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re_alignment2014-07-07 09:14 pm
re_alignedmods) wrote in re_alignment2014-07-07 09:14 pm
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The Zone: Part Two
Thanks to the distraction caused by the various creatures and anomalies, and the interference from the ever-increasing radiation, pinpointing the fallen 'meteor' and likely source of the attacks may have been difficult up until now.
But efforts to locate it have paid off.
South-west of Haven, there is a ridged valley that did not exist a week ago. In it's center is a massive, sprawling power plant, exhaust towers rising up to the horizon. It is literally crawling with more mutants.
As if that was not ominous enough, it is a nuclear power-plant.
Anyone who has been to Earth or knows their human history - or happen to be from a Tyran universe - may recognize it for what it is: Chernobyl, straight out of some alternate Ukraine. The facility is tucked in the middle of the valley like it landed there, edges slightly off and melded into the landscape, but entirely intact in it's crumbling, ominous glory. Despite being of human-make, the building is devoid of functional electric lights, the very air around it seeming to leech the light out of the surroundings, but it is far from lacking in 'living' activity.
The concentration of anomalies, radiation, and Lambda-like energy signatures is at it's strongest here, surrounding the moldering facility. Any sensors point to the readings only getting worse on the inside.
Any organics or particularly weak-armored Cybertronians are going to want protective shielding of some variety to participate in this attack. The radiation in this valley is well beyond safe levels, and only on the rise. Any attempts to simply attack from the air (unfortunately) do little damage, the majority of any ordnance hitting some sort of storm cloud-like anomaly thundering with increasing intensity above the facility.
It looks like it might be growing. Time is running out.
You will have to enter to find the source.
[[Mod Note: Given modly time constraints, the following prompts are not intended to be NPC'd, but are instead to serve as a vague story-line for the assault. Feel free to use them, pick and chose only ones that interest you, or to thread your own attack as you please! However, once the Source is reached, a final prompt will be posted when it is destroyed, (or when the event comes to a close a week from today.)
And as a side-note, this plot contains SPOILERS to the end of the S.T.A.L.K.E.R. series.]]
But efforts to locate it have paid off.
South-west of Haven, there is a ridged valley that did not exist a week ago. In it's center is a massive, sprawling power plant, exhaust towers rising up to the horizon. It is literally crawling with more mutants.
As if that was not ominous enough, it is a nuclear power-plant.
Anyone who has been to Earth or knows their human history - or happen to be from a Tyran universe - may recognize it for what it is: Chernobyl, straight out of some alternate Ukraine. The facility is tucked in the middle of the valley like it landed there, edges slightly off and melded into the landscape, but entirely intact in it's crumbling, ominous glory. Despite being of human-make, the building is devoid of functional electric lights, the very air around it seeming to leech the light out of the surroundings, but it is far from lacking in 'living' activity.
The concentration of anomalies, radiation, and Lambda-like energy signatures is at it's strongest here, surrounding the moldering facility. Any sensors point to the readings only getting worse on the inside.
Any organics or particularly weak-armored Cybertronians are going to want protective shielding of some variety to participate in this attack. The radiation in this valley is well beyond safe levels, and only on the rise. Any attempts to simply attack from the air (unfortunately) do little damage, the majority of any ordnance hitting some sort of storm cloud-like anomaly thundering with increasing intensity above the facility.
It looks like it might be growing. Time is running out.
You will have to enter to find the source.
[[Mod Note: Given modly time constraints, the following prompts are not intended to be NPC'd, but are instead to serve as a vague story-line for the assault. Feel free to use them, pick and chose only ones that interest you, or to thread your own attack as you please! However, once the Source is reached, a final prompt will be posted when it is destroyed, (or when the event comes to a close a week from today.)
And as a side-note, this plot contains SPOILERS to the end of the S.T.A.L.K.E.R. series.]]
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[ because he'd find a way, you know. but really they should be focusing on this instead. following the movements of their 'prey' for lack of a better word.
thankfully Starscream is sturdy enough that he isn't going to be knocked over by Cliffjumper knocking into him. Starscream fires off a few shots himself, though he's not sure he's hit anything. ]
With you here, the odds are surely in our favor.
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Don't got grenades, which would've been useful, but we'll make do. Don't think a bomb would be useful here. [He grinned briefly at the thought and then shook his helm, firing at one of the shadows which was---]
Ha!
[Starscream had injured one of them, and now that injured one was most definitely dead.]
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[ rolls eyes. but then he brightens for a moment, taking another shot at the creature lurking in the shadows. ]
Your cannon, Cliffjumper. Think you can cover parts of the ground in glass?
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[Snickering, Cliffjumper shook his helm and then glanced up at Starscream, firing off a shot to keep the stocky creature that was coming closer in the edge of his vision from jumping them. It retreated back.]
Yeah..? Not sure what that's gonna do, but sure. Can do that.
[Pulling his glass gas gun out of subspace with his other hand, Cliffjumper sprays the ground with the faintly opalescent, gray-white gas. He doesn't got a clue what Starscream's planning, but an idea is an idea - he still thinks a grenade would've been a good idea!]
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[ REALLY CLIFFJUMPER. we all know you have an int stat of 4 and that kittens could likely punch harder, but c'mon.
but of course, he listens and Starscream thinks that this should be self explanatory. even if it isn't, the first time one tries to jump onto that now glassy surface, it is going to just slip and slide. this gives Starscream ample opportunity to fire a shot off and pick it off. ]
There's no traction for them to run around.
[ all part of the plan! ]
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... Oh. Smart. [Cliffjumper grins, shaking his helm - and then one of the critters have caught on and jumps. Cliffjumper twists and ducks, but the thing still catches him in the side - as does the glassy surface, and Cliffjumper is both pushed down and slips.]
Fraggin'---!
[Wincing as he crashes to the floor, he still resorts to just punching the creature, and mutant or not, metal hitting flesh... Primus he's going to shower forever after this.]
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[ and organic bits and pieces are more than nasty, Cliffjumper. trying to wash the junk out isn't fun. not to mention Starscream really doesn't like buffing out stuff or tending to scorch marks on his frame.
but the 'smart' comment makes him chuckle anyway, taking a shot at another creature getting caught on the glass surface. ]
I am a genius, you know.
[ not that he has much chance to gloat after. CJ going down means only one thing. Starscream reaches for the thing by the scruff of the neck, ripping it off the minibot. in a rare display of brute strength, he FLINGS IT AT A WALL with as much force as he can muster. ]
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and then they're both gone, and Cliffjumper catches Starscream flinging the thing away into the wall. The crunch is enough to make him wince, more for the flesh-and-bone organic snap rather than the implicit breaking itself.]
Smart enough to know when to use the strength ya do have. [Nevermind his grin as he gets back to his feet, picking off another one of the critters.
There's only two left, he thinks, but apparently they don't got any self-preservation instincts at all, because those two are still prowling the edges of the glassy surface.]