[IC] Blood Compact: Vampire Genocide

[Shoe Thief]

The bullet cut right through Fords damaged armor, though Ford turned around and fired the M24 back at Wyoming like nothing had happened, then he grabbed two cables and tried to jump start the detonator.

[Kurai Assassin]

Wyoming got hit square in the the chest. he went down fast. York took off towards the truck. reaching it he pulled ford from the Truck "florida da fuck you doing" he said pushing him to the floor

[Wraithblade6]

@Remipa Awesome

(Edit: ok, this happens during the ensuing firefight. Mith is at the bomb on the truck.)

If Mithias' had a heart, it jumped into his throat in terror as the alarm went off on the timer. Finding himself still alive, and not 90% incinerated in a dumpster like last time, he was momentarily relieved, but as far as he knew, they only had mere seconds of existance left. Mithias had lived through a giagantic explosion once, waking up to find himself in a capsule in a mad scientist's lab. That whole debacle had been hell.

But hopefully, history wasn't about to repeat itself. He saw Hank drop down. "Ah! My idea isn't going to happen if we die right now. You've got to pull yourself together Hank. You built this bomb. You have to disarm it. Trust me. I swear I will make it worth your while."

Mithias ran over to the bomb to see if he could figure out how the hell Hank had rigged it. His chance of disarming the thing was less than Hank's, and he scowled at it. "Even if we start running now, we'd still likely die, and all those people will too. But that isn't going to happen. We are not living with that shame. Death before dishonor." Mithias kept scanning over the wires, trying to quickly understand them. He was serious and pissed and truly relentless. He tried to find the power to the timer and see if it had any trap failsafes on it. "I don't know how fast I can do this. I can tell you from experience, getting blown up is not fun."

[Shoe Thief]

Ford kicked York off him. Well York was down Ford drew his side arm and took aim at York, though he didn't pull the trigger he just stood their. Theta stood being projected from Katya's armor. "Armor lock... Engaged." He seemed upset about locking down John, but John... wasn't John. "That's not Florida... Someone else has thoughts that are in his head... He's being controlled."

[Shoe Thief]

Hank ran over to the bomb. He was about to say how to deactivate it when a high powered rifle blasted through him. Another shot went into Mithias. Silver Armor piercing. Deadly in all forms. kicked the two away from the truck and began his work on the bomb.

(Now caught up!)

[Shikaru]

Blood simply shrugged when Mithias had dissapeared, he'd assumed he was dealing with his kid's tantrum. He groaned at the thought of another eval, however, he'd get that done once his repairs were started.

"C'mon" he told Silver. The two walked to the repair room and Blood slammed his helmet down on the re-inforced counter, denting it slightly. In the back-ground was a man in a stained white t-shirt and overrall jeans, a welding mask covering his face. "Yo Gus!" Blood shouted, the man continued his welding. Blood roared, Gus nearly burnt himself with the welder and shot up hitting his head on a suit of power armor that was dangling above him.

He turned facing Blood and Silver, then eye'd the helmet, he flipped the welding mask up to reveal...he was one UGLY son of a bitch. He had the face of a pug and the wirey hair of a horses tail, when he spoke his face quivered. "Yes? How'd your helmet get damaged?" Gus asked. Blood jerked a finger towards Silver standing beside him. Gus look dumbfounded, well...more confused than he looked usually. "You're kidding, right?" Gus said, looking from the cracks in the helmet to the little girl dwarfed by Blood.

"Nope. One hundred percent sure. Get that repaired, top priority." Blood replied, then he got the orders to evac everyone to the lower levels. He snarled snatching up the helmet and placing it back on his head, no telling which recruit would love to steal his extra durable armor.

"C'mon Gus, haul ass. We got a nuke top-side, get your ass to the lower levels." Blood said, turning and stomping out of the room. "Stay with me." He told Silver as he walked out of the room. He walked down the hallway and all but kicked open the door to the Barracks, "Move your asses, get to the lower levels, Code Delta evac." He bellowed into the room. They stared blankly at him for a minute, some ignoring him altogether. "THERE IS A FUCKING NUKE ON THE SURFACE, DO YOU WANT TO DIE, OR DO I HAVE TO KICK YOUR ASSES ALL THE WAY TO THE ELEVATOR? GET GOING!"

Everyone in the room stared at one another, tossed their things down, and hauled ass to the elevator. Next stop was med-bay..

[Kurai Assassin]

York stood up and looked Ford in the Eye "Theta id look away your not gonna like this" he pulled his fist back "Sorry buddy" he said looking at ford. he Punched Ford in the face knocking him a good few meters away. "right now to disarm the bomb" he said running over to the bomb "D can you disarm the bomb." *Agent York the only thing i can help is by saying that the Red wire is the one to cut* "thanks D". York took his blade and cut the red wire. a few seconds passed... nothing happened

[Wraithblade6]

Mithias rose up, a bloody wound straight through his back and out the front, vampire blood on his clothes. that armored freelancer had shot him point blank. He grit his teeth and glared at Ford. York punched Ford. "Thank you." Mithias said to York. At least York (et al) knew quickly how to disarm the bomb.

Mithias sighed heavily. His wound had already healed. He was lucky enough to be a vampire who was completely unaffected by silver, hence the cross on his neck. The little thing was a precious momento, and only its holiness caused it to singe his skin. The vampire's anger was quickly replaced with relief and gratitude as he went to rouse Hank. Hank would also be immune to the silver, but being shot was still very painful and debilitating.

[Kurai Assassin]

Katya ran over to hank and Mithias. "Theta go check on Ford see if hes still being Controlled. as for you both, i really hope its one of you that has control of my guy " She said looking into the back of the Truck "Shit Hank how the fuck you get all this. this is bigger than the bomb America Dropped on Hiroshima. "

[Shoe Thief]

Hank was still a bit.. shaken, from the events. Though he still answered the question. "The bomb is the remains of a missile that an asshole I knew stole from SOLDIER. It was sitting in the Silo alone for a few years before me and Tony removed it from the missile. Then it has been sitting in my back yard for about two years. The rest is self explanatory." Hank looked over to the truck again. "Damn...."

Ford's armor was Unlocked now, Theta attempted to wake him up. "John? You okay?" Ford sighed. "Not really, I think I dropped my wallet well being possessed." Ford did a small Laugh. "Carolina, Florida is alright but he needs medical attention. Soon." Ford got Thetas attention. "Hey... Question. Is Wyoming alright?" Theta didn't answer.

Tony just made out of the town, he had walked about 4 miles. Only 346 Miles until he was at his house, he really wished he had his MP3 player now, and brought a meal or two. Water would be nice.

[thewizardguy]

@PuRe DaRkNeSs
"I have a talent for that, you have no idea." He laughed, as the plane took off. "A dear friend of mine convinced me to get involved quite some time ago. And as such, I've decided to speed up my endgame." He holds up a glass, alcohol spilling over his coat. His smile seems to have shifted from malicious to strangely jovial. As if he'd gotten a weight off his shoulders. "A toast, to a new world. A better world. And a toast to the ramp of bodies we'll walk over to get there." And as he drinks, only a hint of sadness can be seen in his voice.

After a short trip, the plane lands in Hawaii, to reveal a rather strange sight. Far from the island paradise it had once been, Hawaii had been transformed into Gabriel's personal base. An army of vampires stood gathered, as far as the eye could see. They practiced fighting with blades and guns, standing in massive ranges. Perfectly unified, highly trained. Hundreds of them, having been taken from every corner of the world, and brainwashed into becoming Gabriel's minions. Even from here, Chantelle could tell that their minds had been broken. Shattered untill all they knew was mindless obedience. They had been 'saved' from the Purge during the Night Wars, only to be greeted by a fate far worse than death.

Gabriel stepped out, holding his gloved hand out to help Chantelle out. "As you can see, I've amassed quite the force. I do hope you don't mind overseeing them. You see, I wish for you to become my lieutenant in this endeavour. My second-in-command, if you will." He waves his arm in the direction of his personal army. "I lack the numbers, but they're the perfect warriors. In additon to their training, I'm injecting them with the memories and experience of a hundred legendary warriors. I have removed their fear, their hesitation, their pain, their preservation instinct. They will have skill, speed, strength, and mobility. If I can get my hand on Freelance's technology, these will be the perfect soldiers. Unstoppable death machines, capable of wiping out all of humanity once and for all."

He leans down, kissing Chantelle's hand, before straightening out. His eyes twinkled with malevolent trickery. "So tell me.... are you in?"

[Kurai Assassin]

Katya got on Comms to blood "Alaska i need immediate Medical Assistance i got to guys down. Wyoming and Florida are Hit." she ran over to Wyoming there was a pool of Blood Surrounding him "FORD YOU BASTARD." she ran over to the injured ford and grabbed him by his armour. "You fucking killed him. Ford your gonna be under Psychiatric Medical help for some fucking time. i want your weapons and Theta. dont worry. it'll only be a few weeks while we sort out what the fuck actually happened in your head. Theta Transfer to my memory unit"

[PuRe DaRkNeSs]

Chantelle peered around at the army, noting each blank face, each emotionless soul. Her hand in his, she looked up into his eyes, then back around to the vampire. Her own kind was mindless. But maybe teaming up was the own way she would survive... the only way to gain back her power and title. She walked away once, she couldnt do it again. Maybe this war would be won, or maybe it would go horribly wrong. Without speaking she drank from a wine glass, the glass full of blood laced with alcohol. Pacing around as she stroked her long, wavey hair, her crimson eyes and blood tipped fangs on show. Biting her lip, the human blood and her own blood infusing and she licked her lips.

"Mmmmm. Gabriel I will join you. But be aware if it goes horrendously wrong ill have to leave. But prove to me you can make your crazy idea work, and ill stay. Even if the waris lost."
Chantelle smiled sinisterly, walking back over to him, taking another sip. Putting her free hand on his chest, she looked up into his eyes.
"So, explain more about your... creations"

[hagroden]

Ved
He stood, waiting, the dark and empty alley echoing off the sound of the rain's pitter-pattering. His armor was water-proof, which kept him dry. This meeting had been arranged over a year ago, and he had been held in suspense since then, and it would all pay off after tonight. Tonight he would begin working for a very particular faction, and become a non-existent life. In exchange for his work, he will be provided with total financial support, and the elimination of any records held regarding him.

[Wraithblade6]

@Remipa Awesome@Kurai assassin

Mithias walked over to Hank, but rather than slap him or reprimand him, he embraced him. He held his wayward son for some time, giving Hank the opportunity to momentarily forget everything around him. All there was, was his maker's arms, quieting the strom, holding him steady while the boat rocked in the waves of pain and self loathing. "You're going to sleep for a while, Hank. I'm not going to let this keep happening to you. Take your needed rest."

Whether or not Hank resisted, Mithias bit him and drained Hank into unconsciousness. he then picked him up and turned toward the others. Katya, Freelance soldiers, please help me take Hank Hawaii. He will cause no more trouble for you there. I will see to it.

[Shoe Thief]

Ford didn't react at first. "Wyoming's dead?" He hesitated again. He grabbed his side arm and dropped it, then he grabbed his blades and dropped them as well. "I... I didn't... Theta... Transfer to Carolina's Unit." Theta was hesitating. "But--" Ford cut him off. "Now Theta! That's an order!" Theta was scared, but he transferred to Carolina's Memory unit. Ford worked his way back into the base.

Hank waited for what ever Mithias had to say, but he explained the situation and Hank was out. Though as he went out he Remembered Tony, he was still on the road back to his home.

[Kurai Assassin]

Sean looked at Mithias and nodded "Four Seven Niner we need a Pelican topside. two guys need a lift Hawaii" *Foxtrot 111 this is Four Seven Niner. topside in 20 minutes* Sean turned to the pair "You got a bird coming to pick you up in 20"

[Legion-114]

Hawaii Beach
@The Grey Dust

Adam laid on his sunbed relaxing as the sun gazed down upon him. For a vampire he enjoyed the sun's heat. It reminded him of the infernos of the forge of life that had crafted him into what he was today. To his left, resting across his chest was Jamie.

Adam pulled out his phone and began a secure connection to a very old vampire that he knew. And perhaps one of the only Vampires that he entrusted his ideals to; Lord Bedivere of Sinews. Adam sent him a list of resent events and where he could find him. Hopefully he could use him to unlock the Tomb of Alucard.

[thewizardguy]

@PuRe DaRkNeSs
Gabriel walked past the groups of vampires as they swung weapons, and practised their aim. "In effect, I gave them a mental crash course in combat. Each of these vampires is a grandmaster in a variety of martial arts, both armed and unarmed. Ranging from Ju Jitsu to Krav Magna to ancient Aikido, they're the best of the best. The only downside is that I have to get their muscle memory to catch up to their mental training, but I believe a month of practise allows them to reach their full potential." From what Chantelle would see, the soldiers were as dangerous as Gabriel said. They consistently hit bullseyes with the practise guns, even on rapid fire. Automatically compensating for the recoil, they were able to hit a tiny target with multiple consecutive bullets.

Gabriel sat down in a velvet chair overlooking the training fields, and another such chair was brought for Chantelle. "You'll be commanding this army on the ground, leading them to defeat our enemies. I will meanwhile use my own powers to assist you, taking direct control of as many enemy troops as possible. Seeing as how Freelance lacks the necessary gear to take on a vampire threat, we'll be able to take them down with relative ease." He smiles, receiving two bottles from a butler. One filled with wine, the other filled with blood. "Then, with new recruits and technology, will we be ready to take on the Purge. What do you think?"

[Wraithblade6]

@Kurai Assassin

"Thank you." The vampire found a place to lay Hank on the ground and waited for the airlift.

The others did their thing. The bomb was confiscated and returned to the proper authorities. Somebody found Tony and took him home, wherever that was. Mithias and Hank were flown off to Hawaii, to an airport that on the outside seemed typical for tourists etc. Everyone who came here left with good memories of the place.

Hank was still out by the time they arrived, and Mithias had him basically boxed and moved "handle with care" to a single-unit rental home on the beach. It was fairly remote, for a small island, surrounded by tropical wilderness, the ideal place for a crazy person to get away and recover, but Mithias had more planned than just a relaxing vacation.

Hawaii was one of Gabriel's favorite places on Earth. If he wasn't there then, he would come back, and between now and then, at least Hank would be under Mithias' watch and free from anything familiar. he'd watch over him until he could find his own sire.