M2T6

[Nick]

2179 AD, 28th September
Location: CSC Sector, Saint John, Anubis station, Sub level 1
Mission timer: 00:00:25:38

The elevator sunk into the floor with a metallic clonk followed by a soft scraping sound, fourth squad was swallowed by the earth. The elevator moved quite slowly, somewhere in the distance an electrical motor hummed as they descended. After thirty seconds the elevator shaft reach high aloft over their heads, it felt uneasy not to have any head cover and the marines glanced nervously around on the bare smooth metal walls. If the elevator stopped they were trapped in this pit. But when the elevator stopped it was at the end of a pitch black hallway. The air was stale and smelled of mix burnt paper and a pungent stench that could best be described as mold cheese. The Marines shoulder lights revealed that the floor was covered completely in grey soot flakes and the roof of the corridor was blackened as if burnt. When the marines entered the corridor the flakes flew lightly around their feet and left tell tale foot impressions in the ash layer. Their shoulder lights sent out amazing pillars of light as millions of small grey soot particles whirled in the beams.

The corridor lead twenty meters ahead and they forked to the left and right. The murmuring sound they had heard earlier was louder and a small vibration could be felt on the floor, somewhere in the distance a loose plate vibrated slightly.

Suddenly the elevator started with a metallic clonk and started to climb upwards. Startled it took the Marines a few seconds to regain their composure again realizing that it was just the other squads getting the elevator up.

The motion tracker showed nothing. This place was a tomb.

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[Apachetear]

Jacob shuddered, he looked down the hallway with a sense of dread.

chewing his cigarette thoughtfully...he looked down the hallway.

"Lets move up and go towards the humming...stay catious, just because the tracker aint bleeping doesn't mean that this place is empty"

he spoke in a whisper, knowing that they'd still be able to hear him in the dead air.

"Smartgun is to take point, anything comes down this corridor, I doubt it will live for long. I'll go beside it, I want one person covering the rear and the 2 in the middle to be where they're needed if they're needed."

Jacob moved into position. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. When he opened his eyes again he tried to still the sense of fear and dread, replacing it instead with focus and determination.

[Dirk Pitt]

As the elevator descended, Dirk watched the opening get smaller and smaller until it was gone. Taking a deep breath he waited until it stopped.

Stepping off into the darkened hallway Dirk saw the flakes float around them. It was like cave diving, almost unreal.

"OK 4th. You heard the sarge. Morse watch our asses, and watch out for the other squads. They'll be coming down soon." Dirk said as he moved out towards the noise.

[Nick]

OOC: 4th squad is in the corridor below, the other three are waiting at the elevator which can only take one squad at a time. //N

[Morse]

Morse was very uneasy about where they were. His face showed its usual sarcastic apathy, but this place really strange. He had always hated mines, he was a real surface kinda person, and being underground always bothered him. As he took a step, powdery dust and soot lifted into the air. It was like a tomb.

Morse moved slowly to the rear. He held his M41A level with his waste, but had barrel facing forward, rather then at a ussual leisure level which was just as though he was just hanging. It was a sign that Morse was a bit more on edge then usual.

Place seems like the waitin room to the gates a hell. Whats up with all a the burnt shit ya figure? Morse asked facing the rear and walking backwards.

< tag 4th squad

[Raider65]

"Yeah they need a beware and lose all hope ye who enter kind of sign on the wall here."


Erik stepped up with the big gun. It was true there wasn't alot of room to swing the gun around in but then again anything coming at them couldn't dodge very well either. His light shown down the corridor.

"Ok we're headed to the noise Cpl Pitt. Should we mark the walls as we go so those behind us will know the way we went and what we've cleared?"


Erik swept the hallway in front of him and out to each sides as the tracker could read through objects that weren't shielded or super dense. He also swept the Smartgun on it's pivot the small amount that he could, letting it's IR tracker search the surroundings.

[Nick]

The next squad, 2nd squad, landed with the elevator and the elevator started it's upward march again - It was starting to get really crowded in the cramped corridor.

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[MI_trooper]

give me some room give me some room! does anyone know exactly whats going on and why no one is around?... i beginnign to get Creepy thoughts about this place... maybe we should check an open channel on the radio to see if anyone is communicating on there.
<tag second and the squad leader

pvt lippa pulls out his SMG and his motion tracker and slings his shotgun.
waving his motion tracker to see if theres any movent around besides, him, the elevator, and the rest of the marines.
<roll for motion tracker.

[Kurosaki, Ichigo]

Kurosaki didn't like this place. Not one bit. His squad was crowded with fourth squad. Kurosaki inched his way through the crowd and found Cpl Pitt.

"Corporal Pitt, order your men farther up this corridor. This place is way too crowded"

tag Pitt

Turning to second squad, Kurosaki said, "we hold here until the next squad arrives. Got it?"

Tag Second

Kurosaki then grabbed the radio.

"Stalker Nine, come in over. Requesting a scan of the installation for any colonist transmitters."

Tag Nick

[eyeball]

"i hate waiting for lifts"patch stated while standing by the upper doors, he was still alert and checking his motion tracker but all it showed was the lift coming and going.

"ding" the doors opened again.

"next!"patch chirped,"going down, ash, soot, and probably people SOL. Have a nice day"


(SOL= shit out of luck)

[Quinn]

"Ay-firm." Sixtus said shortly, taking cover behind whatever was available. He kept his SMG out and shouldered at the ready. Looking at Private Lippa, he said "Shotgun might be easier for room clearing. Just a suggestion."

[Nick]

Suddenly the sound reminding of a can rattling over metal floor was heard in the distant in front of them. In the void of the sound the murmuring from below seemed even more intense.

The motion tracker still showed nothing.

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[Dirk Pitt]

Dirk pointed his M-41A into the void as he waited for an attack that didn't come.

"Ok people, looks like there might be someone at home after all. Stay alert and keep moving." Dirk said as he moved onward.

[Nick]

Suddenly the motion tracker came alive. Clear contact, 30 meters in the direction of the sound.

[Dirk Pitt]

The sharp whine of the motion tracker almost made him jump. Contact.

"Stay sharp Marines." He said.


Sgt. Simovic, this is 4th squad. We have movement ahead. Moving in" He said over the comm


Dirk moved slowly towards the movement, ready to lay down 10mm fire if he had to.