Futuristic The Last City (Casual - Detailed) (Still Open)

[Killthestory]

Major Richard Winters

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Addressed:

@Vladimir Amikov, @Anaxileah


Mentioned: Rebels.


Health: Fine.


Mood: Fine.


Location: Military compound.


Inventory: Nothing of importance.


Notes: Stole this from @Anaxileah

He had just finished the meeting with the CO's. He discussed with the implementation of a new ranking system as now was a time of war, and they needed more organization. It was suggested to use the old United States Marine Core ranks, and the request was accepted. The CO's would start organizing that right away.


He was on his way back to the Backtracker to go to his office when he got a radio from one of his Lieutenants, the head Commissioned Officer of Reconnaissance, in fact.


"High Command, this is Hotel 1-4, we've got reports of an enemy outpost located Uniform Whiskey 8419-9185. Same contacts that hit our supply lines, how copy?"


"Roger, Hotel 1-4, High Command mobilizing forces now. Keep lines open for updates, out."


He let a smile slip onto his lips as he called into the radio to his Commissioned Officers, "Call another formation, lads. It's time for some revenge."


And after a couple seconds, he would add, "Exclude Private McGregor and Private Hall. They'll get their own jobs as soon as they report to the NCO's, over."


The consequent "Understood, sir, out!" would come almost unanimously.




There he was again, standing in front of the men. This time, however different circumstances. He was glad for this, as the men had taken a beating in morale. They didn't know what they were fighting for anymore, and he was about to remind them. He was about to show them the glory in victory, and why they'd always achieve it.


"Men, attention!" One of his NCO's would call out. Each of the men would stand straighter, eyes all facing towards him.


"At ease," he'd call down to the men from the podium. The men would relax at the affirmation they could rest until his next words. "We're going to war."


He'd get many crazy looks, some better contained than others, but still there. He'd even catch a few NCO's eyes looking towards him in disbelief, but his CO's would be properly trained to handle any surprise. They all maintained character.


"You heard correct, lads. We've got reconnaissance reports of an enemy outpost in our AO. The same enemies, in fact, who had hit our supply lines. The same enemies that killed a lot of your friends, recruited a lot of your younger brothers or sisters. The same enemies that persuade people to not come to this city for our protection, leaving them to die in the wastes! This is our time of vengeance, our time of repent! Whether we die out here today, or whether we live, we will be remembered as the saviors of humanity. We are humanities last hopes out here!


Your NCO's will direct you as needed. Report to them for your squad assignments. On the double soldiers, we've got a war to fight!"


He'd step off the podium, and Winters would promptly begin discussing tactics with the Commissioned Officers. He knew exactly how to hit them.




The men were waiting in anticipation, each to their own way of dealing with their anxiety. Some sat idly, twiddling their fingers while others paced or trained. Richard would sit patiently, watching their behavior. The best way to get to know the men was watching them, watching how they cope. It told a lot about the men. It wasn't a specific, "He twiddled his fingers, so he's like that." You just had to watch and understand.


He understood their concerns perfectly. The Government's pills were a major problem. He didn't personally take them, as the Government issued all high up workers their own special type of pill. They needed to be fully aware of their surroundings, he supposed, but maybe there was something they weren't telling. With one lie comes a lot more, and it worried him.


Still, he had a job to do. The United States Government officially told him he'd be the Military commander of this city. Unofficially, however, he was leading Humanity's last hope for survival. He was leading the part of Humanity that would continue on through the decades. The ancestors of these people would remember them, and they'd value this sacrifice.


Still, he had his doubts.


As he was thinking, the radio went off. "High Command, Hotel 1-4, we're clear to engage, over." There goes the Major's thinking time.


"Understood, RTB back to base without getting seen. Good work out there."


He got up from where he leaned, and he called out to the rest of the men, "Saddle up, it's time for action!" At the sound of his words, the men collectively jumped to their feet and ran to where they were assigned. One M4A3 Undergrad, two M183 Armored Personnel Transports. Each filled to the brim with soldiers, Richard boarded his own M2 Backtracker.


He would be riding on the back again, and he'd call into his radio, "It's time to move!" The vehicles all started moving at once, down the suburban streets. The civilians, as they passed by, would gape in either shock, surprise, or horror. Sometimes, it was a mixture of all three.


He was in the middle of the column, towards the left, opposite of where the Rebel outpost was. It was a safety precaution, again, but he hated being so fucking safe all the time. His men put their lives on the line, but they didn't get these fucking safety precautions.


They quickly arrived to around the area of the rebel outpost. All the troops in the M183's unloaded, pulling out their standard weapons for each fireteam. Squad leaders would begin to direct the smaller fireteams, and the Undergrad would push to the head, the vanguard of their attack.


The loud presence of the vehicles must have caused the rebels to hear their approach, surely, but Winters wasn't going for surprise here. He was going for overwhelming numbers.


The fireteams started moving to surround the outpost, cutting off all edges of escape. Two fireteams on every cardinal point, each spread out evenly to be ready to close in.


He was in the back, using one of the reconnaissance drones to monitor the battleground. He was far above the rebel outpost, and he zoomed in to see what was going on. The rebels were scrambling, each looking like they were terrified, getting to their positions. It wouldn't be enough.


The Undergrad moved in first, and it started firing HE rounds at the outpost. The rounds would cut through flesh, timber, metal, anything that it came in contact with. It'd stop for a moment to pause to reload, but it'd continue firing, again, and again. The remaining rebels, estimated around 5 K.I.A. already with 35 more alive, would take cover, but the fireteams would be moving in at this point.


The Undergrad would let loose one last volley of rounds, taking out 3 more men. The fireteams would then move in, one fireteam staying behind to take out stragglers and pick off those they could while the fireteams cleared the place. The fireteams moved in, picking off the rebels still hiding in cover. Three of them went down to our gunfire, and another two went down to the snipers we had positioned on the outside with the 4 fireteams surrounding the perimeter.


Then, the actual fighting would begin. The fireteams would engage with the rebels on guard, them in cover. The Undergrad would hold fire, securing the perimeter. The remaining fireteams would be picking them off with longer range weapons.


As soon as the initial wave went down, with only us losing 3 men to their 27, the rest would lay their arms down, heavily outnumbered and outgunned. I'd get a radio, "High Command, this is Delta 2-3, the rest are surrounding. What do we do with them, over."


He'd put his finger to his comms, saying, "Put them in prisoner transports and release them outside the city. Make sure they're treated fairly. We aren't savages, but we also are making a point, here, out."


They'd decimated the rebels, losing very few. It wouldn't be this easy, always, though, as the rebels would definitely get more cautious after this.


And well, if they didn't, this would be an easy fight.

 

[Shireling]

The Home of Winston Ailes





The Englisher jolted from his sleep with a gasp and threw up his hands as if to defend from some incoming projectile...but the room was quiet and still.


Wordlessly, the tutor lowered his hands, sighed heavily, and clutched the armrests of his chair. He had been having these terrors pretty regularly now, the same thing over and over: an abandoned town, piles of corpses, horrid, monstrous ghouls... He couldn't imagine what fantasy scene had imprinted itself on his brain, nor could he fathom that these were not mere dreams but supressed memories.


The teacher stood and stretched, looking towards the mantle and going to retieve a small cardboard box. The plain black lettering on the white box read: TAKE ONE. Whenever Winston had these dreams, for as long as he could remember, he had taken one of these pills. They always made him feel better. He slid back the cardboard cover and saw that there was only one pill left. He would have to get more.


He reached out and picked up the small capsule, and put it to his lips. But he didn't swallow. Something didn't feel right. He couldn't put his finger on it. Something...soma...soma?


Soma? Where had he heard that?


He paced over to the bookshelf and looked among the volumes of old world books he had collected, all carefully approved by the powers that be. One stood out to his subconscious, and he slid it off the shelf.


"Brave New World..." He muttered, then blew dust off the bottom of the cover. "Aldous Huxley..."


He sat back down, placing the pill back in it's box, and began leafing through the book. Soma... Hmm... Finally, he reached a passage containing the word.


Just take a soma, you'll feel better.





His eyes opened a little wider as his memory was stimulated. He had read this book before. The government used soma, a euphoria-inducing drug to keep the population happy. Just a made up story.


Why didn't I remember reading this? I remember everything I read. Or do I?





He sat the book down and thought long and hard. What was the last book he had read?


Why can't I remember?





Winston looked towards the pillbox on the mantle and grew slightly suspicious. Is that why I can't remember?





He searched his mind, but couldn't find any meaningful long term memories. He remembered his parents, but very little else from his childhood. He realized that most of his life was now a blur to him... He remembered going to college and teaching, but not why he was here. Why was he here in the City?


I've always lived here. I was born here.


No. My home was elsewhere. I came here. Or was brought here. Why?





These questions Winston contemplated as he sat in his comfortable armchair beside his fake fireplace like a nobleman of old.

 

[TeaMMatE11]

Just then, Taylor hears panic in her earpiece. Explosions and a gunfight broke out over the radio. What...


"This is outpost C zero one niner niner! Under heavy fire! I repeat, under heavy-" Silence.


Ah crap. "We need to get a move on!" She starts sprinting to base. "Base, this is Commander Woxwell! I need a sitrep NOW! What the hell just happened?!"


"Commander, this is Alpha. Reports indicate that the Enforcers rounded up and imprisoned our forces, over."


She stopped running. "God fucking dammit! Do what you can, and start fortifying our defences! Take inventory of weapons and vehicles. This is an all-out war now. No more skirmishes."


"Good copy, over." She hoped the others were following her, because she began to run again. The road never seemed to end. She didn't know how long she ran for. In the end, they reached the base. "Alright, first things first," she said through breaths, "Is better defenses." She was panting quite hard at this point in time. "Water, please." One of the soldiers gave her a bottle of water, which she drank half of it in one go. "The Last City wants an all-out war, huh? Oh, we'll give it to them." She paused fora second, and said, "I want snipers on guard duty. Pick your shifts carefully."


@HighSanguinaryPriest @Amelia White

 

[Shireling]

Home of Winston Ailes





While war waged outside the walls, Winston paced back and forth unknowningly, contemplating the curious hole in his mind. He had a tea cup in his hand and in the other he held his copy of Brave New World and speed-read it. As he did so, the memories that became associated with the book sprang into being.


He remembered the warm heat of sitting in the midst of a bay window, book on his knees. He remembered the sheep in the field next to his house. HIS house. He owned a house. Not an apartment, a house.


He flung the book down and walked back over to the bookshelf. He found a small photo album and began to leaf through the pictures. A photo of himself in front of a car, a photo of an unknown woman standing next to him under an oak tree. A photo of the same woman standing next to him in front of a white country cottage with black shingle, two little boys on either side of them.


Did I have a wife? And sons?





He wanted to know, more than anything in the world. He wanted to know who he was. The photos weren't triggering his memory, no matter how hard he stared or concentrated. He closed the album in frustration.


Maybe it's just the books...





Winston set his tea down and went back to the bookshelf. He felt around by intuition and picked up a random book. Dusting off the cover, he murmured, "The Hobbit by JRR Tolkien."


He leafed through the first few pages and began getting a mumbled cascade of images. Images from what he thought was his late childhood, almost into adolescence. He saw one face clearly that he couldn't put a name to. The face of a freckled girl with dark hair. He had seen it before.


He came back to the photo album and flipped to the picture of himself and the woman. He studied the face closely. It was the same.


Olivia, my sister. He thought. Hodges and Spencer, my nephews. They lived with me after my brother-in-law died.


Then what happened?





That nagged him the most. Why was he here? Had he been taken here or come here of his own volition? In either case, why?


Winston sighed and sank into his chair again. He was filled now with only two desires: to go home, and to remember.


But could he leave? The government made the pills and encouraged people to take them. So they had a vested interest in suppressing these memories. Keeping the population complacent. What had happened to require this? The only way to know would be to leave. But nobody ever left... It was dangerous out there, he once heard someone say. Or he thought he had.


So he couldn't just ask to leave, could he? They'd tell him to take a pill and send him on his way. But he HAD to leave, because he HAD to know. But how could he slip out and slip back in? Could he bribe an Enforcer at the gate? Was there some sort of breech in the city wall he could utilize?


Finally, Winston decided he would take a walk, and if he observed anything of use in getting out, he would make note of it. He slung on his overcoat and scarf before opening the door and riding the elevator down to the ground floor and he walked out into the street, headed towards D1.

 

[HighSanguinaryPriest]

"This is outpost C zero one niner niner! Under heavy fire! I repeat, under heavy-"


Caiphas had overheard the conversation over his own comlink, a sadistic smile gracing his scarred visage. "We need to get a move on!" He heard Taylor bark before sprinting off towards base. Caiphas quickly followed suit, keeping pace with the lightly armoured commander, as foliage and debris from the old world passed by.


"Ma'am, Permission to engage the enemy" he asked pulling back the priming handle on his GD-10. He had a full magazine slapped in, and several more stashed away in the many pockets of his "advanced" combat suit. His blood hungered for the lives of those that supported the dystopia that took his mother. He wanted to spill their blood, to make them suffer for their transgressions. He wanted to savor their fear, as they watched their friends die around them, to feel the edge of his knife cut the threads of loyalty and life. Caiphas just wanted to hear their pain screams, to leave a bad flesh rip that leave them begging to be given the sweet release of death.


The sounds of combat could be heard as he and Taylor approached the city turned warzone. He could almost giggle with glee, but that would only scare the cammander and the civilian that they had following them like a lost puppy.


@TeaMMatE11 @Amelia White

 

[Amelia White]

Still a bit dazed from the latest vision, Lo moved slow and barely heard the words that Taylor barked out. In fact, she didn't notice the commotion until the two started sprinting. She looks up to see them already pretty far away. "Whoa, What!?" She says, running after them. "What's happening?! Why are we running?!" She shouts after them. Thank goodness for her time as a messenger or she wouldn't have been able to keep up, loosing them by now. The male seemed too eager about their sudden departure, but Lo didn't think much of it. Although, by the way Taylor is shouting, what ever they are heading towards can't be good.


"You better not be running me right into a war zone!" She calls out after them, figuring that they were doing exactly that. Her heart rate picked up, worried about what she might have to do if she does enter a battle field. For as long as she can remember, Lo has lived in the city. Rarely was there any conflict inside the walls. She has zero experience in battle and would most likely loose her life fairly quickly if she couldn't find a safe place to hide out in. Meanwhile, the sound of gun shots can be heard echoing off of the debris of this forgotten world, which didn't help the young girls nerves.


Soon after the two rebels start preparing for war, Lotus arrives. It was much like a child who lost her parents in a supermarket. She was lost and dazed, not sure where the only two people she knew out here went. "Guys?" She says, but her voice was quiet. As she walked, people have her some interesting looks. Probably because of the blood smeared across her cheek and dripping off her sleeve. The atmosphere was strange, scary even. Lo didn't know how these people felt about the infected. They could easily kill her on sight, as she isn't armed and still pretty confused. On the other hand, the people didn't seem to have time to attack her. They have bigger problems to deal with. "Guys?" She says, a little louder this time, catching the attention of a few people around her.


Catching a glimpse of someone who resembled Taylor, Lo starts running towards them. She bumps into a few people on her way, hearing a couple of them shout at her. Reaching the girl, Lotus tugs at her arm. "Thanks for almost leaving me there. What do I do? Where do I go? I can't shoot or fight, what do I do?" She panics. To be truthful, she was scared. The gunshots were getting closer and she didn't know what to do.


@TeaMMatE11 @HighSanguinaryPriest

 

[Vladimir Amikov]

Addressed: @Anaxileah


Mentioned: @Killthestory


Status: Left the meeting room and wandering outside the post


Mood: Startled-> concerned


Location: Outside Enforcer Posting


Inventory:


Handgun (x1)


Flashlight (x1)


Spare Magazines (x2)


Enforcer Outfit (x1)

David jumped a little at hearing Adam's voice, but he breathed a sigh of relief when he found that he wasn't being interrogated out of nowhere by someone he wanted no business with at the moment. The question of how he was holding up, though, was difficult to answer. "Well enough to stay alive," he answered in jest. He would have punched Adam's arm in a friendly manner, but that wasn't allowed, so he could only give a slight grin. As soon as the relief of seeing Adam was over, however, he realized he couldn't say whatever else he was thinking allowed.


"Hey, you want to talk for a few minutes?" The question was innocent enough, but his eyes told a different tale. They changed nothing, though they did add, "where no one can hear us." He knew that he needed to talk to Adam about Major Winter's recent speech, but he couldn't say it aloud.

 

[TeaMMatE11]

"You do realize if you go in by yourself, it's a suicide mission, right?" she asked Caiphas, when Lotus tugged at Taylor's arm. She looked at the girl. "Stay inside the buildings. It's your best bet of survival." She stood up, after refilling her magazines with bullets and putting them in her vest pocket. "Don't worry. My soldiers never disrespect another human, as long as they are not blood lusting after us." Just then, the same soldier who gave Taylor water fumbled around in the desk drawers, and found a mask for Lotus. It was metal, but padded on the inside, with just the mouth covered, and the mask was breathable, but protected from the blood coughing. "Here," the soldier said, handing Lotus the mask. "Also, give me your sleeve."


Taylor sighed. Her back was to the wall, metaphorically, and the Enforcers aren't going to stop until we're all dead. "Wait out here," she told both Caiphas, and Lotus. She went into the war room, with a map of their outposts. "Ok, so what we know is that C0199 was attacked." She marked an X on the map where the outpost was located. "Now, if they imprisoned our forces, I'd imagine they would be inside the walls. Of course, their current path of destruction is leading up to here-where we are standing." There was a little rustling in the room. "What we need to do, is to fortify A104 and B201." Both outposts were on the right and the left side of the main base, respectively, miles out. "I want everyone on red alert, at every outpost. At the sight of a single Enforcer, call it in. Got it?" Affirmatives went all around the room. "Good. Secondly, the next attacking attempt from the Enforcers will be met with a counter-attack." Now that is out of the way... "Dismissed." All the squad leaders followed Taylor out the door, and they immediately told their squads what the sitrep was.


Meeting Caiphas and Lotus outside, "Ok, anything I missed?"


@Amelia White @HighSanguinaryPriest

 

[Amelia White]

Lotus could only nod as Taylor told her to stay inside. In all honesty, she doesn't want to stay with a bunch of people she doesn't know, but if it would keep her alive, then she'll deal with it. It feels as if a big weight is lifted off her shoulders when Taylor explains that her soldiers didn't want to hurt her, and even more so when the one soldier handed her the mask so kindly. She gladly accepted it and instantly put it on, not wanting to spread the infection to anyone else. It was much more comfortable that she'd expected. She says her thanks and hands him her bloodied sleeve. She was still nervous, as her arm is shaking a bit, but she didn't hesitate to stick out her arm.


She simply just stands there as Taylor enters a different room. Lo turns and looks up at the soldier. "So, uh, this must be pretty serious to have everyone running around like chickens with their heads cut off." She tries to bring some light to the situation. It was awkward and a bit forced, but she tried anyway. After her "joke", she just looks down. She thinks back to the last vision. Her adoptive parents were trying to keep her off the pills, which meant they were probably off of them themselves, but because Lo was so young, she didn't know how to lie about it or why she should. Thinking back, she could see why they were drunk all the time. They were a lot older and probably had seen so many horrible things. To anyone, that would be a pretty good reason to drink.


Shaking her head slightly, she tries to stop thinking about the people that she knew as her parents and looks back to the soldier. She looks at his clothes and his battle scars. She might have been staring a bit too long, but with so many thoughts racing through her mind, she barely noticed that he was there or that Taylor had approached. Lo thinks about how they are all against the city. She wonders if that's true. The Last City, as far as she knows, was always about protecting people and keeping them healthy. The soldier looks pretty young, but older than her. Lo wonders where his parents were or if he still had parents. She wonders if he's been to the city. She thinks that maybe his family got infected some how and the enforcers weren't as kind as they were with her. Just barely, she could remember waking up every so often in the middle of the night to a new house being burned down. At those points the whole city knew that they'd lost someone to the T.A.V.


When Taylor spoke, Lo jumped slightly at the sound. "Oh, you didn't miss anything. So what's going on?" She asks, looking over to Taylor. "Everyone seems to be panicing. I'd offer to help but I'd probably get in the way." She says scratching the back of her head with her free arm. The soldier was almost finished cleaning her sleeve, and she would thank him for his kindness.


@TeaMMatE11 @HighSanguinaryPriest

 

[ArcticViolin]

Amber Greene

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Amber listened intently as the leader of the 4-man squad told her about the Last City. There was a sense of urgency in his words; a warning that should not be taken lightly. She looked back at the City, its walls already towering before them. "If what you are saying is true, then what do you propose people do? If I choose not to enter the Last City, then where am I to go? Keep meandering through this wilderness, this desolated land filled with danger?" She cocked her head to one side, not challenging the squad leader but rather prodding him. "Or are you suggesting that I or the others like me join the rebellion and fight for your cause?" Amber turned so that she faced the squad leader directly. "With all due respect, Sir, if you could kindly reiterate to me the cause of your rebellion, why do you fight? All these bloodshed, for what?" Over the months she's been out in the wilderness, the cause of the rebellion has not been all too clear to her. She had seen camps where non-infected gather and talk of rebellion but why fight the Last City? Even if they decide to twist history, maybe that was for the best, to ensure survival.


Stop Over before TLC





@TeaMMatE11

 

[Freshpanda88]

Somewhere in an abandoned warehouse, turned into a makeshift laboratory, was Eugenio Delmar. The last living member of the Mexican research team. A few years ago, TAV had taken the lives of all of his colleges, but had left him alive. Despite the constant pain and coughing fits he went through every single day, he continued the team's research. Even using their infected corpses to further his drive.


Every day he'd wake up and study the corpses or go outside and look for living carriers, sometimes even dead animals would suffice, and fend off the occasional raider. Then, he'd drive for miles to reach the last city to deliver his reports and pick up supplies. Of course, having only one person conduct field research would be a slow process, but it was necessary none the less. Finally, he'd drive all the way back to the warehouse and start the process all over again.


This was his daily routine; Study, look for carriers, fend off raiders, drive to the lost city and back, then sleep. It's all he did and all he could ever do. Even with his re-purposed hazmat suit and months of convincing the "higher ups" that it worked, he is only allowed into the city 2 hours per month, maximum.


Today, he continues the cycle. He had just finished his usual studies of the bodies and heads out to look for living carries, Hazmat suit and flamethrower at the ready.