Shadows of the Universe (Sci-fi Action RP)(Started)(Closed)

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Looked at the giant hole and said, "With the size of this hole, I'me guessing it is either a giant sand gopher or a giant worm/snake. Either way it is going to be a bitch to take out." Chris then decided to jog up a nearby sand dune to use his binoculars and see if he could spot anymore holes.

"Not yet Sgt. we still don't know what made this hole." Jason responded as he looked at the walls of the hole. Jason noted what Rick was talking about and noticed the glassy coating it had, he couldn't tell if it was a natural substance or a synthetic one. As jason was looking down the hole a group of the lizard bird creatures came flying out of the hole almost knocking him down.

"Jesus Christ!" Jason shouted as he jumped back from the hole. "Fucking lizard birds!" Jason swore as he stood up and brushed the sand off his armor.

Rick watched the lizard birds fly back towards where the oasis was.

"Well... it's a hole, sir. Should we go back to the trees and water to mark out a landing zone and ideal outpost location?"

"See sir? 'Enemy aircraft.' Would you like me to fire at them?"

"Kell was right... They DO have gills... If I remember my high-school evolutionary classes right, that would mean they're either things that evolved from something with gills, and they're gills either stayed, or evolved into something else, or there's a lot more water somewhere we don't know about." James frowned, casting his mind back to his classes "If there are underground lakes, that would probably mean these things evolved to come up to the surface for food. Now, we can hope against all odds they're herbivores, but they seem to have teeth, so they probably eat those strange ground-creatures of which I knifed earlier. Some 'lifeless' world this is."

McMillan was looking around, and then pointed to more of the ground creatures hiding closer to the squads, and the bird-lizards seemingly deciding to find easier prey, farther from the perceived human threat. "Seems we're the local walking safezone from predators."

"Heh. I'm surprised they haven't attacked us. But I'm left with a question... if these tunnels lead down to giant underground lakes, then why do they collapse in on themselves afterwards?" Almost on cue, the hole struck another leak closer to the surface. "Better question... what the hell is digging these things?"

"I imagine it's less luck, and more they might somehow know how we slaughtered they're friends in methods which, to them, are entirely unknown. Also, I'm no scientist, but from the way the sides look, I'd say it's something without legs or arms, or general appendages of any sort. Sarlaccs? Something else we could kill with liberal use of ballistic firepower?" James looked down the hole "I could probably scale this, And if I get my active camo on, I could go on a pretty safe scout mission." James frowned as he did mental math "I would have maybe thirty minutes down and back before the sand starts pouring down dangerously fast."

McMillan looked at his superior incredulously, James was volunteering to go down there? Knowing that there's probably a ton of bird lizards?

"Alternatively, I could drop a bit of this," He rattled his explosives pack meaningfully, "down the hole and we could be on our merry way."

"But what if there's something sentient down there? Maybe we could communicate..." Rick somewhat doubted that Kell gave a damn one way or the other, so he addressed James directly. "It seems like a good idea, but if that hole collapses or you encounter something that detects movement and you get in trouble, there's not a damn thing I can do to get you out of it. Maybe we should wait for a fresher hole."

Double post. Sorry.

"Or we could send down a drone with a camera to see whats down there, no one gets hurt, and nothing goes boom. I do believe that sounds like the soundest plan, nothing could possibly damage or disturb the local area. What do yall think?" Chris said putting his two cents in.

"And then we wouldn't find out what's making them. Brilliant. Lets just forgo the rules of Situational Awareness made by lines of multicultural generals and field veterans through wars that make anything any of us have ever faced look like sandbox disputes. Nah, beyond that, you could always throw that down after I come back. Then, I can tell you how much we need to kill every single thing down there that is even proto-life." You could HEAR James's snarky smirk through the helmet's speakers.

"Leave the pyro be, James. Your idea was to put yourself in extreme danger."

Rick saw another leak - a small one - spring out of the hole's wall. He backed away.

"I propose we let this one fall in on itself, or send in a camera if we're that curious, and start marking a landing zone for the outpost. If our lovely tunnel-digger comes back, it can talk to us directly."

Jobe had managed to restrain himself back on the ship, but ever since he'd been lurking moodily at the back of the group. He drummed his fingers on his shot-gun.
"Somewhere, over the rainbow..."
What? Who said that? Fuck, now he was humming the song himself! He needed to do something, he needed a distraction.
One of the alien bird things swooped in lower than the others. With alarming speed, Jobe swung his shotgun above his head like a bat and knocked it out of the air
"Way up high..."
Jobe brought his foot down heavily on the creature's wing to stop it flying off. Shouldering his shotgun, Jobe slowly drew the combat machete as the alien thrashed pitifully beneath him
"In the land that I heard of..."
The blade plunged into the creature's back. The music stopped as the blood bubbled out of the thing. Jobe felt better already. Smiling, he turned to the group standing around the hole
"Sentient creature or not, we'll have to kill it anyway before the colonists land. I agree with what's-his-name, drop some explosives down there and get on with hunting the big game."

"...We won't have to kill it, necessarily. For all we know, there's a lost city of gold down there filled with humanoids who have too many resources and will hand ridiculously lavish gifts because why not." Rick frowned. "Or maybe it's a Lovecraftian horror, and grenading it will just piss it off and the resulting fight would be comparable to a panther versus a swaddled baby. I doubt that we're the panther in this equation."

"Oooooor maybe there's lost technology down there. Pieces of a destroyed ship or something that have been crashing on the planet over time, and we simply didn't detect them because I'm not done calibrating the sensors to bypass filters. Or, you know, a massive predator with skin as hard as the polycarbon titanium/aluminum alloy that protects our starship. If we REALLY want to destroy this thing, we could just orbital strike it." James found a small pebble, and tossed it down, waiting for a sound

Rick waited too. No sound after ten seconds.

Rick pulled a powerful flashlight out of his pack and approached the hole. Shining it downwards, one could barely make out a curve that started about five hundred feet down before turning out of sight two hundred feet farther. Give or take. The flashlight wasn't powerful enough to make out any details.

Another leak sprung, and there was a low rumble. "Um, guys? I think the hole is about to collapse."

"I was operating under the assumption that whatever made that hole would happily make another. Rick's right, this hole's not fresh enough for any sort of good recon. It's best we leave it and move on, we'll inevitably find another one at some point."

"Okay guys enough with the chatter, for now lets search around and see what else we can find." Jason ordered as he turned away from the hole. The other squad members started to walk away from the hole when there was a large earthquake. The earthquake took Jason's attention away from the hole and when it stopped he looked back and the hole was gone. "Looks like it caved in on itself. Maybe that's why the lizard birds flew out of the hole." Jason wondered as he went over to where the hole once was.

"Whatever that was, it's gone now. should we fan out?" James looked to Jason for orders

McMillan was talking to a soldier from the Tokyo "So, let me just get this straight, you don't have to be the lackeys to a WINGS solder?" ".... No, our WINGS just stay in the command section and they don't bother us for the most part." McMillan thanked the soldier, and walked over to James "Can I get a transf-" "No, I can't give you that, and I order you to forget the entire idea" James interrupted, smiled at McMillan, and followed his squad with McMillan left there, and then running to catch up.

"Yeah fan out and see if you guys can see anything." Jason ordered as he looked around. Jason checked around the area where the hole once was and stood on it and noted that the hole was most likely completely filled in.

Continued his scan of the surrounding area. All he could see were lizard birds flying around in the distance, almost seemingly like buzzards back on Earth. "I do believe we need to give the lizard birds a proper name, after all we did first discover them. I say we call them flying geckos, anyone agree?" Chris mentioned to the group.

"I suggest we let the Medic name them, he's probably taken biology at some point." James was examining a several-legged scaled reptile... like... lizard.... spider.. thing? As it squirmed, and he threw it up where it was swooped and eaten by one of the flying creatures, which seemed to move in localized networks of flocks.

"Sure, name the flying lizards. That's why we're here right?" Jobe grumbled as he started examining the surounding area. Hole caving in on themselves, large groups of flying scaled beasts, this was all very...quaint, but nothing that would merit the attention of an elite killing team. Where were the alpha predators?
"Well this is fun" he said, loudly enough for rest of the squad to hear him.

"I notice. By and large, the ground animals are constructed to be very fleet of foot, or the animals fly. I vote sandworms as a priority concern, we must be like the newest chinese buffet in town." James glanced back at McMillan, who looked like he was gearing for a fight with the worms Great. Exactly what I was trying to train out of him. Harsher regimens, as soon as we're on the ship.

"I don't care what you call them, I just want to know what are making these.." Jason started until another earthquake interrupted him. Jason looked around looking for the source and then he saw the group of lizard birds that just flew out of the hole that just closed up fly off somewhere. "Something tells me that they know where that earthquake came from." Jason stated as he looked off to where the birds were heading.

"Okay WINGS let's go and check it out." Jason ordered as he started to head out. The squad followed as they braved the outskirts of the desert. Jason was becoming dehydrated because of the heat so he took a swig from his canteen when he noticed the lizard birds flying over something and then one mysteriously looked like it was shot but he heard no gun shot or saw a bullet of any kind. "Strange, I think we are going to have hostiles." Jason thought as they got closer to the area where the birds were flying over.

As they got closer Jason saw a few figures in the distant and they looked like soldiers. One of the figures looked over to where they were and Jason saw it point it's weapon at him as a bullet almost hit his foot. "Hostiles!" Jason shouted as he tried to find any cover and the only thing he saw was this big sand dune.

Rick said nothing, he just immediately planted himself in front of the group and whipped his shield off of his back, eager to test its capabilities properly. As he did so, a bullet sailed straight into his chest. It bounced off, leaving a small dent.

Rick held the shield in front of him, soaking up enemy fire. The shield did an admirable job of reducing recoil, and Rick could hear the grinding of nanobots pulling metal from the rear deposits to repair the chinks.

Rick looked down at where he was hit. The dent hadn't even begun to repair, in fact, it looked a bit deeper. And deeper! After another second of dull shock, the dent stopped deepening and slowly began to fill. A puff of acrid smoke rose from the metal.

"Sir! Their bullets have a sort of acid on them!" Rick realized that his new shield might be taxed fairly badly on its first run. Hopefully it wouldn't rupture...

"WHAT!? Shit this doesn't look good. Everyone get behind the sand dune!!" Jason ordered as the group tried to get behind the sand dune. Jason was almost shot a few times in the process but was able to make it behind the sand dune without any injury.

Rick jogged for the dune, dropping behind it and looking at his shield. It had about twelve dents in it, all with a nasty vapor rising from them and streaks of melted metal running down from them. The air around it burned. Gross.

The metal began to harden, and the streaks slowly began to draw back into the dents. Perfect.

"Anybody got a theory on what they did to their bullets that makes metal melt?"

Chris jumped behind the sand dune in the nick of time. He crawled up to the lip to get a better look. He pulled out his binoculars to see who the hostile was and peered over the lip. The enemy must think he is dead for they have stopped shooting at him, and he was able to get a good look.

Chris took a good look and it was soon obvious that the hostiles were not human, "Jason, these hostiles are not human, I say again not human!" Chris shouted. "What do you propose we do?!" Chris hastily shouted.

"Not human? That can't be right!" Jason said as he inched his way to the edge of the sand dune. Looking over he got a good look at what the enemies were and he saw they were large lizard like creatures. "OH Shit you're right! Well Only thing I have right now is treat them like a normal human enemy!" Jason shouted hoping they'd go down just like a human.

Kell and Hunter sprinted towards the top of the dune. Kell fired off short bursts from his rifle as Hunter whipped the large, scoped weapon off her back and with a pair of small *clicks* set up the bipod before going prone and looking through the sights.
She watched as a trio of smaller, black hostiles began running around the dune, apparently hoping to flank the squad. Taking careful aim she fired off an entire clip, 8 shots in all. The shifting of the sand under the gun had an effect on her accuracy and she only managed to pick off two of the hostiles, the third falling back to join its comrades.
Kell, meanwhile was laying down suppressing fire on the larger creatures slowly working their way towards him. He'd hit nearly all of them by now but aside from a lucky shot to one's eye none of them seemed to be bothered much by the bullet wounds.

Jason leaned out of cover and took about 20 shots at the larger enemies. He hit the one in the front about 5 times but it didn't look phased at all. The large creature looked over to where Jason was and aimed it's rifle at him and fired at him. Jason was barely able to roll back into cover as the bullets hit the place he was just at. "Damn, These things just won't go down!" Jason said as he reloaded his rifle.

Chris started firing at the aliens and was able to land 4 solid shots on the larger foes, however, they didn't go down, but one seemed to flinch, even though it was shot many times over by Chris's teammates. Chris soon decided to open up his personal computer and start taking video footage of the enemies for further study. While he was capturing them on video he whipped out his pistol on starting firing on the foes.

Rick ran to the top of the sand dune to create a distraction. The last black creature targeted him and fired, but nothing appeared to come from the gun. A second later, there was a splashing sound.

Rick's shield suddenly began to squeal and hiss. He dropped back down over the dune and examined the hit. His entire shield was dissolving before his eyes, the insignia on it was gone and streams of metal were falling into the sand.

"AUGH! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, SOMEONE KILL THAT LAST BLACK ONE!"

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