Post by rocko52 (Drago) on Dec 6, 2013 10:36:00 GMT -5
The trio of Marines walked down the abandoned corridors of B-2. Babet was only vaguely recognize the halls. They were so completely, and thoroughly destroyed, with vermin crawling around everywhere, that it was impossible to fathom that this shell had been the mighty B-2 back only a few weeks. Babet repressed his rage at the man who did this for the moment, expressing negative emotions was very un-gentlemanly.
All three of them clutched torches in their hands. Fredrick was stepping with hesitation in each step, as though every time he touched the floor he would be infected, and every once in a while made a sound of disgust. He was in the back, lagging a bit due to this. Ethel was by Babet, holding her torch in one hand, the other resting on the hilt of her sword, prepared. She had a seriousness about her, but also a cheeriness, she was more than happy to carry out her orders.
Babet was in the lead, his Marine cape flowing behind him slightly. He looked at his pocket-watch every now and again, out of habit, and also adjusted his glasses every once in a while. They continued on the path they were following. Babet knew the layout of B-2, and knew the floor they were on. They were following a systemized route Babet had devised in order to scour the ruins for the dissenters and the Marines. They would continue until they found either. Hopefully the Marines weren't dead yet.
Babet knew the Marine bigwigs vastly preferred criminals to be capture rather than killed on sight, so as per usual, he set his goal to non-fatally take out all the dissenters, especially Dawdry. If the situation got to intense though, he would take the necessary measures.
Suddenly, Babet halted his party with a single gesture, holding his hand wearing the Brass Knuckles up to signify this. They stopped, and faintly, voices were able to be heard from a distance.
Babet whispered,
"This is going to be either the dissenters, our fellows, or both men. Be prepared for a battle."
Ethel nodded, gripping her sword's hilt tighter, while Fredrick fumbled a flintlock out of his pocket.
Babet sighed internally, before turning around. They resumed walking, but at a slower, quieter, more deliberate pace. They could hear the voices more clearly from the left, in down a hall. They were currently in what looked like the old reception hall. It was littered with bodies, some alive, some not. Clearly there had been an intense fight, that sounded as if it was still going on down the hall. The scene shot the recruits nerves, Fredrick starting to shake, but Ethel, while certainly at least a bit disturbed by the death, merely grew more determined.
Babet peered down the hall and heard,...
"Adorable."
He recognized that as the voice of Dawdry.
"Men, approaching the target now."
As he got closer, what a sight he was greeted with. A half spider, half human Marine was engaged in combat with Dawdry, a second Marine, a girl with a katana, was on the ground, but not out, and there was a bleeding Marine who appeared to be a warrant officer, who was against the wall.
"Hair needle!"
"Spider, spider, what are you doing? That tickles"
The spider had fired some hairs down at Dawdry, who had dodged them easily. He then slashed his sword and cut through the web the spider was making.
The bleeding Marine on the side called out, "“Dawdry… I have an idea. Let’s play a game. Outside waits a domesticated Juno Penguin. How about you face us and the penguin. Can you overcome that challenge?”
Dawdry turned, but not before slashing at the spider quickly and harshly, several times. He smiled, a smile full of a morbid excitement.
"What was that? A challenge? It sounds fun, but I'd rather give you my own challenge. Warrant Officer, think you have what it takes? If you can crawl your little way out to the penguin before bleeding to death, I'll fight you and the penguin. If you bleed to death in here, well, I'll still kill the penguin. Sound fun?" He cackled before casually walking over to the Marine and stabbing at him again.
"Ensign Dawdry. Stand down." Babet and his trio entered the view of the battle.
"Well well well, if it isn't Babet, a fellow Ensign. How do you do sir? Would you like a cup of tea? I can use the blood of these Marines right here to spice it, if you would like."
"Silence Dawdry, you have been accused of leaving the Marines, plotting, and attacking Marine personel, how do you plead?"
"Guilty of course my dear Babet, but wouldn't you like to sit down and talk a bit first? Last I knew you were out at sea, shouldn't we do some catching up?"
"As an Ensign of the Marines of the World Govermnent, I, Babet le'Et, put you, Dawdry, under arrest. Will you stand down?"
"Oooh, exciting. A real fight. I've been just playing with these poor little children for long enough. It was amusing, and lovely to see some red, but I'm itching for a real fight.
Babet put his fists, bearing the Flaming Fist Fu Brass Knuckles, into a readied stance.
"Ethel, Fredrick, get the wounded men to safety. I'll handle Dawdry."
"Yes sir!" Was Ethel's quick response. Fredrick didn't reply, but followed anyway.
Babet turned back to Dawdry, ready to right.
All three of them clutched torches in their hands. Fredrick was stepping with hesitation in each step, as though every time he touched the floor he would be infected, and every once in a while made a sound of disgust. He was in the back, lagging a bit due to this. Ethel was by Babet, holding her torch in one hand, the other resting on the hilt of her sword, prepared. She had a seriousness about her, but also a cheeriness, she was more than happy to carry out her orders.
Babet was in the lead, his Marine cape flowing behind him slightly. He looked at his pocket-watch every now and again, out of habit, and also adjusted his glasses every once in a while. They continued on the path they were following. Babet knew the layout of B-2, and knew the floor they were on. They were following a systemized route Babet had devised in order to scour the ruins for the dissenters and the Marines. They would continue until they found either. Hopefully the Marines weren't dead yet.
Babet knew the Marine bigwigs vastly preferred criminals to be capture rather than killed on sight, so as per usual, he set his goal to non-fatally take out all the dissenters, especially Dawdry. If the situation got to intense though, he would take the necessary measures.
Suddenly, Babet halted his party with a single gesture, holding his hand wearing the Brass Knuckles up to signify this. They stopped, and faintly, voices were able to be heard from a distance.
Babet whispered,
"This is going to be either the dissenters, our fellows, or both men. Be prepared for a battle."
Ethel nodded, gripping her sword's hilt tighter, while Fredrick fumbled a flintlock out of his pocket.
Babet sighed internally, before turning around. They resumed walking, but at a slower, quieter, more deliberate pace. They could hear the voices more clearly from the left, in down a hall. They were currently in what looked like the old reception hall. It was littered with bodies, some alive, some not. Clearly there had been an intense fight, that sounded as if it was still going on down the hall. The scene shot the recruits nerves, Fredrick starting to shake, but Ethel, while certainly at least a bit disturbed by the death, merely grew more determined.
Babet peered down the hall and heard,...
"Adorable."
He recognized that as the voice of Dawdry.
"Men, approaching the target now."
As he got closer, what a sight he was greeted with. A half spider, half human Marine was engaged in combat with Dawdry, a second Marine, a girl with a katana, was on the ground, but not out, and there was a bleeding Marine who appeared to be a warrant officer, who was against the wall.
"Hair needle!"
"Spider, spider, what are you doing? That tickles"
The spider had fired some hairs down at Dawdry, who had dodged them easily. He then slashed his sword and cut through the web the spider was making.
The bleeding Marine on the side called out, "“Dawdry… I have an idea. Let’s play a game. Outside waits a domesticated Juno Penguin. How about you face us and the penguin. Can you overcome that challenge?”
Dawdry turned, but not before slashing at the spider quickly and harshly, several times. He smiled, a smile full of a morbid excitement.
"What was that? A challenge? It sounds fun, but I'd rather give you my own challenge. Warrant Officer, think you have what it takes? If you can crawl your little way out to the penguin before bleeding to death, I'll fight you and the penguin. If you bleed to death in here, well, I'll still kill the penguin. Sound fun?" He cackled before casually walking over to the Marine and stabbing at him again.
"Ensign Dawdry. Stand down." Babet and his trio entered the view of the battle.
"Well well well, if it isn't Babet, a fellow Ensign. How do you do sir? Would you like a cup of tea? I can use the blood of these Marines right here to spice it, if you would like."
"Silence Dawdry, you have been accused of leaving the Marines, plotting, and attacking Marine personel, how do you plead?"
"Guilty of course my dear Babet, but wouldn't you like to sit down and talk a bit first? Last I knew you were out at sea, shouldn't we do some catching up?"
"As an Ensign of the Marines of the World Govermnent, I, Babet le'Et, put you, Dawdry, under arrest. Will you stand down?"
"Oooh, exciting. A real fight. I've been just playing with these poor little children for long enough. It was amusing, and lovely to see some red, but I'm itching for a real fight.
Babet put his fists, bearing the Flaming Fist Fu Brass Knuckles, into a readied stance.
"Ethel, Fredrick, get the wounded men to safety. I'll handle Dawdry."
"Yes sir!" Was Ethel's quick response. Fredrick didn't reply, but followed anyway.
Babet turned back to Dawdry, ready to right.