Welcome Guest [Log In] [Register]
Add Reply
The Other Promise (Open For All); A metalhead reaction...is quite a fucking thing
Topic Started: Jun 18 2012, 09:31 AM (1,270 Views)
Blue Warlord

"Alright...Nu...thanks..." the mechanic breathed out a little, psyching himself up. Walking up the gravelled path, feet crunching slightly, he eventually came close to the door. Close enough to see where the varnish chipped on the wood.

He raised his hand to knock...and paused.

"Love ya, Nu."

Nu followed Rust, practically glued to his side; she gave a soft smile in response to his statement.

"You're always welcome, Rust."




Rust Hetfield just sat in the Death Leopard, staring at the upcoming N.O.L building. His fingers itching around the wheel, his face set in stone. He'd just heard from the rest. Nu was somewhere in there.

She had been captured a few weeks ago and yet, he had only just found out. He'd fucking TALKED to her a few days before it happened! If he'd been around, if he could have DONE something...

Halford in the back, Rust's inner emotions were a maelstrom. He had no idea what else he could do. If he went through with this, then forget a simple B+ Wanted poster. He'd be branded a true traitor to the Library. No more living in one place. Constantly on the run all the time.

Maybe...after this he'd just go. He didn't know where. He didn't know how. Just... leave all this stuff behind. He wasn't a fighter by nature, he understood that now. Hell, his win loss record made that abundantly clear even with Tsubaki's help. Besides, they were going to be finishing up the N.O.L soon anyway according to them.

Had he gone with Tsubaki to see her father? Had he heck. Hell, he wasn't even sure if she'd done it yet. Too bad.

Sector Seven... now there was a thought. Just bury himself so far deep underground he forgot the light of day. Just alone with none of this crazy shit up here.

He was tired. He was confused. He was angry. He was melancholic. He was all sorts of things.

"...no, it's okay." Nu smiled, looking up at Rust and tilting her head. "Thank you for worrying, though. Not many people worry about Nu... it's nice to know there are people that care."

She giggled; her mood seemed to have changed completely in the span of a second. "Nu likes you."


His best friend, his sister, one of the few people he could actually say he loved, was in there.

And no one told me. For this long.

He growled slightly. He turned the keys.



The engine sparked to life as The Death Leopard became alive. People who saw where he was aimed scattered as he took off, flooring the accelerator. With a powerful roar, the hotrod took off down the street, flames sputtering out of the exhaust as Rust, unchanging expression as always, faced down the building. Keeping one hand on the wheel, he quickly grabbed hold of the Halford.

Five....four....three...

The building came ever closer, looming towards him.

Two...

He bailed, leaping out of the car and cursing loudly as he bounced off the pavement, skidding across the floor. The car continued on, straight for the HQ.

One...

With a crash, the Death Leopard slammed into the double front doors of the building, blowing them inwards with the sound of wood, stone and metal exploding. N.O.L officers began to raise an alarm.

Zero...

BOOM!

The boot/trunk, stocked completely up to the brim with explosive materials, caught light from the bomb he had devised himself that had once rested in the back seat, based off of the Halford. A roaring column of flame shot upwards into the sky, much bigger than anything Rust could have done with his guitar. Keeping the amplifiers in the Death Leopard attached to said bomb had clearly done it's job as the flames towered over even the tallest building.

So it worked. Guess I'm a top fugitive now then. Huh...figured I'd feel worse.

Gripping the Halford with a renewed sense of freedom, he dashed inside the burning entrance way, blocking a stray sword swipe from a relatively uninjured officer and responding with a kick to his gut, bending him double and following up with a bash round the head, knocking him out cold. Continuing forward, ignoring the flames, Rust darted ever forward, looking for any hint as to his search.

Where are you?
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Gleam
Member Avatar

A prolonged burst of machine gun fire tore through the devastated lobby, leveling the receptionist's desk and the trio of men crouched behind it. Jagd followed in Rust's destructive wake, his gear stripped to kelvar and steel, his heavy trenchcoat glowing. Etched into each shoulder pauldron was a word:

DO GOOD

"Reckless but necessary." he noted, sprinting beside Rust as they descended into the bowels of the NOL headquarters. "Location of objective known? If not, should prioritize administrative section, discover listing of Murakumo containment."

A rainbow of seals gleamed down Jagd's arms and legs, his armor and coat, every thread and fiber alight. Even his hair smoked iridescent, and he absently plucked one and released it into a magazine, which he fed into his TAR21.

Class. Dig it up, dust it off, hang that shit crooked on an ear. My halo's a land mine rind, amigo.

Posted Image
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Blue Warlord

"No idea. Was heading either there or the basement. Ragna mentioned something about a Cauldron being in the basement. Plan is, we find Nu, find it, destroy it, get out." Rust muttered to Jagd as he continued pressing forward. Another N.O.L officer was blasted backwards by a powerful Bass shockwave as the mechanic and mercenary group did their best at mopping up the stragglers from the explosion.

Rust hadn't told Jagd what he was doing. He was insanely grateful that the man had volunteered to come and help him though. He honestly felt honoured Jagd held him in such high regard as to come to his aid in this. It meant a hell of a lot to the mechanic.

With a final high speed run at the last officer in the entrance lobby, Rust delivered a high powered knee to the man's head, cracking it against the wall and rendering the poor bastard unconscious. The fire continued to rage around the lobby, but not enough to be dangerous.

Nodding at Jagd, Rust brandished the Halford again.

"Admin stuff is upstairs. I did work here before. Let's move."

The terse short replies were so uncharacteristic of the rocker and yet, he felt completely and utterly unfettered. Free.

Nu. Hold on. I'm coming.
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Gleam
Member Avatar

"Acknowledged." Jagd called, and turned to the nearest door as he heard boots thundering behind it. He waited until the reached just a few meters away, and then fired the underslung shotgun straight through the wooden paneling, which drew a scream from beyond the door. Jagd didn't pause - he fired a three-round burst through the hole his shotgun had torn in the door, then he swept a finger over his jacket cuff and caught a grenade as it unsealed. He stuffed it through the hole and dove to the side.

He rolled as the grenade detonated, its timer shortened to a double count, and he loaded another shell in the undersling as he steadied the rifle against his hip and sent covering fire downrange, forcing another pair of cadets back into cover and away from Rust's back. "Drop the ceiling, up and through!" he shouted.
Class. Dig it up, dust it off, hang that shit crooked on an ear. My halo's a land mine rind, amigo.

Posted Image
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Blue Warlord

"Got it! Thanks for the assist! POWERCHORD!"

The red arc of flames, normally the size of a person, screamed upwards, the size of a car. Seithr energy crackled slightly around the Halford as Rust watched the Powerchord tear a hole straight through the ceiling. It had happened so fast, he didn't even notice swtiching from Bass to Treble to pull the move off.

Holding the Halford to cover his head as he dashed under his hole, he saw officers begin to crowd round the rim, looking down and ready to jump to meet them.

Rust was already playing a solo.

"VALLEY OF THE DAMNED!"

There was a slow rumble...then a gargantuan column of flame rocketed upwards from the floor, spurting upwards from the ground like the fires of hell. Keeping his fingers moving, the rocker kept the heat up as long as possible, preventing any N.O.L officer from dropping down.

"Jagd! Can you get a guy up there to clean up whilst I got them pinned like this?!" he yelled down, lashing out with a side kick to another officer who tried to sneak up on him. Darting behind cover, fingers still blurring like crazy, Rust didn't notice the strings getting a slight yellow glow before it died down again.

His fury was nearly palpable at this point. But it wasn't hot and it didn't use him. It was cold and he used it, instead.
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Gleam
Member Avatar

Jagd touched the headset wired around his ear and spoke a short, sharp command in a language that was all slur and hiss.

In the sky overhead, a customized Shebalve descended from the cloud cover, its sides covered in a seithr screen that crackled as it drew in the ambient energy, denying its use to other flyboys or Armagi users. "Sweeping second floor, heads down!" Rueham Agley barked, and took the Brigand into a descent, sweeping the GAU-17 in an arc across the windows and walls of the NOL station.

One hundred and seventy 7.62 mm rounds lanced through the soft walls of the station, each igniting and exploding from their custom loadings, and death took everything on that floor within twenty meters of a window. The Shebalve immediately ascended again for the cloud cover, as a pair of interceptors began to take off, but one caught a missile from its already-flying adversary and exploded into shrapnel and seithr currents.

Jagd weathered the earsplitting roar by tossing handfuls of proximity mines at each still-standing door on the ground floor, and when Rueham ascended again threw a thumbs up to Rust.
Class. Dig it up, dust it off, hang that shit crooked on an ear. My halo's a land mine rind, amigo.

Posted Image
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Blue Warlord

Looking over when it was clear, Rust stopped playing and gave a thumbs up back to Jagd. Used to insanely loud noises due to both his profession and his musical skill, the mechanic broke cover and dashed for the stairs, licks of flame darting out of the Halford's headstock as he made his ascent. Soldiers came and soldiers fell, clawing at their bodies where they were burned. Rust stepped over them as he ran up the winding staircase, making the second floor without so much as being winded. Guess the conditioning had done some good after all.

"Jagd! You gonna clear out downstairs fully or you joining me up here?!" Rust shouted down through the hole. "We're clear up here and it's another two flights to the admi-"

WHAM!

Rust was struck by one hell of a blow that sent him flying completely over the twenty foot wide hole, bouncing off the ground at the other side. Gasping with surprise, he looked up to see who had smashed his face in. Blood trickled from his mouth as a tooth came loose which was quickly spat away.

"Bastard..."
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Gleam
Member Avatar

A fist, black as night, retracted from the blow it had dealt Rust, and tore away an entire chunk of the wall surrounding its wrist. Each knuckle was as thick as a human's thigh, and when a second and a third pitch black hand started tearing away at the wall, things went from bad to worse. What came through the hole was a lion's head with a mane of white-hot hair that hung around it, aerial without reason, wisps of smoking escaping the tips as oxygen fried itself against the combustive substance. Six enormous, burly paws grew around that head, a ring of shoulders and claws and muscle that defied reason.

Jagd caught up finally, and slowed as he spotted the monstrosity as it slung itself down the hallway towards them.

"Baur." he said. "Hah. Thought was fairytale demon."

An RPL-16 grenade launcher dropped into his hands as half a dozen seals discharged simultaneously, and he launched a 40mm explosive round straight toward the screaming beast's gullet, which it slapped away. The second one hurled it half a dozen feet away and down the hall, and the third it dodged through some impossible whirling dodge, the dozens of claws digging into the floor and walls and jerking the body in mindbending cortortions as it continued to dodge two more shots.

As the chamber clicked empty, the revolver ring of grenade rounds run dry, the beast screamed and lunged back up the hall at them.
Edited by Gleam, Jun 19 2012, 11:54 PM.
Class. Dig it up, dust it off, hang that shit crooked on an ear. My halo's a land mine rind, amigo.

Posted Image
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Blue Warlord

Rust stared for a moment at the thing, completely shocked and getting over his injury. It was just...so completely alien. It couldn't possibly exist in a world where rules and laws of matter applied, could it?

It's in the way of you finding Nu.

The Halford struck the floor like a golf swing.

"ENTER SANDMAN!"

A literal wave of wood and stone uprooted itself down the hallway towards Baur. Yes, they were on the first floor, which is why it was wood and stone rather than rock and earth. It weakened the overall foundation, but Rust knew the building more intimately than he knew some people. The place would hold, as would the floor.

More seithr crackled around the Halford, strings again switching from green to yellow/gold, before finally settling on red. Rust hadn't hit the switch either.
Not waiting for Baur to get close, the guitar found itself on Rust's shoulder, aimed like a bazooka down the hallway.

"Jagd, I need eight seconds." was all he said, getting frustrated at their lack of progress. His fingers began the motions again, a small ring of firey energy surround the very tip of the headstock. "Give me eight seconds."
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Gleam
Member Avatar

The wave of wood and stone didn't even slow down Baur. It leapt up to the hallway's ceiling and crawled grotesquely along faster than a man could run, bypassing the wave entirely.

Jagd nodded grimly. Then he launched himself straight foward at the writhing abomination, leaving the emptied RPL behind him.

Baur howled and leaped foward, swinging a trio of claws down at the lone man, and a wall of steel blossomed from the edge of Jagd's caught, an eight-foot panel of pure metal that Jagd dropped right into the demon's swing. Its claws dug into the steel and stuck, and when it lunged to tear his head off with its teeth, the panel proved too large for it to maneuver around, although it still lashed out with a claw through a corner and smashed Jagd's leg out from under him, then grabbed ahold of the limb.

Another seal flashed and deployed, and Jagd pulled the trigger on a sawed-off shotgun that gutted the wrist attached to him with a widespread ball-bearing round. Baur howled again and swatted instead of releasing the mercenary, which sent Jagd tumbling down the hall, loose-puppet style. He regained his feet after two spins and, his shoes still squeaking against the torsion, fired off another shot that snipped off an entire finger. Baur screamed in real pain and retreated behind the shield, turning it sideways, then began to charge down the hall with it as an awkward shield, panting with the effort.

Jagd discarded the shotgun, smacked a third seal, and into his hands dropped a bipod-mounted M132 Armored Flamethrower. He kicked the support leg down into the torn wood of the floor, and opened up with a stream of liquid napalm that splattered under and over the edges of the shield, turned it into a bubbling mess, and sizzled hot on the skin of the demon behind it. It shrieked in horrendous agony as the dripping fire got into its face and eyes, leapt back a dozen yards, and seized a steel-core door from a side hallway, which it tore out entirely.

Then Baur hurled it down the hallway, the world's biggest fastball, and it smashed Jagd past Rust like a fly hit by a rolled newspaper.
Edited by Gleam, Jun 20 2012, 12:22 AM.
Class. Dig it up, dust it off, hang that shit crooked on an ear. My halo's a land mine rind, amigo.

Posted Image
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous)
ZetaBoards - Free Forum Hosting
Free Forums. Reliable service with over 8 years of experience.
Learn More · Register Now
Go to Next Page
« Previous Topic · Underdogs · Next Topic »
Add Reply

ZB BoHeGeHa by OverTheBelow
based on the IPB skin by Tom B