Post by Nazo on Jun 29, 2013 22:33:14 GMT -5
On the outskirts of the city, a military installation stands proud in the moonlit night. The members of the Japanese Military stand guard, though this outpost rarely has anything interesting go down. The Military Police has their stations in the city, and the main base inside the city housed all the strong hardware, so often those who end up here can't help but to wonder what the point of this outpost is? Soldiers who end up here often think they are the rejects they don't want to deal with elsewhere.
The snow on the ground was fresh, as another flurry graces the city. The cloudy skies obscure the luminescence of the moon, as the handful of guards on the night patrol maintain the sense of security on the base. It was a simple compound: a courtyard of smaller buildings with a larger complex in the center. The central building had some offices and laboratories that did some research or another, the day to day grunts didn't really know much about it other than the occasional white coat walks through in a flustered panic as the Science Director leaves a phone call demanding some kind of results.
Atop a tall tree in the forest near the base along the road, a figure stands in the dim light, looking upon the installation, eyes hidden behind a porcelain mask. His clothing is loose, a black top that opens at the wrist to reveal hands covered in metal, claw like gauntlets. His bottom the same dark material, a slightly lighter, gray belt wrapping around his waist to show the division between top and bottom. Dark metal boots cover his bottom, leaving little other evidence of what was beneath the clothing. Pulled over his head was a hood, the overall outfit robe-like, tattered along the edges slightly. Silver-like white hair peeks out from the edge just slightly, only enough to identify that there was hair behind the very concealing outfit.
"...It begins."
Those words uttered, the figure seemed to vanish into the night...reappearing and leaping over the wall surrounding the compound in a single bound...quickly making his way to the central complex. Tapping a clawed finger to his face, the eyes behind the mask close. Visions quickly run through the figure's mind as a nod of affirmation follows.
He reaches into his garments and withdraws a small device, setting it on the ground. Fiddling with the controls, he then runs off, turning around a corner and making distance, concealed in the shadows.
3...
2..
1.
BOOM!
A large explosion rocks the base, blowing cement and metal to pieces and leaving a large fire in the wake. The fires persisted, and efforts to extinguish the flames were met with little success as the soldiers who ran up to the majority of the men are focused on trying to contain the spreading fire, accelerated by a chemical compound that made the flames burn hotter than normal. The snow beneath quickly gave way to the earth below, revealing the often forgotten dirt and concrete below.
With the guards distracted, the figure smashes open a door, kicking in a metal bound door with unnatural strength and darts down the hallways...skillfully navigating the complex and descending four floors to the bottom level where a pair of guards heavily armed stood in front of a vault door. The cloaked figure edges around the corner and peeks. They were on edge, and likely to shoot at the first sign of a disturbance.
That would most certainly be inconvenient.
They probably don't deserve this, but it's the least likely method to leave real damage the cloaked figure thinks to himself, raising his hand up as a green glow manifests for a moment, as he whips around the corner and holds the hand forward, a haze manifesting around the two guardsmen's minds. They both dropped their weapons and fell to their knees, screaming as their greatest horrors begin to consume their thoughts, appearing as though they were real before their eyes.
The cloaked figure then runs forward to the door, closing the gap from the fifty foot hallway. Time was of the essence and he had no more to waste. One of the guardsmen sees him coming, and feebly grasps his rifle to shoot, but the intruder effortlessly sidesteps the rounds and knocks the weapon away in range, throwing the shooter into the other, enough force to incapacitate them both for a short time. Turning to the vault, the intruder glares at the thick metal. It was too thick for even his strength to overcome.
With a sigh, he reaches his hands in the air as if holding something, as a black and silver weapon emerges, a scythe like weapon composed of unnatural energy, the blade of the weapon glowing faintly green in the dim light.
Several slashes later, the vault door falls apart, thick metal chunks falling to the side as the figure walks forward. This was a cryogenic storage chamber. Many samples were held here, but there were a pair of units slightly larger than a large briefcase that he was searching for. As the figure walks up to them, he shakes his head slightly.
"More trouble than you two are worth..." the voice mutters in the cold, as he begins the task of separating and preparing the two units for extraction...
Twenty minutes since the bomb went off, the men stationed at the outpost were still trying to contain the fire and damage, leaving the intruder an easy time leaving...only one man having seen the odd figure's departure, too confused to attempt to apprehend him amid the chaos.
In the morning, when the sunlight allowed easier sight of what went down, it was discovered that the attack was a ploy to rob the compound of what was publicly known as a medical science experiment. The brass was furious that such an attack happened without any apprehension, and the two guards in front of the cryogenic vault were taken into psychiatric isolation for mental breakdown.
While this went down, security camera footage and a description gained from the private whom observed the intruder managed to make a basic sketch of what the figure looked like. With evidence of supernatural powers, it was immediate classified as a Covenant attack...whether it was an action of the individual or the organization was unknown, but the fact that an attack occurred within Japan, especially outside of Tokyo, unnerved many. Plans for tightened security would be put into play over the course of the day as the officers worked to tame the media's wild speculations and ideas.
But few knew the true value of what was stolen that day...
The snow on the ground was fresh, as another flurry graces the city. The cloudy skies obscure the luminescence of the moon, as the handful of guards on the night patrol maintain the sense of security on the base. It was a simple compound: a courtyard of smaller buildings with a larger complex in the center. The central building had some offices and laboratories that did some research or another, the day to day grunts didn't really know much about it other than the occasional white coat walks through in a flustered panic as the Science Director leaves a phone call demanding some kind of results.
Atop a tall tree in the forest near the base along the road, a figure stands in the dim light, looking upon the installation, eyes hidden behind a porcelain mask. His clothing is loose, a black top that opens at the wrist to reveal hands covered in metal, claw like gauntlets. His bottom the same dark material, a slightly lighter, gray belt wrapping around his waist to show the division between top and bottom. Dark metal boots cover his bottom, leaving little other evidence of what was beneath the clothing. Pulled over his head was a hood, the overall outfit robe-like, tattered along the edges slightly. Silver-like white hair peeks out from the edge just slightly, only enough to identify that there was hair behind the very concealing outfit.
"...It begins."
Those words uttered, the figure seemed to vanish into the night...reappearing and leaping over the wall surrounding the compound in a single bound...quickly making his way to the central complex. Tapping a clawed finger to his face, the eyes behind the mask close. Visions quickly run through the figure's mind as a nod of affirmation follows.
He reaches into his garments and withdraws a small device, setting it on the ground. Fiddling with the controls, he then runs off, turning around a corner and making distance, concealed in the shadows.
3...
2..
1.
BOOM!
A large explosion rocks the base, blowing cement and metal to pieces and leaving a large fire in the wake. The fires persisted, and efforts to extinguish the flames were met with little success as the soldiers who ran up to the majority of the men are focused on trying to contain the spreading fire, accelerated by a chemical compound that made the flames burn hotter than normal. The snow beneath quickly gave way to the earth below, revealing the often forgotten dirt and concrete below.
With the guards distracted, the figure smashes open a door, kicking in a metal bound door with unnatural strength and darts down the hallways...skillfully navigating the complex and descending four floors to the bottom level where a pair of guards heavily armed stood in front of a vault door. The cloaked figure edges around the corner and peeks. They were on edge, and likely to shoot at the first sign of a disturbance.
That would most certainly be inconvenient.
They probably don't deserve this, but it's the least likely method to leave real damage the cloaked figure thinks to himself, raising his hand up as a green glow manifests for a moment, as he whips around the corner and holds the hand forward, a haze manifesting around the two guardsmen's minds. They both dropped their weapons and fell to their knees, screaming as their greatest horrors begin to consume their thoughts, appearing as though they were real before their eyes.
The cloaked figure then runs forward to the door, closing the gap from the fifty foot hallway. Time was of the essence and he had no more to waste. One of the guardsmen sees him coming, and feebly grasps his rifle to shoot, but the intruder effortlessly sidesteps the rounds and knocks the weapon away in range, throwing the shooter into the other, enough force to incapacitate them both for a short time. Turning to the vault, the intruder glares at the thick metal. It was too thick for even his strength to overcome.
With a sigh, he reaches his hands in the air as if holding something, as a black and silver weapon emerges, a scythe like weapon composed of unnatural energy, the blade of the weapon glowing faintly green in the dim light.
Several slashes later, the vault door falls apart, thick metal chunks falling to the side as the figure walks forward. This was a cryogenic storage chamber. Many samples were held here, but there were a pair of units slightly larger than a large briefcase that he was searching for. As the figure walks up to them, he shakes his head slightly.
"More trouble than you two are worth..." the voice mutters in the cold, as he begins the task of separating and preparing the two units for extraction...
Twenty minutes since the bomb went off, the men stationed at the outpost were still trying to contain the fire and damage, leaving the intruder an easy time leaving...only one man having seen the odd figure's departure, too confused to attempt to apprehend him amid the chaos.
In the morning, when the sunlight allowed easier sight of what went down, it was discovered that the attack was a ploy to rob the compound of what was publicly known as a medical science experiment. The brass was furious that such an attack happened without any apprehension, and the two guards in front of the cryogenic vault were taken into psychiatric isolation for mental breakdown.
While this went down, security camera footage and a description gained from the private whom observed the intruder managed to make a basic sketch of what the figure looked like. With evidence of supernatural powers, it was immediate classified as a Covenant attack...whether it was an action of the individual or the organization was unknown, but the fact that an attack occurred within Japan, especially outside of Tokyo, unnerved many. Plans for tightened security would be put into play over the course of the day as the officers worked to tame the media's wild speculations and ideas.
But few knew the true value of what was stolen that day...
