Endgame

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It's been five years. Five goddamn years. Longer, actually, in my case, but Prettyboy and the rest of them have only been experiencing the hell that's become my life since the Hagah Prisonbreak. Oh, how naive Kellin and his merry band of miscreants were, thinking they could just break off a Dark Hunter prison island and escape the consequences. They got Kellin, they got the prisoners...and then they got out.

Everyone's gone. Skarloth and the rest of the old Mahri Nui team are dead, either murdered in that fortress or killed on Hagah. Kellin gave his life trying to prevent the Infection from spreading and failed. Cipher...poor Cipher was thrown off the island and never came back, and I did nothing to stop it.

I remember exactly how it happened. Dorian was hearing voices after he killed Kellin, which didn't give us much hope for his already shaky mental condition. He went to Vezok's old island to try and get some vehicles, and when we got there, we found the six Piraka standing amongst the bodies of mercenaries: all six of them dead, all six of them taken by the Infection. We managed to fight our way out, but they followed the portal and started infecting everything in sight. The more they spread, the fewer people there were left to fight.

I still see the faces: Skarloth, Prettyboy, Riaril, Cipher, Athillion, Troy, and all the others. I haven't seen them in five years, and they're probably all dead at this point. I don't know. Frankly, I'm not even sure whether I care anymore. After ten years of this, I'm starting to wonder whether I care if I'm dead or not...

Welcome to Endgame, the final entry in the Infection Trilogy. It's been a little more than a year that this trilogy has gone on, and since the two games before it, The Forsaken and Prisonbreak, were so wildly popular, I decided to give all your characters a proper ending. Not with Prisonbreak, though; that game had run its course, and Dorian's group was about to escape the island anyway. That, coupled with a need to bring the RPG forum back to life, brought this game to fruition.

Factions

Infected - Zombies, 3/4 of the world's population, led by the six Piraka.

Uninfected - The remaining quarter of the free world. Small resistance groups make up the majority of this faction.

Playable Species

Matoran
Toa
Steltian
Vortixx
Skakdi
Turaga

Staff

Tyler Durden-Host (November 23, 2011-present)
Skarloth-Moderator 1(November 23, 2011-present)
Muscles Glasses-Moderator 2(November 23, 2011-present)
The Shadowed - Moderator 3 (November 23, 2011-present)

Rules

• BZP Rules apply, obviously.
• No god-modding (e.g. controlling someone else's character, having your character do something impossible). And if someone god-mods against you, don't do it back, tell an Endgame Mod.
• This is a Text-Based RPG, so to join in you post what is basically a miniature story for what is currently happening to your character.
• Use IC for In-Character and OOC for Out-Of-Character.
e.g.:
IC: The Toa leapt from ledge to ledge, seeking the rogue Rahi.

OOC: Hey Randommember1, care to join in?
• Don't bunny (meaning control extensively) other peoples characters without their permission.
• Don't kill anothers character without permission.
• Unlimited Characters.
• No silliness such as suddenly turning everyone's swords into feather dusters and having a tickle-off. Believe me, it's not as funny as you think.
• Don't glory hog or continuously degrade someone else's character.
• Along with current restrictions you are not allowed any unreasonable elements (Life, Creation, or Time) and all characters are incapable of performing Nova Blasts. Light and Shadow are allowed, but only if you have a good enough reason deemed fit by a majority of the Prisonbreak mods. Custom species are allowed, but custom elements aren't. Current unusable masks are the Komau, Avohkii, Kraahkan, Mask of Creation, Mask of Elemental Energy, Aki, Rua, or any Kanohi Nuva.

IC: "Kyphros."

The Shade glanced in the healer's direction, his glowing white eyes somehow managing to convey an expression of irritation and curiosity simultaneously. "What is it?" he asked.

Brushing off his rough tone easily, she looked down at him, her average-sized frame still standing four inches higher than his six feet. She handed a paper to him, gesturing to the section circled in red ink.

"Report from Fader Stronghold, in the Great Furnace. One of our wounded said you and the others would need to see it." she explained, as he scanned the report, by now fluent in matoran writing.

Additionally, we've been subject to infiltrations and raids this past month, ones not of Infected origin. They'd be nothing more than a nuiscance normally, but the raider's been taking weapons and ammunition--

"Just one being's been doing this?" he asked lowly.

Ria nodded. "Keep reading."

--as well as survival supplies from the stronghold. Guard descriptions suggest that the raider is an Onu-Matoran, about 1.3 bio tall, and clad in civilian garb. He has a somewhat slim build, green eyes, and a cross shaped scar on his right cheek. Some reports suggest that he is a youth, but we don't have anything consistent agewise. We're currently upping security on the areas he seems to prefer, and await your direction in the event of his capture.

"Hm. Dorian'll be interested in this, alright..." the shade mused, putting one spiked gauntlet to his chin. "But one matoran successfully raiding the second most fortified stronghold we have with this much consistency?"

"Sounds far-fetched to me, too..." Ria agreed, nodding curtly.

-Meanwhile, near Fader Stronghold--

Looks like they've wisened up. he thought, drawing his pistol quietly.

Guess this'll make things interesting.

With the speed and stealth of a muaka on the prowl, the Matoran adavanced towards the base.

IC:

Dorian was silent for several moments, staring into emptiness at the report before he opened his mouth to speak.

"I want to move Feyrren to the stronghold. He knows more about the non-Infected security systems than any being alive and he can probably help us ID the guy who's been hitting us."

Dorian brought out his cell phone and dialed up the hanger. A sergeant that Dorian had picked up from the remains of Visorak picked up on the line.

"What can I do for you, boss?"

"Listen, Sarge, the convoy's been hit. I need you to prep the Ambrosia for takeoff."

"And you want to go solo? It's a suicide mission!"

Silence on the line.

"Dorian, you don't intend-"

"I tend to get any survivors out of Xia that I can and get the munitions we came for. Patch the coordinates for the city of Kura'an into the Ambrosia and prep it for takeoff. The convoy should have a ship or two left that I can dock it in and round up survivors."

...

"Will do."

"Good man."

He turned to the rest of the group before him and sighed. "Ria, call up Feyrren and have him moved to Fader. Tell him every resource he needs is his. I'm headed to Xia. I'll get to you from the ship's comm unit."

Then he activated his comm. "Hualn. Talk to me."

Finally, a crackle on the comm.

"This is Orion to Home. Can anyone read me?"

"Home, this is Orion, what's your status?"

"We've got a lot of dead, a couple wounded. Hualn is alive, but barely. We need immediate assistance ASAP."

"Ambrosia is in the air in ten. What's the status on the convoy and VIPs?"

"The other ship is landed and A-okay for flight. You want me to keep them grounded?"

"Hell yes. Try and mobilize whatever men you can, move the VIPs to the available ship and wait for extraction."

"Sir, the other ship-"

"I'll move in a Retrieval team later tonight. For now we need all available non-Infected out of there. Stay in constant contact. Home out."

"Orion out."

He turned to the Shade and Ria.

"I'll get in touch when I get to Xia."

-Teezy

IC:

"This is Feyrren."

"Feyrren, it's Ria."

"About time you called. None of you ever have time for me anymore. What was the point of helping you guys with all the mechanical stuff on Hagah if I get nada in return?"

"We'll indulge your ego later, I promise. For now, we need your help."

"Oooh, yay. What's it entail?"

"There's been an Onu-Matoran bandit that's been raiding the supplies from Fader. They're barely keeping away the Infected as it is and if it falls, the only thing keeping the Infected from overrunning Ta-Metru is Muaka Stronghold."

"I can be at Fader in ten minutes."

"Perfect. You're the best."

"Tell Dorian much love for me."

The line went quiet.

"Ria?"

"Yeah. I'll tell him."

There was a certain quiet in her tone that Feyrren didn't like, and for a second he almost started to speak, but then he shook his head and hung up the phone, driving his way towards Fader.

-Spawn

IC: Feyrren

"I'm walking in now," he said. He'd stocked up plenty of weapons; he had two Patriot Mk II's, one in each hand, a pistol on each thigh, two perfectly balanced throwing knife hanging from a loop on his pants, and a Thunderbolt sniper rifle on his back.

"Is it supposed to be this unguarded?"

IC (Xian armory):

The explosion was without warning.

Boom!

A cloud of smoke and debris filled the air some hundred meters above Nova's head. Ponderously, the airship tilted downward, smoke trailing from the massive wound in its side.

Nova swore. "Inside!"

He darted into shadowy cover and waited till everyone was inside before closing the armory's doors. The lights inside were fuzzy and faint, but they provided enough light to see the amount of weapons lying within the building's four metal walls. This just enforced the Xians' apathy toward the Infected's cause.

A large rifle caught Nova's eye. The Toa of Fire grabbed it and several clips, which he stuffed into his pouch. "Grab stuff!" he cried to the others as the faint roar of an airship landing reached his ears. He didn't know Castor very well, but if he had any sense, he'd listen to Nova. "We're going to the roof!"

IC: Feyrren

The Vortixx was quiet for several moments. The last time he had felt this unguarded, he was pinned down outside the Hagah guardtower by a mad sniper.

He crouched behind a wall and readied one of his Patriot's.

"I've got a bad feeling about this," he muttered into his comm.

IC: Castor

"Are you insane!?" Castor yelled, his mind filled with swears and curses. "We need to get to the top floor! Showing ourselves on top of the roof would only make us easier targets for whatever the hell they're firing! We need to stay as covered as possible, not float around like daydreaming Nui-Rama!"

He grabbed several dozen clips of Patriot ammo, a hell of a lot of Thunderbolt ammo, a couple rockets, a launcher, and several Protosteel knives and pressed a button on his phone.

"Shaddix, how far out are you?"

IC: Dorian

Dorian's phone was hooked up to the comm of the Ambrosia and immediately registered Castor's message.

"I'm about thirty minutes out. Have you got cover?"

"I'm holed up in an arms factory. There's a couple dozen Infected closing in and at least four Infected airships."

"A'ight, hang in there, bro. I'm not leaving you in there."

He turned to Nova. "What the hell is going on here? The Infected weren't supposed to be on track to develop airships for another six months."

IC: Arzatan afterwards had no recollection whatsoever how he got out of that flamin' crash.

But what he did remember was ending up in a highly indefensible position in that goddarn industrial wasteland that was called Xia, in a literal open plain, simply for the Infected to take. Well, he wasn't at all willing to let them do so. He unslung his sword from his back, the Skakdi runes on the blade glowing bright red.

He did not know what was particularly in his mind at the time: slowly, he proceeded doing the thing he thought the most logical at the time.

Looking for Hualn.

IC (Xian armory):

Nova sighed. "But we can't see everything from the first floor. Look, the roof isn't just flat; it's got guard towers, walls, you name it. We'll have plenty of cover up there."

He loaded his rifle with ammunition, checked his sword to make sure it was securely in its hilt, slung the rifle around his shoulder, and moved onto the more powerful weapons. RPGs were interesting, but he wanted something... different.

IC: "Me too," the Shade muttered.

"Stay alert in there. I'll see if Muaka can spare any reinforcements."

Just who the hell are we up against?

--Meanwhile, near Fader and out of sight--

The Onu-Matoran idly observed the Vortixx through a pair of military binoculars, noting the sheer amount of firepower he had on him.

It was likely very lucky that he got out when he did.

IC:

Feyrren holstered the Patriot and began surveying the vicinity through binoculars.

There. What was that?

He moved over it again. A couple hundred yards out. Barely. An Onu-Matoran surveying him through binoculars.

Feyrren slowly began surveying the area around him again, pretending he hadn't seen anything. Then he moved away behind the wall, obscuring whatever shot the bandit may have on him.

"Kyphros. I have a visual on him."

-Teezy

IC:

Feyrren looked outside again and cursed loudly.

"Gone."

-Teezy

IC:

Feyrren looked to the right and found a dart inside a guard's chest.

He's not aiming to kill, that's for sure.

He went over and picked it up, running it over with a scanner. There was some kind of anesthetic on it, that was for sure. Looking around, he found a second. One would go to Riaril, the other to Dorian. Between the two, they would find out what the toxin was.

"They're all out cold. I'm sending a sample of anesthetic to Dorian and Ria; can you open up a transporter?"

-Teezy