by The Kingpin » Wed Aug 15, 2007 1:36 am
the following day Mendel and Elsie were on a private jet, flying from Mozambique to the private island known as Juan de Nova. the white and gold painted jet landed gently, as if landing on a runway of pillows. the pilot was obviously very highly experienced. as the Jet taxied into the hanger of the private airport, a couple of military Jeeps drove up and stopped at the door to the Learjet. Mendel walked out of the door right after the crew of 3, with Elsie following close behind. "Welcome to Juan de Nova, Dr. Chapman and Dr. Craven. I am General Francois Dupre, the Commander of this...facility. if you will come this way please" said a tall man in a dark navy coloured suit, which was highly decorated and pointed to a man of major influence in the French armed forces. he led them to the Jeeps, and, as if knowing what Mendel was about to say, added "Oh, and your research machine is at the base. we shall be there shortly". Mendel, a bit surprised, nodded and got into the Jeep with the General and Elsie. the driver took them off on makeshift roat through the jungle, with occasional white blobs littering random trees and rocks. "what are those white blobs, General?" asked Elsie, intriqued. "They are residue from the Monsters' attacks. they seem to spray a highly corrosive Venom from their fangs, which has been known to burn right through steel witout even slowing, when sprayed. it's other weapon, the residue of which your asking about, is a very sticky substance, webbing no doubt, but with incredible adhesive properties, which they fire from their abdomens. the few that have been in contact with it and survived are stuck with it possibly permanently, unless they'd agree to risk us attempting to blowtorch the area the webbing is attached. it's grip is so strong that it outdoes the grip of welded steel". Elsie was shocked. "How much effect have you been having on them through retaliation?" she asked. "Not much, Dr. Chapman. it seems that they're nearly impervious to most weapons. the only weaponry that has had any effect on them are high heat missiles. the weak spots we have found on them are the joints. it seems an obvious choice, but not if you see them for yourself. the joints are large, thick and covered in spikes. and yet, they are the most brittle parts. we found that out after a small one attempted to attack, and was killed after us attacking the joints on it's legs and between the various sections of it's body". the vehicle arrived at a small village of plain, brown concrete houses. the General led them into one of them, and pulled a remote out of one of his pockets. a section of the wall parted, and behind lay a stairway. "After you" said the General. Elsie made a flattered giggle and Craven stepped forward, Elsie and the General following close behind as the wall behind them closed once again. they decended to an empty solid concrete room with a massive door in front of them. the General pulled out an odd, rod shaped thing, and, along with the remote, which had now been split into two smaller halves, almost like a slide-backed phone. he pressed a button that made a massive steel plate move aside, revealing a small triangular hole with 3 points jutting out of the flat faces. he then pressed a button on the rod which made the tip open up, revealing a 3 inch thick triangle with 3 rods sticking out of the faces of the triangle. he put it into the hole, and twisted, and the sound of hydrolic locks opening filled their ears as the General pulled the rod out, and the door raised upwards, and the group made their way inwards. a massive, white room with various high tech military vehicles, troops and several men in white lab coats. a familiar yellow vacuum cleaner like machine drove up the ramp to Craven. "Nigel!" exclaimed Mendel, and the General said "If you'll follow me, we have something you may want to see. the victims of the spiders that survived". Elsie followed...
Meanwhile...
"THIS, is high tech?" said Nick with an annoyed tone. "Beggers cannot be choosers, M'sieur Tatopoulos" responded Monique. Nick climbed up a ladder onto the boat, the paint of which was pealing, and said "Firstly, it's Doctor Tatopoulos. Secondly, i dont remember BEGGING for anything". "Ahoy matey! permission to board" said a familiar New Yorker voice. Nick turned around to see Audry and Vincent "Animal" Palotti walking in, Palotti carrying a TV camera on his shoulder. "Nice wreck! what's it called?" asked Audry. "OFF LIMITS!" yelled Monique hotly as she pushed Animal's camera down, moving so fast that by the time he recovered, the tape had been removed and destroyed. "Why does everybody keep doin' dat?" asked Animal, mostly to himself. "Wanna tell me why Craven and that red headed Barbie doll booked a flight to Mozambique?" asked Audrey, almost aggressively, to Nick. "How did you know?" asked Nick, surprised. "I have my sources. they find anything yet?" "Classified" said Monique. "And what do you have to do with any of this?" she said, turning to Monique. "That is none of your conscern" she said. "Now leave or else i'll be forced to contact the authorities with a complaint for tresspassing on private property". Audrey could respond to that, but didn't want to risk it, since she still didn't know how much influence this woman had. she left along with her Cameraman, and began to pull strings to get them to Mozambique as soon as possible...
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG