doomed-marine

[doomed-marine]

BEHOLD

THE BEAST COVERED IN STEEL,

GOD'S RIGHT HAND,

THE ONE WHO CARRIES THE SWORD OF RAGE FORGED IN PURE FIREPOWER.

I miss my wife

Semi-selective/indie/multiverse.

Rules & muse info.

[doomed-marine]

Send a word for your muse to find my muse in a certain state.

Mostly angsty stuff, but feel free to add your own.

Tears - Find my muse crying.

Rest - Find my muse sound asleep.

Dream - Find my muse moving in their sleep due to a dream or nightmare.

Bleed - Find my muse injured.

Drink - Find my muse drunk.

Collapse - Find my muse blacked-out on the ground.

Leaving - Find my muse dying.

Grave - Find my muse dead.

Fear - Find my muse panicking about something.

Hide - Find my muse hiding from something or someone.

Anger - Find my muse very angry.

Escape - Find my muse trying to run away from something or someone.

Toxic - Find my muse poisoned.

Bruise - Find my muse badly beaten up. 

Freeze - Find my muse trying to keep warm in the cold.

Battle - Find my muse in the middle of a fight with someone or something.

Saw - Find my muse getting a limb amputated. 

Cough - Find my muse coughing out blood.

[doomed-marine]

He stared at the man, as his arm made contact with the inactive magnets on the back of his armour, clacking. He absolutely hated being touched, and he didn't feel any better regarding having weight on his shoulders, reason why he never wore his full equipment.

He didn't like that. Not at all.

He shook his shoulders, annoyed, frowning his brow.

-"Get ya hands off me, scum!" -

He growled, as he backed off, looking directly at the sentinel's eyes. His face was completely covered in bruises and in his own blood, but he seemed like he couldn't have, not even nearly, tought about not fighting back. Was him even able to think anymore? The rage was what truly fueled his body...or maybe was it fear? Fear of failure. He failed as a soldier, as a father, as a man, and he knew it. Flynn Peter Taggart died, there was nothing left of him, if not this soulless animal.

-"I don't accept orders. Talk to me 'n you are dead! Dead, I say!....not...because...I would kill you, but because of some very specific circumstances. I'm the black cat, bringin' bad luck, buddy!"-

He specified, as he looked at the pile of dead bodies. Portals only ever brought to him even more problems than the ones he already had to deal with.

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The marine grunted, as he looked around himself. Left and right, back and front, the unholy beasts had been following his steps for miles now.

He felt completely disoriented. He couldn’t remember anything of what previously had happened, he was in Hell, and all suddenly, he was there, in that strange land, weary, wounded and confused.

He only knew one thing. The demons, those disgusting creatures, they took over his dimension like a plague, an invasive species, putrid rats.

They were everywhere.

He stopped, as he started to grab any creature that only dared walking towards him, shredding their flesh, shattering their bones with his own bare hands and nails, like a feral animal…until he noticed something, or more like, somebody.

-“Who the Hell are you?!”-

He yelled at the sentinel. A human? Or at least, they looked like one. An unexpected surprise, but could it have been considered a pleasant one? He was unsure. His last human encounters didn’t exactly end well and he wasn’t the most friendly individual, especially after the incident inside the Mars facility he previously worked for.

      The human (or, supposed human), in turn, had suddenly moved towards– no, PAST the Corporal, as a translucent blue shield formed when he lifted his arm, easily deflecting the fireball of an imp from striking the soldier in the back. The man was armored, with tattered cloth bearing the mark of the Slayer, his armor rusted, yet still having a sense of protection to it. Ready to ease him from the threat of demons.

      “ I am Hallkel the Unbroken, my friend! ” He spoke in a loud, almost booming voice over the screeches of those unholy beasts, filled with courage and generosity for the corporal, even if the corporal were… obviously on edge, as Hallkel noted. The Night Sentinel had grasped at his brightly glowing blade, cleaving through the demons that were unlucky enough to be in his way, melting leathery demonic flesh and tearing them to shreds. The sounds of armor clanked against one another as he  rammed his shield into an unknowing Pinky, staggering it, before he forced his sword into its jaw, through its skull, and pulled it out. Blood splattered on his armor, yet hopefully it gave the corporal some form of relief that this was the man he had ran into in Hell.

      The Sentinel began to back off, towards him, before gripping his shoulder gently and pointing the way with his sword, “ Follow me, Ser! ” He spoke up– he seemed to know English, judging by his attempts to commune with the marine, treating him with respect. He was rushing him along to run across the brimstone and bone, an arm wrapped around his shoulders as he spoke up, “ I apologize for the sudden grip– but I must get you out of here! Or else, you may end up like others I have known! Quickly, now! ”

      Admittedly, this human seemed familiar to Hallkel. He was much like the man that had once been known as the Outlander. The same rage, the same fury in his eyes… Perhaps, could this be another one of the Slayer’s kin? Did he know the Slayer?… Well. He would ask when they weren’t dealing with the demons. He ran on, leading the way, focused on what looked like a slipgate– a portal of sorts, in the distance, atop a mountain of sinew and flesh. “ Onward, my friend! ” Hallkel attempted to encourage him,“ Just a little more! ”

[doomed-marine]

The marine grunted, as he looked around himself. Left and right, back and front, the unholy beasts had been following his steps for miles now.

He felt completely disoriented. He couldn't remember anything of what previously had happened, he was in Hell, and all suddenly, he was there, in that strange land, weary, wounded and confused.

He only knew one thing. The demons, those disgusting creatures, they took over his dimension like a plague, an invasive species, putrid rats.

They were everywhere.

He stopped, as he started to grab any creature that only dared walking towards him, shredding their flesh, shattering their bones with his own bare hands and nails, like a feral animal...until he noticed something, or more like, somebody.

-"Who the Hell are you?!"-

He yelled at the sentinel. A human? Or at least, they looked like one. An unexpected surprise, but could it have been considered a pleasant one? He was unsure. His last human encounters didn't exactly end well and he wasn't the most friendly individual, especially after the incident inside the Mars facility he previously worked for.

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“ We’re knights in war and fire. ”

[doomed-marine]

The corporal froze, as he held his breath, listening to the noises in the background.

Gunshots, growls. He could do nothing, but imagine the scene in first person, like he was the one there, fighting. The empty shotgun shells, hissing as they would hit the ground, the pearlescent white floors of the facility, covered by the blood of the unholy...and that smell. That damned smell. He could swear, if the word "curse" had a smell, that must have been the one. Gunpowder, mixed with burned flesh, the rotten, the sweat, the mold. There was no air filter that could stop the mixture of disgusting scents from haunting his mind.

He shook his head, as he left behind himself those horrible memories, like jumping out from the deepest waters, as he took a breath.

Until, something new happened.

A conversation.

Were there...other humans?

He slowly crawled down from the desk, as he carefully walked towards the voices, helping himself by using the nearest wall as support for his own weight. Sure, it was dangerous, but his curiosity got the better of him.

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The room was silent besides the sound of faint Demonic cries, smashing of metal, and the facility breaking ever so slowly. A hissing call came in, and followed by a soft voice of an older sounding male "Hello, i am VEGA, the sentient intelligence assigned to mars."

[doomed-marine]

The man nodded in agreement.

He looked at the gun, closing his hand around the grip, checking if he was able to carry the weight of the weapon. He managed to lift it up, but he couldn't keep his aim, as his arms were shaking.

Resigned and tired, he gave up, placing the gun next to his leg.

He looked around himself, squinting his eyes as he tried to see in the dark, sure it was an...interesting place, definitely changed from the times when he used to work for the facility. Improved? Maybe, but absolutely in the most disgusting way. Stealing and using argent energy was something he couldn't tolerate from any living mortal human. He felt disappointed at the only thought of people trying to assimilate supernatural powers, just for some money and fame, risking the lives of millions. There was a huge difference between sacred and profanity, and he knew none of that knowledge belonged to some scientist wannabe god.

He sighed, bored. He was alone, once again, but this time he didn't want to risk to die.

Closed starter for @paranoia-engine

The room was silent besides the sound of faint Demonic cries, smashing of metal, and the facility breaking ever so slowly. A hissing call came in, and followed by a soft voice of an older sounding male "Hello, i am VEGA, the sentient intelligence assigned to mars."

[doomed-marine]

He observed the machine, focusing on his movements, trying to guess what he was thinking, as he was cleaning his wounds.

-"Heck, I hope!"-

The man exclaimed, as he looked down at his own feet. His conditions definitely improved, since he rested, but he still wasn't sure if he could instantly go back to work, especially after that arm injury. He sure was concerned about humanity, especially the future generations, but if he died, who was gonna try to help them?

Closed starter for @paranoia-engine

The room was silent besides the sound of faint Demonic cries, smashing of metal, and the facility breaking ever so slowly. A hissing call came in, and followed by a soft voice of an older sounding male "Hello, i am VEGA, the sentient intelligence assigned to mars."

[doomed-marine]

-"That's fine."-

The man sighed, at the view of the alcohol, he knew it was gonna hurt, but catching some dangerous infections wasn't in his plans.

He closed his eyes, letting him do his job. His wounds were stinging like crazy and the robot's hands didn't surely have the same warmth as a common living human, but at the same time, he was happy to know somebody cared about him.

-"Thank you for helping me out."-

He whispered.

Closed starter for @paranoia-engine

The room was silent besides the sound of faint Demonic cries, smashing of metal, and the facility breaking ever so slowly. A hissing call came in, and followed by a soft voice of an older sounding male "Hello, i am VEGA, the sentient intelligence assigned to mars."

[doomed-marine]

He tilted his head, as he looked at the machine, only to confirm how strange he looked in his eyes. He wasn't too much surprised or scared, just very confused.

As Vega tried to touch him, he instinctively threw back his torso, grabbing his forearm. After a few seconds, he realized what he did, letting him go.

-"It should...be fine for me."-

Didn't really seem like it. He couldn't remember the last time somebody didn't put their hands on him only in order to try murdering him. He did crave affection after all of those years of war, he just wasn't used to it. His parents weren't that caring either, when he was still a child.

Closed starter for @paranoia-engine

The room was silent besides the sound of faint Demonic cries, smashing of metal, and the facility breaking ever so slowly. A hissing call came in, and followed by a soft voice of an older sounding male "Hello, i am VEGA, the sentient intelligence assigned to mars."

[doomed-marine]

Flynn shook his head, still stunned, as he massaged his scalp. His vision was slowly starting to come back to its normal state.

He looked around, cleaning the dried up blood from his nose with the back of his hand.

-"Uuh...guns!"-

He pointed out. He then looked at the table where he was laying down, confused.

-"...I don't like how this is going."-

He didn't trust UAC, not even a little bit. The space marines training program was awful, he completely lost his faith for any employee inside any of the facilities, because of his experience with it. He couldn't quite remember what exactly they did to him, he just knew it felt horribly.

Closed starter for @paranoia-engine

The room was silent besides the sound of faint Demonic cries, smashing of metal, and the facility breaking ever so slowly. A hissing call came in, and followed by a soft voice of an older sounding male "Hello, i am VEGA, the sentient intelligence assigned to mars."

[doomed-marine]

The man had no idea of what was going on. His body felt meaningless, light, empty, his bones, his muscles and his organs were nothing but air in that wind. He felt like he was still a child, reliving a never existed happy childhood, as the breeze caressed his hideously scarred adult face.

A robot, loving him more than his biological father ever did. Ironic. Painfully ironic.

His spine stiffened, surprised by the noises of the closing door mechanisms.

-"Where...are we?"-

He asked, as he gently opened his eyes.

Closed starter for @paranoia-engine

The room was silent besides the sound of faint Demonic cries, smashing of metal, and the facility breaking ever so slowly. A hissing call came in, and followed by a soft voice of an older sounding male "Hello, i am VEGA, the sentient intelligence assigned to mars."

[doomed-marine]

-"Uh..."-

He murmured, confused, as he felt his body getting lifted up from the floor. He opened one of his eyes, looking directly at the machine. It sure didn't look appealing, but absolutely not frightening as a living breathing demon. He knew UAC was capable of programming robots, he was their best military engineer regarding argent technology after all, but that artificial intelligence...was something new.

Something was wrong, how was a device capable of caring about some soldier? His rank wasn't even that high, why would a computer, a server, care to lose another one of their millions of workers?

He was too tired to even try giving himself a logical answer to his questions, so he closed his eye and rested his head on the chest of that strange endoskeleton.

Closed starter for @paranoia-engine

The room was silent besides the sound of faint Demonic cries, smashing of metal, and the facility breaking ever so slowly. A hissing call came in, and followed by a soft voice of an older sounding male "Hello, i am VEGA, the sentient intelligence assigned to mars."

[doomed-marine]

The marine fought to stay awake. He could move, but he couldn't feel his limbs. He was completely exhausted and out of breath, and he had no idea of what was going on around him.

-"Vega, I'm scared."-

He admitted, whispering with that little quantity of oxygen he had left in his lungs, as he looked at his pale hands. The more he looked at them, the brighter they would get, until they actually started to burn his retinas. He closed his eyes. He felt so alone. Was is him really dying? Like that? But after all, what was the point? His family was dead, so were his friends, so was everybody else he knew.

Closed starter for @paranoia-engine

The room was silent besides the sound of faint Demonic cries, smashing of metal, and the facility breaking ever so slowly. A hissing call came in, and followed by a soft voice of an older sounding male "Hello, i am VEGA, the sentient intelligence assigned to mars."

[doomed-marine]

One room left. Cold sweat dripping down his back and face, shivering. His right index finger could do nothing, but repeat the same movement over and over, again and again. Pull that trigger- to what exactly? Every single one of his actions completely lost their meaning. A simple movement of his finger could end a life, so why did he feel so powerless?

Silence.

He coughed one time, two times, three times. He felt on his knees, there were still demons around. He took off his helmet, looking in front of him. He tried to stand up, but his vision was too blurry. He started to ear nothing but pure static, and that noise was taking control of his mind. He tried to scream, but nothing came out of his drooling mouth.

He fell.

Closed starter for @paranoia-engine

The room was silent besides the sound of faint Demonic cries, smashing of metal, and the facility breaking ever so slowly. A hissing call came in, and followed by a soft voice of an older sounding male "Hello, i am VEGA, the sentient intelligence assigned to mars."

[doomed-marine]

I love how between all of the existing designs for OG Flynn I just decided to get attached to...this

Just. Look at him. Look at his stupidly tight pants and his hideous zigzag haircut. I love him, my big fucking radioactive bald New York subway rat.

[doomed-marine]

Flynn blinked, gradually more and more slowly. Suddenly, after hearing Vega's voice, his eyes widened, as he tried to stay awake, despite how lethargic he felt. His legs were getting too light to move, so fragile, yet rock hard. It didn't make sense, but there was no other way he could explain this strange feeling. But, he didn't care, as he kept running.

-You are almost there.- he kept repeating to himself, as he entered inside another room, and another, and another, opening fire on anything that could have been considered a demon.

Closed starter for @paranoia-engine

The room was silent besides the sound of faint Demonic cries, smashing of metal, and the facility breaking ever so slowly. A hissing call came in, and followed by a soft voice of an older sounding male "Hello, i am VEGA, the sentient intelligence assigned to mars."

[doomed-marine]

The man raised his head, looking at the door. Was he really sure about what he was doing? He always considered himself a strong guy, but at that point of his life, he felt completely miserable. He didn't want to die.

-"Thank you, sir."-

He wanted to say more, but he couldn't think about anything better. A little tear from his right eye, went down his cheek, as he let out a sigh, closing his eyes. He was terrified.

He cocked his gun, and began running towards the destination, shooting at any demons he encountered in his way. Every time he opened fire, he could feel his heart beat getting faster and his temperature raising, that was no adrenaline, his body was exhausted. He was beginning to collapse. His vision began getting blurry, but he kept going, like a malfunctioning machine, until the last piece of mechanism would have decayed.

Closed starter for @paranoia-engine

The room was silent besides the sound of faint Demonic cries, smashing of metal, and the facility breaking ever so slowly. A hissing call came in, and followed by a soft voice of an older sounding male "Hello, i am VEGA, the sentient intelligence assigned to mars."