Okay now I'd like to say that currently I'm in school now so the chapters might come in slower now. Sorry everyone. I'd just like to take the time to reply to some reviews.
"Sorry" (and everyone who keep telling me that the Longpaws are furries): I have this pet peeve of "Furries". I immediatly think of people who dress up in the suits, the yiff/M stuff (whatever it's called I don't want to know. It creeps me out.). That's not even close to the image I have of the Longpaws. So that's why I call them anthros and catfolk.
"Sorry" (and everyone who reviewed the Mary-sues): They're now without powers. That's right; no more fireballs or lightning from the hands or ungodly feats. The exception being if the plot needs it to make ends meet.
Although if you think MY character's are Mary sue's, what about the characters from games like Final Fantasy? Are THEY Mary sues and Gary sues?
To "HHHHHH": The cat-claws and ears would be a twist to have the characters thinking that somebody's watching them. Like they've got a guardian angel or something.
It's also just to provide a bit of humor to it. If you don't want that stuff, then give me ideas on what TO put in MOON and Shangri-La.
I'm also working on a story for English, and InFamous X Longpaw story. (Don't worry, the Longpaws are human and they have powers about as strong as Coles) so that story's been taking up some time too.
"… Good good, now I need zhou to do a few more things." Richtofen says to Luna, Mason and Tank as my group reaches the Doctor. "I need to vork on zis teleporter, ze time circles are damaged. In ze meantime I need a long stiff golden rod vith fingers on ze end."
"I think I remember vun up by ze ship controls." Samantha speaks up.
"Good zhou take Luna, Dempshey, ze Russian und… Mason. Ja. Find ze rod vile I fix ze teleporter." The German says, grabbing a wrench and slides underneath the teleporter. Samantha nods and leads her group back down to the ship's deck.
* Luna's POV *
"Frag out!" I cry as I chuck a grenade at the zombies. "Second one, going in!" A second green ball gets thrown by the first as we fight our way across the ship. Nikolai chucks a flaming Molotov while he shoots with his AK gun.
"For Mother RUSSIA!" He cries out as he clashes his hammer and sickle together, before sweeping his arms around to strike at two zombies. I have to give the Russian credit; he manages to crush one skull and slice the neck of another with that one motion. Mason shoots with his MACV-50G (or the M-SOG as he shortens it out to be), the purple gunfire scoring holes into the cadavers. Samantha's HangOver devastates other zombies when she aims at them. Tank shoots with his Lamentation, taunting the zombies with every kill.
"Now serving number one-fifteen." He cries as a row of heads suddenly vanish from the shoulders. My Predator spews out bullets into the undead assaulting us from the shoreline.
"Grenade!" Nikolai suddenly cries out, tossing a green egg. He stumbles backward as his explosion creates a few crawlers.
"Who are you, foocking Rasputin? Shtay dead dis time!" He bellows out. I slice my ballistic knives into the crawlers, ripping the heads off in one motion. Samantha motions for everyone else to follow her up some more stairs.
"Hostile down!" Alex cries out, re-cocking the Scavanger. I grab his arm and rush him up the stairway. Both of us notice a music playing cymbal monkey soaring over our heads. Mason raises an eyebrow at the toy and leaves a charge of C4 a little farther up, ready to detonate when the music stops.
"Goodbye zombies." Sam says in her demon-voice. Mr Monkey explodes as soon as he stops playing, taking a few zombies with him. Half-a-second later, Mason detonates the C4. My head turns to Samantha and I notice the girl turn the ships wheel a few times before pulling at two levers next to it.
"Back to ze lighthouse." The girl speaks as a foghorn sounds out. Maxis clutches a strange golden rod in one hand while she primes another Gersch Device. As soon as the portal stabilizes, all of us jump through.
"Here zhou go Uncle Edvard." Samantha says in her six-year-old voice, grinning when fear flashes in Richtofen's eyes.
"Thank you. Now I need vun more piece." Richtofen says as he pockets the golden rod. Then he notices all of us looking at him with curious looks.
"Ah ah I mean… Now ve must figure out how to stop ze zombies. I do not like leaving mein lab a mess. Zis iz no exception. Ja, vun more puzzle to solve before ve go." He stammers.
"Maybe it's that director." Carly suggests. "I've noticed how the zombies seem to get stronger whenever they get near him. He could be what's summoning them… or… you get what I mean." Richtofen looks at her like she's crazy but then nods at the logic.
"Zat does seem like ze right idea. Ja. Everyone Pack-a-Punch zhour guns. Ve have a film to wrap up. Or vhatever ze actors say."
"Maybe we should do lunch sometime." I kid you not; all us girls and Richtofen screamed like they were in a horror-flick.
"Now let's go get that bastard." Nikolai says as he takes another swig of vodka. It's a pretty good plan: Mason and the Scavanger up at the lighthouse with Patrick guarding him, both shooting at George from a distance. I pepper him with bolts alongside Nikolai's sniper from the ship's cabin. Tank, Takeo and Carly fire from the ship's side while Richtofen, Sam and Silver shoot from the ice caves. Mason and Edward gave me the detonators for the C4 and firebombs, the explosives placed around two boxes of explosive material. The detonation is the signal to either fall back if it gets bad, OR as a last resort to destroying George.
"Where's my camera crew?" George bellows as he walks down the shoreline. That's when Tank's Skullcrusher makes the first shot.
"GRAAAAHHHH!"
"NOW!" I yell at the top of my lungs as I launch the first bolt. Tank, Takeo and Carly launch bullets from the starboard side while Richtofen, Sam and Silver leap our from snow pits, guns a blazing. The air is filled with the sound of gunfire and of George's screams of rage. Everyone hammers him with everything we have. Explosions and green flashes come from the lighthouse as Mason and Patrick do their duty. My crossbow rhythm pauses as I chuck all my grenades at George. He roars again, but can't seem to decide which way to go: If he goes over to the ship, he'll get pelted by Scavanger shots and Hangover bullets. If he goes over to the ice caves, he'll get thunk'd by grenades from Tank and bolts from me. He's stuck between a rock and a hard place. Once I'm down to my last few bolts I immediately switch to my Predator. By this time, George's lightest is blinking orange and red.
"Time to adjust the lighting." I say as I thumb down the detonator. A quick series of beeps sound before the explosives detonate. C4 explodes, the firebombs blow up, the crates burst out in fireballs; all bursting around George. The director gives one final roar before falling to the ground, dead like the rest of them. We all gather around the large body, wondering what to do now.
"Ve vill ave to figure out vhere to go." Richtofen breaks the silence. All of us turn our gaze towards the Voyager.
"Let's go."
"… swear this is like the Rusalka all over again… … Reznov, you're not real…" Mason mumbles as we head deeper into the ship's hull. Tank helps me pry open another door, revealing yet another empty room.
"Maxis should ave left somezing here. But vhich room?" Richtofen grumbles while keeping his grip on The Afterburner. Mason and Samantha work on opening another empty room across from us. It's frustrating and slow, but at least we don't have any zombies to worry about. I'm thankful for that. After a few more failures and some curses we finally discover a locked room labeled 'office'. A single shot grants us entry to the room. A computer sits on a desk; papers and diagrams scattered on its surface. Several other desks are among the corners of the room, some having blueprints to gadgets and others having partially-completed devices, one of them looking like two odd pistols. Mason looks at the files in the cabinets, Sam and Richtofen work on the diagrams (them able to read German with the documents written in German) while Tank and I look through the desks. One of my searches finds me an audio cassette with tapes in it. Tank also finds another set of audio tapes. Both of us shrug, wondering what could happen with a bunch of dialogue, and press play. Richtofen's voice sounds out:
((NOTE: THIS IS JUST THE CALL OF THE DEAD RADIO QUOTES. THE STORY WILL CONTINUE AFTER THE MESSAGES. FEEL FREE TO READ THEM IF YOU WISH.))
"Log entry 1471
Date: September 2nd 1945
Dear diary.
Another day, another fail (static). This time subject N3WB just slightly improved. The Russian subject still smells like urine. even afterhe was given a bath and deloused TWICE. I think I might have killed the specimen from Mexico. His spleen is on the floor and he's not moving anymore. I can verify with certainty that the barrier is not located in the spleen. Dr. Ma (static) must continue no matter the cost. I wonder what he might thinkof the experiments on the little girl. ahahaAHAHAHA. (Monkey screech is heard.) NEIN! Drop that! That's my Spleen! MINE!"
(NEXT MESSAGE)
"Log Entry 1472
Date: September 10th 1945.
Deeeear Diary.
Today wasa good day. The swelling has subsided, the ice helps. They made leberwurst for lunch. It was (static) I still have not had any luck reprogramming any of the live specimens. Dr. Ma (static) says the key to unlocking the human mind will be more easily discovered of someone who isn't dead yet. I am not convinced. The army is stored until I can fix this, this trust barrier. Oh. Apparently someone in securityfound a spy today, they are delivering him from (static), to replace the one that I broke (chuckle)."
(NEXT MESSAGE)
"Log Entry 1473
Date: September 17th 1945.
Deeear Diary.
Today-"
*Richtofen is interrupted by an angry sounding voice*
"Get your hands off me you damn dirty Nazi.." Tanks' voice sounds out
Richtofen: "(Quietly) Uh-oh! Zis doesn't look good..."
Tank:"Yeah, that's right, You want some of this? I'm taking you home in bags, freak!"
*The sounds of scuffling are heard, a few groans of pain from Tank and possibly Richtofen, but the static makes it herd to confirm Richtofen.*
"Nein! I don't think so, American!"
*Something hits Tank twice, based on the noise of pain he makes*
"Okay, now I'm mad!"
"I suppose this must be the replacement then. (Fiendishly) Time to get to work!"
"I can still hear you!"
"HIT HIM AGAIN WITH THE STICK!"
(NEXT MESSAGE)
"Log 1474.
Date: September 20, 1945.
Deeear Diary.
It would seem that the OSS realized that we have captured one of their spies. They tried to send a rescue team to Verrückt that was aw (static). The first batch of test subjects. I suspect that there are others more in the Organization. Dr. Harvey Yena and Dr. Peter McCain to be precise. Dr Ma (static) doesn't any Americans in Group 935, no matter how much genius they have. Stupid Americans with their apple pies and baseball and children, but I digress. (static) The new American test subject is interesting and muscley. His intellect seems low, but his will is strong. Like the others, he doesn't seem to know who he is anymore. Unlike the others he keeps breaking the restraints and yelling at me. (static) Test subject N3WB is still staring at the floor, muttering what sounds like some kind of proverb over and over again. I think his mind may have been destroyed by the process. Oh well. The Russian subject has recently begun responding to stimuli, but only after injecting him with a new serum made primarily from vodka. Perhaps this is a breakthrough in the-(static)."
(NEXT MESSAGE)
"Log entry 1475
Date: October 1st, 1945
Deeeeeaar diary,
As for the control group tests. they have been put on hold. Recently I discovered that Doc (static) has not been mass producing the DG-2 as he swore he would. If he won't move those plans forward, then I won't continue following his dream of an undead army! He doesn't deserve his perch ofpower! He doesn't know what to do with it, but I know just what to do with him... and I'll take care of that little brat when I get the chance too..."
((END RADIO MESSAGES))
At the end of the radio messages everyone just blinks for a few seconds, trying to absorb the information. Three people, however, absorbed it faster than others. Tank suddenly has Richtofen against a wall with a knife to the Doctor's throat.
"I can't BELIEVE you Edward! You whipped my memory and then you had the three of us try to protect you in the swamp!" Tank punches him in the face. "Give me one damn reason why I shouldn't plunge this knife into your skinny little neck right now?" As Richtofen's eyes dart around, possibly trying to think of something, Tank slams his head into the metal wall again. "ANSWER ME DAMNIT!"
"Maxis…" Richtofen gasps as he takes in a few breaths. "You need me… to stop him."
"We got Samantha. As far as I'm concerned she's better than you." Tank growls. I'm currently holding onto the girl, who has her knife in hand and is trying to squirm out of my grip in order to get to Richtofen.
"What about the others? Williams? Miller? I remember now! They were with me in Verruckt! What about Peter?" Tank shouts to Edward. Richtofen looks down before meeting Tanks angry eyes.
"Ze are dead. Ze zombies got zem. Ve could only save you Tank. Es tut mir leid (I'm sorry)"
"Sergeant Dempsey." We all turn to Mason, who's been watching us all. "I know what it's like to lose a comrade. I know what it's like to want revenge. But sometimes you need to put the mission and allies above revenge. Dragovich, Kravchenko, Steiner. When I was with SOG I went AWOL in order to get rid of those three men. Turns out, I almost compromised an operation by killing Steiner when he was needed the most. Don't kill him."
"You wouldn't know what I'm dealing with. My Memories Are ERASED! I CAN'T REMEMBER ANYTHING BEFORE THIS WHOLE ZOMBIE SCREWUP! I don't remember if I have a family, or friends, or even a wife and kids. Do YOU know what it's like?" Tank growls at Alex, but lessens his grip on the Doctor's throat.
"No, but at least all the memories you have are real. I was completely brainwashed and I can't remember much from one mission to another. I was so messed up that I thought my comrade was still with me for five whole years. It was only during an interrogation that my brainwashing was broken and my comrade was never with me. I still see those god damn red numbers from time to time, as well as see and hear Reznov." Tank looks to Alex, then to Richtofen. He lets out a frustrated sigh and releases the German.
Now that that's done and over with, I move to the computer screen and get rid of the 935 logo. Only a single sound file is up on the computer.
"To those of you who have survived ze outbreak." Maxis's voice sounds out. "I congradulate you und any companions you have in stopping zis. I vill tell zhou zat I'm not done yet. My grand scheme is still in motion despite ze minor setbacks zhou ave caused mein. Annihilation: _12_15_3_1_20_9_15_14_ _19_8_1_14_7_18_9_ _12_1_, _3_21_2_1_. _14_5_23_ _5_24_16_5_18_9_13_5_14_20_19_, _15_14_5_ _15_14_5_ _6_9_22_5_ _13_5_20_5_15_18_9_20_5_ _8_9_4_4_5_14_ _9_14_ _20_5_13_16_12_5_."
Samantha gasps and clutches her head, Mason doing the same as both of them repeat the numbers once.
"What's going on?" I ask Richtofen.
"A back up plan, in case Maxis would betray me. Ze girl has the ability to translate ze numbers. I used a Soviet encryption known as a 'one-time pad'. I do not know why Mason is acting like that as well." Richtofen says.
"I was brainwashed by Soviets, to be an agent to translate the number sequence for Dragovich." Mason admits, still struggling with a few memories. "Reznov, you're not real. You died Reznov. Stay out of my head." Then Mason lets go of his head and sighs. "Damn Vorkuta" We all hear a steady beeping sound, a timer in the computer screen reading: "3:00… 2:59… 2:58…"
"It's gonna blow. Move! Move! Move!" Mason yells as soon as he spots the timer. Nobody needs to be told again as we all race out the door. Red alarms blare as we ascend flights of stairs and burst out to the deck.
Yes the numbers actually do mean something. I put in the "_" because FF doesn't like double spaces.
Any ideas are welcome. And "Sorry" your review wasn't a flamer, I've had one with more swears in it than words. You just said what about a third of the reviews said... and you said that it wasn't ment to be a flamer.