Hostile Waters: Revival?
Note: Fiction based on the Rage game Hostile Waters (not I don't own Hostile waters RAGE dose, and I'm not trying to make a profit), set just hours after the game's finally. Reviews makes updates,
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3 hours 15 minutes after The End.
The fleet of military choppers descended into the post-apocalyptic waist land, Troopers jumped out and started scouring the rugged terrain for signs of life, as a Chinook started to descend.
"Walker, they are starting the search for any survivors." Church said over the intercom. "You know the chance of us finding anything is remote to say the least?"
Walker nodded. "We have to try, we promised the captain. We said we'd stay until the end."
"You know we did, the end was when we sent the reactors on overload. Nothing could have survived."
"We have to look!" Walker snapped.
They both clambered out of the Chinook as it touched down.
One of the Troopers came running over, holding a small metal cylinder, he handed it to Walker without a word and jogged back to the search.
"What is it?" Church asked.
"It's an adapted warhead from the Antaeus."
"Adapted? How?"
Walker showed her by unscrewing the top of the canister to reveal a small pile of silicon chips and a minidisk.
"The sole-catcher chips." Church exclaimed. "But why?"
Walker pulled out the disk and inserted it into a reader.
"Hope this makes it. Come to think of it I hope someone finds this. I thought you might like to meet the men and women who made all this possible, it's there soles recorded from just before the end. So they will remember everything. If you can try and integrate them into your society, I know they'd like to see the world they died for. As for me, well I didn't get a sole-catcher, so I guess this is my legacy, I'd like to thank all the people at Minitech, and of coerce Walker and Church who made all this possible. It's the way I wanted to go out. I can here them massing for another attack, one last attempt to stop us. Good by Walker, Church."
"I'm glad we came Walker." Church finally said.
And in the depths the two creation engines moved closer…
3 Months laterMike ran through the old nuclear sub, it had been adapted as a deep-sea research vessel, the old Fission reactor had never been replaced, so he was here babysitting a bunch of geologists because he was the only technician they could find. Apparently they had found something unusual on the sea floor and they had decided, in their infinite wisdom to bring it aboard.
When he entered the large bay he gaped at what he saw, two giant creation engines sat in the cargo bay, intertwined by some sort of biological material, as he watched the tentacles snaked across the floor toward the walls, and then he saw one of the scientist, impaled on a barbed proboscis he was being dragged toward the creation engines.
As one of the barbed things came at him Mike slammed the door and locked it, he turned and ran for the communications office, as he rounded the corner one of the panels was smashed open from the inside by more groping tentacles, what ever it was it was taking over the ship!
He pulled the door to the communications office open and grabbed the head set.
"S.O.S. This is the research ship Ulysses; we are under attack by unknown forces. Our position is…" He was cut off as a barb jammed through his back.
