Grey Citadel (Group Story)

[Draklyne]

It was grey, grey and dull, but mostly grey.

Sprawling leisurely over a matter of nearly a century, they city had grown jaded with itself, with its past, and with its colorful flavor. So it left it all behind, and became simply grey.

It was in this grey city that Hunter Mark-Simmons donned his uniform and enforcement accoutrements. It was in this grey city that Hunter Mark-Simmons would head out on patrol, looking for rabble and whoever else might cause trouble. It was in this grey city that Hunter Mark-Simmons would carry out, faithfully, any order given him.

So, when he spotted four unauthorized and armed citizens on his beat, he immediately contacted his superior officer for orders.

"Number 04391 reporting on the locations of four..."

It was also in this grey city that Hunter Mark-Simmons, Combine Soldier number 04391, gained his name.

 

[Chainer]

Oh I like the start very much. :thumbs: Couple of questions though.

Would you like us to keep our parts to a minimum? Also would you be opposed to the idea of one or two of us writing from a diffrent characters viewpoint?

 

[Top Secret]

Oh I like the start very much. Couple of questions though.

Would you like us to keep our parts to a minimum? Also would you be opposed to the idea of one or two of us writing from a diffrent characters viewpoint?

I say no rules. He started the fanfic as a third person story. Write whatever you want, how long you want.

 

[Chainer]

Top how are you going to approach the story?

 

[Top Secret]

Dude! Just write! This is a group fanfic, start writing. I don't know how I'm going to approach. Start writing.

*Edit*

Mods, please delete all of the posts that are not apart of the actual group fan-fic. Thanks.

 

[Top Secret]

"... civilians, waiting for orders."

"Roger that 04391, execute standard capture and retrieve procedure."

The Combine slipped a fresh clip into his SMG and cocked the gun in one smooth motion. He stood there on the corner under the shade of the tree. The Combine clicked on his short range radio

"Roger"

He started down the street, following the scurring civilians. They didn't seem to notice him and appeared to be checking out the wrecked cars down the street. He could see them, not more than 50 meters away. He remembered training, saying the regulations over and over again inside of his helmet.

"When dealing with alien combatants, observe before any action is taken."

He didn't notice anything strange, nothing un-expected or out of the ordinary, so he moved closer. He stood behind a silver reckage that read "Civic" on back. The civilians finished their sweep and started to head back. They were walking right for him. Two of them pulled out guns. One looked like a stolen Combine SMG and the other like a 9mm pistol of some sort. The Combine opened the trunk of the car and slipped in, leaving a 3cm gap in the trunk lid. He could hear the civilians talking as they got closer.

"I can't believe we actually found it in Dr. Mason's car."
"Yeah, this will really help out the resistance."
"Both of you, shut up, you never know who's listening."

The civilians were meters away from the front of the car, and started to walk up to it. The Combine could feel one of them leaning against the car, so he didn't let a breath escape him. He watched two of the civilians walk away from the rear of the car and walked down the road. The other two passed not three meters behind. He slipped his finger down the side of the gun until he felt the safety switch. He flipped off the safety and put the gun in single shot mode.

He lifted the trunk and sat up, raising his SMG. He aimed at the back of the first civilain with the SMG not more than 5 meters away and let a round loose right into his back. Before the others could even react he put a round into the man with the gun, catching the top of his head. The other two laid down as he moved forward. He fallowed procedure and elimated those who posed a threat, and captured those who did not. He checked the dead bodies and secured their weapons. He noticed a CD, a human data storage device, handing out of one of the civilains pockets.

He thought that might be of use and secured it in his pocket.

 

[Chainer]

Caymon took his position in an old apartment complex across the street from the pickup site. He gazed through the scope of his silenced M-16, the street below was desolate. Buildings lay in ruin, the burnt wreckages of vehicles lay scattered about the street.

“Well at least there is good cover if they need it.” He muttered scanning the street from left to right.

He shifted his gaze as he saw movement in the ally next to a half collapsed supermarket. His men were moving into position to search the area. According to Commander Rigg this was a ‘low profile’ mission so minimal firepower was needed.

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Sean glanced around the corner of the crumbling building. The street was clear, and their target was in site; Dr. Mason’s Civic set not but 15 meters away riddled with bullet holes. The passenger window was broken and Sean hoped there objective was not already gone.

He clicked the safety off as he crept around the corner. Glancing upward he spotted Caymon in an upper window.

“Ok people lets get this done with.”

He slowly moved forward motioning the others to follow. The sound of broken glass crunching under their feet echoed as they cautiously crossed the street toward the vehicle.

A noise to his left made Sean turn quickly toward the right; Pigeons flew from behind a turned van. Sean held his breath as they neared the vehicle.

“Set a perimeter.” Sean whispered.

He motioned the others to spread out. Using hand gestures he signaled Jay to approach the car.

Jay slowly moved forward and peered in through the broken window. A glint from the passenger floorboard caught his eye. As Jay leaned in to retrieve the CD from under the seat he drew in his breath. He was seconds away from getting away from this hell hole and going back to camp. His fingered brushed the case as he leaned in further. Cursing under his breath Jay grasped the case. Retracting from the car relief flooded over him.


“Objective acquired, move out.” Sean commanded.

Jay turned and walked back to the group. As they gathered and began to leave a noise rang out through the empty streets.

Sean’s chest exploded showering blood all over the left side of Jay's body. Before he could even gag Brian fell to the street. The remains of his skull splashed across the pavement. Jay knew this routine, these were Combine capture tactics. Eliminate the threat and capture any that remain. Jay fell to the ground face down,the CD clattering to the street.
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It was supposed to be another search and salvage mission. That was until the Combine showed up. After retrieving the objective Caymon watched as Jay paced back to regroup with the others, seconds later Sean and Brian lay dead on the ground. Caymon struggled to see where their assailant had come from.

Looking back to the car he saw the Combine soldier approach Jay and Carlos who were now laying facedown on the ground. Caymon know the Combine soldier wouldn’t harm them, the threat had already been eliminated. Now he was looking for captives. Caymon waited for a clean shot. The soldier walked toward Jay and Carlos picking up the weapons now laying on the ground. Caymon disdainfully watched as the soldier picked up the CD case. A buzzing noise drew Caymon’s attention to the sky.

A Scanner hovered past the window Caymon was peering through.

“Shit.” Caymon said as he let loose six rounds.

The first two shots missed but the last four hit home. The Scanner exploded in a shower of flame. Caymon ducked into the window as shrapnel riddled holes in the walls. Caymon got to his feet rushing back to the window. As he approached the sill shots rang out from below. Caymon hit the ground again as bullets flew through the open window.

“Damn!” He yelled as he pulled a radio from his belt. There was slight static as he pressed the talk button.

“This is Lambda 2, repeat this is Lambda 2. I am under Combine fire, Scanners have been spotted and more Combine are incoming. Project junkyard is a failure. Retreating to safe position.” The radio hissed out as more bullets penetrated the wall.

Caymon thought back to his captive friends, cursing as he sprinted back down the hall.

 

[Navy Man]

“Command this is 04391, I have acquired a disk that seems to be of importance to the resistance, over.”

This time there was no response. He tried to fiddle with frequency knobs but without success. He turned around for a surveillance check. He saw a building of which he thought would be high enough for a transmission. With caution he approached the front door of the once nice building. The door opened quietly and he advanced to the stairs.

“Hold it right there.” The soldier ordered as he came face to face with man holding a deathly dark rifle making his way down towards him.

The man lowered his weapon with hesitant movements as the soldier explained he was now a prisoner of the mighty Combine. The soldier made the assumption that the prisoner would know about the importance of the disk and ordered him to follow.

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“Keep close and don’t talk.” he said bluntly to the prisoner.

They had arrived to the over shadowing reminder of the mighty Combine.

 

[Chainer]

Couple of questions Navy Man, the prisoner you are reffering to is that my character Caymon? And if so I don't think he would have been stupid enough to just run out the front door after the Combine was firing on him. Do you see what I'm saying?