Something Wicked ((cont. from Current News))

The Tryscarians who had arrived in Imperium, fifteen in all, were informed that the situation was desperate, but had no idea what they would run into in this place.

Although their equipment wasn't as advanced as the Imperium's military equipment, Securion had high-tech weapons and armor on top of their elite security and paramilitary training. Each of them was wearing sleek, heavy-duty military gear that would be formidable in any situation, equipped with a variety of armaments from automatic handguns to assault rifles to rail-guns. Even the support team had good equipment - technology designed to monitor or assist their "soldiers" in whatever ways necessary to ensure their safety and the success of the operation.

The commander of the team, a strong-looking, middle-aged man stepped forward, popping up the visor on his helmet.

"No, we weren't given a full briefing. Only told that this was an intense situation. What's the story?"

The Battle Unit would laugh a bit, sounding slightly mechanical, suggesting parts of his throat or vocal cords were machine. "Theres a damn good reason they called this place Hell Hold. It was a research facility for genetic, magik, and technological augmentation. Many times on the same subjects. Making monsters and deformed freaks of nature. They recently broke out of their cells and killed every single person in the base, and from what we've heard ate them and skinned them for clothes. All the while the people were still alive of course, they began eating them alive, and only killed them after the skinning. The video message was....gruesome to say the least." He would shake his head "My name is Unit 117, id like to know who im here to die with, whats your name?"

The commander shrugged and smirked at Battle Unit 117.

"Sounds like this will be fun. The name's Commander Smith. I'm in charge of my men for this mission. Matthian, get up here and introduce yourself."

A young, fit, determined-looking man stepped forward after flipping the visor on his helmet down and clicking the safety on his rifle.

"I'm Lieutenant Matthian. Second in command. So - these 'deformed freaks of nature' - what exactly are we going up against?"

He would nod smiling at the determination in the young man's face. "Good to meet you. Well, magical phenomena more than likely will take a role in the mission, quite a bit of magic 'source stones' are here in this cavern system. On top of that incredibly high tech weaponry and armor more than likely part of the creatures here. Also the super speed strength and senses these monsters will more than likely posses. Then there is the insanity factor. They have no self preservation left except to eat and drink. They will keep coming after you if they can move at all."

"Well then..." Commander Smith lit up a cigarette while Lt. Mathian stood at ease beside him. He cleared his throat and took a few puffs off the cigarette. "What are we waiting for?"

The Battle unit smiled and nodded in the direction of the entrance to the research lab, the island was disturbingly different once the beach ended. rocky and dark and foreboding no signs of life. The Battle units would advance with thier new comrades toward what would inevitably be the grave of some of them.

The Tryscarians followed along. Because of their training, most of them were fearless at this point and had no goal in mind other than the task at hand.

"What's our plan?" Lt. Matthian asked.

Commander Smith chuckled. "You know the plan. Shoot anything that moves. Let's go."

one of the battle units over heard them and nodded "Only things that move, any data that has survived is to be preserved and collected for future use and testing."


As soon as they entered they would see blood smeared over everything as bits of skin and organs hung from walls and destroyed lights. Bones were thrown everywhere in the hallway and a destroyed lab could be seen.

The Tryscarians immediately fell into formation. In front were a line of three standard infantry soldiers and immediately behind them were five "Rets" or heavy infantry units. Two more soldiers flanked them at each side. Behind the group, Commander Smith and Lt. Matthian gave orders as necessary, holding up the back of the group with two more soldiers and a stealth unit.

"Looks like somebody had a bad day..."

They would see a small console with a flashing red light showing that 90% containment failure had occurred the section they were in was the last ten percent. Holding 1000 failed experiments. The Imperium battle units would be standing completely casual not in any sort of formation.

Lt. Mathian read off the data on the console. "90% containment failure, and 1000 failed experiments contained. We've got quite a few hostiles loose. Is this data current? If so, this sector's still clear."

Smith cleared his throat as he poked the barrel of his rifle at a morbid clump of flesh stuck to the wall. It fell to the ground with a sickening, squishing sound. "Yeah, Mathian. Looks really damn 'clear' here."

One battle unit walked up and nodded "Yes this is a live data stream, its constantly being updated this area is clear."

Just as the clump fell a static was heard over the intercom with a sickening, joker like laugh. "WELCOME TO HELL HOLD FRIENDS! HAAAAHAHAHA! WANNA HAVE SOME FUN!" the other ten percent would go red and an alarm would sound briefly and it would say on the console "100% containment failure 100,00 experiments now loose. 20 successful. 1 near completion."

The Tryscarians immediately went back onto alert, maintaining their formation and watching for any movement. Commander Smith stood towards the side, near the Battle Units. He finally took a last puff off of his cigarette and put it out.

"So, where the hell are these things at?"

The battle units would engage their night vision and 2 would lift guns and three would transform their arms into guns and aim into the darkness "Close, very close, coming in from ahead of us. Get ready. We count 50 failed experiment, four legs two robotic, massive jaws with incredibly bite force. Fast."

The Tryscarians turned their attention towards the location where the Battle Units were aiming. They remained in a phalanx-type formation with protection at each side. The row of standard infantry units crouched close to the ground, giving the heavy infantry units a vantage point to fire and stay covered on all sides as the Commander and Lieutenant were protected to give orders as necessary.

"How far away?"

As soon as they asked how far away they would charge into view, their mouths slavering, jaws opening and closing almost anticipating the taste of flesh. The beats were covered in blood and were roaring sickening roars.

The Battle units didnt waste a second and they began unloading into the creatures, lazer rounds and high powered caster rounds were going into them taking a few down keeping them comfortable not close.

The Tryscarians maintained their formation and opened fire. The standard infantry soldiers held their cover fire while the heavy infantry unloaded a few rounds into the crowd of creatures. Along with the Battle Units, they were unleashing a fair amount of firepower into the beasts. Smith grunted. "Ugly bastards, aren't they?"

The battle units kept firing as one made it very close to the Tryscarians and jumped at them trying to break their formation. It roared something that almost sounded human and it sounded more in pain then angry.

"Incoming!"

Instinctively and without hesitation, one of the infantry soldiers lunged forward and impaled the leaping monster on the bayonet of his rifle. One of the heavy infantry soldiers finished it off with a few point-blank shots to its face. The formation was barely staggered for just a moment as the man struggled to get the large beast off of the blade, but the Tryscarians still kept firing and held their position.

The creatures saw the even small staggering of the line and the one man trying to get the creature off as oppurtunity. The creatures ran faster and with more fervor than before, there were but 25 creatures in this pack still alive. The Battle units joined formation with the Tryscarians trying to help keep the creatures off. One would get close but when a battle unit punched its head they would hear a sickening crunch and the sound of a blade rend flesh as a small dagger deployed from the unit's fist.

The Tryscarians quickly moved back into formation to defend themselves from the beast. Smith snickered and shouted out above the gunfire. "Almost through with these! Everybody havin' fun yet?!"

The other soldiers seemed more focused on the task at hand, expertly coordinating their attacks together to eliminate the threat as quickly and efficiently as possible. They continued mowing through the creatures, glad to have the Battle Units at their side.

As the last of the hound like creatures fell the last would croak out in almost english to the Battle units "Hate.....you...." it would look at the Tryscarian security officers and cough up blood managing to snarl "Your.....fault" before dying. The tryscarians may notice a metal thing protruding from some of the massive muscle and flesh near the neck area. It was one of the neck rings they put around slaves.

A few of the Tryscarian mercenaries seemed to recognize the tracking collar. Smith either didn't notice it or didn't care as he stepped forward and kicked the creature in its face, sending blood splattering over the floor. He was ready to move on and didn't want to waste any time trying to draw conclusions about the origin of the creatures, although some of the soldiers seemed a bit less eager now although they continued anyway.

"Humans, one. Fucking ugly mutants, zero. Let's keep moving."

The battle units didnt seem to are much for the dead creatures, completely ignoring them as they walked over to the control panel with a bullet hole in it. The lead unit sighed "Damnit...wel this will make our job that much harder." the one thing they could see were more red blips moving away from their position as if frightened.

"Well, come on then. I'm aching to break my new ass-kicking boots in. Can we get a move on?" Smith looked back at his men, then checked over his gun with the confidence of a seasoned specialist. He looked up to see if the battle units were ready to move on.