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Jack Robinson
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St. Thomas's Landing, Antarctica, May 20th, 2190.
The sleek grey vessel pierced through the grey fog as it slid through the icy waters. Up ahead, past the clumps of melting ice, was solid land. The cold bitterness of Antarctica awaited them. Captain Nero, leader of the expedition stood at the bow, his emotionless eyes scanning the wasteland ahead of them. They had been traveling for three weeks aboard the finest vessel the German Confederation had to offer. Two hundred souls, all under his command, were about to embark on the most grueling journey any man could make: a trek across Antarctica hunting the Lord of Calamities himself, Tubal-Cain.
"We've arrived," came a voice from behind the captain. The stark clarity of the words and practicality of the statement helped Nero know immediately who it was.
Agent Hobbes.
"Yeah, we made it."
"You remember our true purpose for being here, correct?"
Nero was silent for a moment. "Yes. I do."
"Excellent. Ensure that you remember it, and we will have no trouble." With that, Hobbes went back into the warmth of the lower deck. Nero returned his gaze to the approaching land mass.
What horrors awaited them in that frozen hell? How many would return alive? They had until August to find Tubal-Cain...would they be able to do it?
He sighed and pulled out his radio. "Prepare to disembark," he said to the captain of the vessel, "Make all preparations, have the lookouts scan the perimeter. And inform Alpha Base that we've landed."
@Chris_Reaper @Makomin @RiddL @HellHoundWoof
The sleek grey vessel pierced through the grey fog as it slid through the icy waters. Up ahead, past the clumps of melting ice, was solid land. The cold bitterness of Antarctica awaited them. Captain Nero, leader of the expedition stood at the bow, his emotionless eyes scanning the wasteland ahead of them. They had been traveling for three weeks aboard the finest vessel the German Confederation had to offer. Two hundred souls, all under his command, were about to embark on the most grueling journey any man could make: a trek across Antarctica hunting the Lord of Calamities himself, Tubal-Cain.
"We've arrived," came a voice from behind the captain. The stark clarity of the words and practicality of the statement helped Nero know immediately who it was.
Agent Hobbes.
"Yeah, we made it."
"You remember our true purpose for being here, correct?"
Nero was silent for a moment. "Yes. I do."
"Excellent. Ensure that you remember it, and we will have no trouble." With that, Hobbes went back into the warmth of the lower deck. Nero returned his gaze to the approaching land mass.
What horrors awaited them in that frozen hell? How many would return alive? They had until August to find Tubal-Cain...would they be able to do it?
He sighed and pulled out his radio. "Prepare to disembark," he said to the captain of the vessel, "Make all preparations, have the lookouts scan the perimeter. And inform Alpha Base that we've landed."
@Chris_Reaper @Makomin @RiddL @HellHoundWoof