Terry McGinnis
Just when things couldn't get worse, something began to rust everything away. Terry himself nearly falling into the abyss had it not been for Jack pulling him back into the cell.
But even that didn't stop themselves from being affected, as their cell fell from the wall, causing them to be banged about and thankfully not be killed by the impacts. Finally landing in a way that also didn't turn Jack and Terry into a bloody paste, Terry would groan as he crawled out from the wreckage of their cell. He would've quipped had he not glanced up and seen the carnage, a detail that made his hope fly once more. The prison had basically fallen apart, certain sections falling down and into their current area.
One area from a piece of debris that had caused Terry to regain hope. "Storage." Sprawled in typical military fashion, which meant that Terry's Batsuit had to be somewhere underneath the rubble, which meant he could get the mini Buzzsaw off the utility belt and get both of them out of these cuffs.
"Yo, Jack!" He called out before heading to the rubble that looked to be a decent place to start. "Help me dig up some rubble. Wherever they stored my suit could be somewhere around here. I can get us outta these cuffs and possibly out of here." Unless Jack weighed more than estimated, then Terry should be able to literally fly them out of here. Provided the Batsuit's fuel for the thrusters wasn't completely empty.
So Terry began to dig for his suit, tossing aside rusted metal and other such debris for any sign of his suit.
@Wade Von Doom
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Sierra-117
Cortana's response didn't come as the second she began to speak to him, the elevator was jostled as cables snapped and he along with the elevator was sent back down, at speeds that'd have liquidated any regular human. But thankfully for John, he was not only a Spartan-II, but one wearing Mjolnir armor.
His shields popped at the force of the impact, but overall he was fine.
Next came the issue of getting out of the elevator, which basically meant that John had to pry open the contorted metal doors of said elevator. Reaching his fingers into the gap, the Spartan began to pull apart the doors, practically bending their already contorted frames so he could step out of the broken piece of metal.
His surroundings were not that of a regular prison, but a rusted scrap heap that was falling apart if the creaking and groaning of the ruins above them were any indication. Hell, they might continue to fall apart if he didn't find a way out of here.
"Guess Johnson was right in a way." Cortana said to him, a comment on one made by the formerly alive man.
John didn't say anything as he scoped the area for a way out.
Jack didn't respond. Instead, he came staggering out of the cell with a large piece of metal impaled through his chest, right where his heart was. As he tried walking to Terry, Jack grabbed the metal with both hands, and while shouting out in pain, managed to slowly pull it out. With blood now started draining out his body, he keeled over to the ground on his back; dead the moment he hit it. There was no way of saving him, and Terry would now find himself alone in this massive, collapsing complex.... For like 12 seconds.
With a giant gasp of breath, Jack's wound began to disappear; his body regenerating the flesh and broken bit of organ. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!" He moaned out, clutching his chest as it fixed itself. "Ahhhhh, that's the worst." He stated, turning over onto his side. "Always feels like I need a giant tube of Pepto Bismol." With that comparison to heart burn, Jack managed to stand back up onto his feet, his shirt still covered in blood, yet the wound was completely gone. He looked to Terry with a concerned look, as he was surely confused on what just happened, and how he was still alive. "I can explain." He quickly said.
When Chief opened the elevator doors, he would find himself not too far from where Terry and Jack were. He was only a couple feet above them, with the elevator doorway collapsed between floors. It would be a simple drop down to them, with Jack already noticing Chief as he was facing his way. "Yo!" Jack shouted out his way. "Down here!" He waved at him to get Chief's attention. He doubt that was supersoldier guard, since his suit seemed too advanced for them to have.
lower floors weren't safe either. As Vaars destroyed the turrets, the walls around her began to collapse from the rust, spreading like a fast growing virus. The ceiling started crumbling on top of her and her scientist, who seemed out like a light; either dead or passed out from the pain.
The Queen-Baron
Vaarsiks chittered in agitation, turning to regard the corruption spreading through the hallway. Even through her mask, she could smell the rust in the air, feel the Song of Darkness deep within her, echoing inside her machine body. She had only felt it once before, during the abandonment of their God.
She had been unaware that the Whirlwind had followed her here, but she understood what needed to be done.
The Architects tried to trap her, but Vaarsiks simply shrugged the ruined ceiling off with her brute strength. Her top priority was getting her weapons back, and then turn whatever that had brought this into atomized dust - And only afterward would she escape. Her people would know some revenge, even if they weren't there to witness it.
SIVA called out to her, desperate to be reconnected to the greater swarm. She knew where she would go.
Down.
When she broke through the wall, she was at the edge of the newly made crater. The complex was three miles deep, and all the debris reached to the seven floor where the bottom was. She would be on the fourth, and her gun was right under all that rusted metal scrap. A straight shot down, right where Jack, Terry and Chief were. The scientist on his shoulder was still alive, though his legs were completely shot up, and his breathing was quite slowed. He needed medical attention before he completely died out, otherwise when he woke up again, the shock might just stop his heart for good.
Brigid Mahoney
Just when it feels like they had made it, that the sonic screwdriver would open a way up into the balcony into the next phase of their mission; the world suddenly falls under her feet. Her boots lose grip with the sudden shift of the floor, and Brigid falls forward before she tumbles down the incline and over the edge into the chasm.
Her fall to the bottom of this place is a flurry of screams from herself and others. Attempts to grab hold of something that result in her arms on fire with pain. Rust covering her entirely. Disorienting noise, until she hits her head and blacks out.
Its nothing short of a miracle that Brigid reaches the bottom of the chasm in one piece. That piece is rust-covered, immobile, and bleeding from a wound on her right side. She lies on top of several dead bodies of troops who had not fared as well.
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Dusk
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For a moment things seemed to be going to plan after the small bump that was the execution of Luer, that was, until rust began to consume the entirety of the complex. The brown-ish red infection came from absolutely nowhere, spreading like a wildfire and covering everything in its decaying glory. The soldiers didn't seem to expect the sudden interruption either, as they each fell into holes leading down and below the floor. Large tunnels burrowed down further into the facility, created from the disgusting decay. The room then gained a slight slant, making everything slide to the side at a 40 degree angle. Large transport trucks housed in the hangar slid down and to the wall, along with several supply crates. A few soldiers were crushed in the process, while the others found their doom within the tunnels.
The first of the group to be subjected to these holes was Brigid, tripping and falling down into the deep darkness. She let out a scream for help, only to have it be swallowed by countless others calling out. All Dusk could do was watch it happen a little ways across the room. He gritted his teeth in frustration, first it was Luer, then Brigid, and soon to be more if this kept happening. It felt like Dusk was punching a wall and only yielding bloody knuckles from it. He had changed form, sure, but that hadn't done anything to help him. His thoughts were immediately interrupted by one of the trucks he was standing near was beginning to be swallowed itself. The hole spread open too fast for Dusk to escape, and so it took him with it.
Down he went, spiraling and hitting the edges of the hole along the way. The speed at which he spun was too fast for him to truly grab onto something, but he eventually was able to situation himself. Finally he reached the bottom, smashing his left shoulder into the concrete floor. There was a loud crack as he impacted it, and his arm felt numb. His body ached, and he could feel bruises already beginning to form on his body. He looked around to see he was in what used to be a warehouse with different types of non-perishable food and ammunition, none of which would really help him in this situation. Then there was the smell, human flesh and blood. Bodies from the upper floors were funneling below, along with small pools of blood. It was there at that moment Dusk realised his mouth had more saliva that it had before, and his stomach felt… emptier. Dusk then sat up, looking to his left to see the truck that had fallen with him had crushed an unsuspecting soldier on the lower floor, his brain matter was sprayed across the floor. Dusk's left arm twitched slightly at seeing it. He tried to ignore the sudden feeling as best as he could, getting up and looking around the room. A little further away he could see Brigid lying atop a pile of bodies, and Dusk's stomach started to feel even emptier. He slowly approached her unconscious body, his breathing was heavy. When he finally stood over her, the saliva in his mouth was now reaching a climax as he reached his right arm out towards her. He then stopped, fear gripped it in place as he took a few steps back and sat on the ground and finally laid on his back staring at the ceiling.
"I am not moving…" he whispered to himself. He continued to whisper this to himself as he waited for something else to come by to distract him, for his mind feared what he would do if he continued.
Dusk wouldn't be alone for long. There was a banging nearby where one of the walls were. The panels that held it up were bent and dented from the collapse; weak enough to push down with a few strong kicks. Someone on the other side was doing just that, trying to break through to where he and Brigid were. When it was finally kicked down, it wouldn't be another one of the soldiers that guarded this place, but rather strangely, someone in a set of black armor.
With his ax to the side, he looked over to Dusk, then to Brigid, seeing how badly injured she was. As Dusk didn't seem to look like a threat, the armored man walked over to Brigid first, ignoring the humanoid. He knelt down beside her, examining her injuries. Deep gashes along her body, and internal bleeding from the fall. Putting his ax down, the man pulled out from one of his pouches along his hip a metallic flask. Along the side of it was a glowing green stripe that showed the liquid inside. With his thumb, the man popped open its cap, and slowly put its rim to her lips, then even more slowly poured it into her mouth so she could swallow small amounts of the liquid easily. She would find her pain begin to ease as the liquid coursed through her body, as whatever it was, it slowly healed her wounds. Once she swallowed enough, he moved the bottle over to her gashes, and poured it over them.
The pain would jolt her awake, as her gashes and cuts healed quickly as the liquid washed over them; leaving just scars of where they were. Her body would still feel sore to move, each limb aching from the fall if she moved it. The armored man then put the flask away and picked her up in a fireman's carry on his shoulders, before walking across the debris to find a way up to the surface.
- Artis Solum, Twilight Warrior -
Before Artis could retort the Warden's claims, he would find himself disoriented and suffering a splitting headache from the command console and lights going haywire, but he would still keep a hold of the Prison Warden for the time being. Shortly after this sensory assault, the walls, beyond all reckoning, would begin rusting and the command room itself would begin to collapse, with the Warden aiding Artis's descent to the ground by pushing against him, causing them both to crash through the window and land hard on the ground after falling 30 feet. Artis was rattled by the landing the most, having been sandwiched between the ground and the Warden, who would make a swift departure once he was on his feet.
Artis groaned in agony, but had no time to bemoan his situation, as a vehicle was now headed straight for him due to the whims of gravity, forcing Artis to scramble onto his feet, gritting his teeth to bear the pain and tapping into the Darkness to increase his agility, enabling him to narrowly avoid being crushed by the incoming transport. "Son of a..." Artis cursed to himself, calling his Keyblade back to him, transforming it back into Oblivion and glared in the Warden's direction.
Without another word, Artis would begin sprinting towards the Warden, whether he had started running yet or not, the entire Prison was in shambles and the only thing the bastard is good for now, is some
much needed stress relief.
@Wade Von Doom
As the floor slanted downwards, the warden made a jump for the doorway leading out of the hanger, as the security lockdown system began to fail. Just before Artis could get him, the rust began to eat away at everything around them, and the warden luckily managed to jump to safety in time, as ground beneath Artis rusted away for him to fall through. Seeing the damage done, the only thing the warden could do was run. He had to get out of here before the whole place collapsed. Making his escape, he jogged down the hallway, looking for the exit out of here.
Artis' only chance of surviving the fall would be to cling onto something, and hope nothing fell on top of him.
Ryan Zokkendov
Their ambush was somewhat successful, as the guards refused to obey. It was a standoff. Ryan noticed Wade's look out of the corner of his eye. "Right..." getting the message, ANNA started working on making a way for the rest of the group. That was short lived, though.
While the warden was playing tough, something more drastic took place. The lights went crazy to the point of blinding Ryan in a flash of static for a moment. When his eyes could see again, the static went to his ears, as ANNA went crazy, and just projected white noise on his mind. That on top of the sudden brutal headache was enough to incapacitate Ryan for a moment. Dropping to a knee and having one of his swords dissappear while he held the other one tightly due to the pain and some awareness, not even noticing the earthquake. Ryan couldn't think with both the headache and ANNA clouding his thoughts with white noise, so he tried to rid of one of them "ANNA, silence... ANNA silence! Silence... Silence! SILENCE! ANNA, SHUT UP!" Ryan barked in the end, as the thoughts didn't seem to reach the AI. Luckily, now he just had a brutal headache to deal with, so seemed to be the case for everyone. Even Wade was talking about some noise, probably not the same as his though, but he couldn't ask at the moment. On wobbly legs, Ryan got up and tried to assimilate what he just witnessed. "What... Is going... On?"
As Ryan tried standing up, the room jolted forward towards the edge of the carter by an inch, causing everyone to lose their balance. Deadpool grabbed onto one of the consoles, which surprisingly still had power, and quietly told everyone, "Nobody. Make. Any. Sudden. Moves." The room was hanging on by a thread, and the last thing they needed was to fall to their deaths. The soldiers slowly tried moving to the doorway, still in one piece.
