Inhuman NES
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Hey, your a glorified research monkey. We protectors are a level of badassery that you lab coats couldn't even comprehend, and they 'burn it' solution to dealing with dangerous foreign creatures and items has served man well for countless years.
Grandkhan
Telvanni Master Wizard
Mortem doesn't kill everyone within a certain radius, as far as I read it. Just puts some of them in ridiculous amounts of pain until he leaves.
Mickzter could probably correct me on that though.
Better a research monkey who actually tries to find solutions to anomalies than a thug who kills them on sight. The Protector Ideology is a stopgap measure, but it provides no lasting solutions. We have to learn from the anomalies, if we're going to progress and be able to face stronger anomalies in the future.
Alone in a swimming pool, He floats
Garret awoke, bed covered in sweat. Odd, I’m used to way more heat than this. Not like Afghanistan was cold, and this sure as hell beats Baltimore. An alarm, blazing loudly in the background was turned off quickly as he hopped out of his bed, hungry for something…anything really. The fridge held a case of Coca Cola, a carton of milk, and some oranges , and there was a box of some knock off chocolate cereal. Everything he needed for his morning wake up routine. Aside from some vacations, this was the first time he didn’t feel rushed in the morning. A nasty stench was coming off the streets, and it was easily 90 degrees with humidity running rampant. A crap apartment in a crap part of town…well that’s what you get when you put your eggs in one basket. He hadn’t heard from any of the guys in months…they’d be coming home soon, and they promised they’d meet up with him when they came home….unlikely, but who knows. Everyone knew why he was leaving, and anyone who wanted to keep their career in the Army wouldn’t talk to him again. Aside the general, he had nothing but disdain directed towards him. Well, disdain and criminal charges. But the general took care of that. As a rule, all enlisted men think officers are spoiled, entitled pricks, but this Nelson guy? He cared for the grunts, for the little guy. He’d never seen an officer put himself on the line for a pissant nobody corporal. The alarm, this time on his watch, ended the reminiscing. Work…
Thankfully, it seemed that the police were not eager to show the background of their newest hired man. That suited him just fine. let me fit in, let me just keep my nose down, work hard, get my pension, and get out His partner was a big dude, 230 pounds, a Mexican named Chavez. That where the young idealist gets paired up with the old guy who’s been on the force for decades only happens in movies; the dude was a bit older than him and had been on the force for eight years, his partner just moved to New Hampshire, and a slot was open. Garret joined up, they were assigned, and that was it.
“Hey bro, what’s up. Name’s Chavez, I’m you’re new partner.” At least he didn’t call me ‘hombre’
“Thanks, name’s Garret.”
“Alright Garret, collect your gun, vest, and talkie, and we’re gonna roll”
The day went quietly enough. Some punk kids were causing trouble near a convenience store, harassing the man that worked there, but when the police walked over the kids disappeared in nothing flat. A woman was mugged in Central Park, and she was taken to the station to give a description to the mugger while Garret and Chavez looked for “a black kid in a Yankee hat”, narrowing the search to about two thirds of Harlem. She lost $70, including the value of the purse. Money well spent, New York City. After an hour of lazy questioning, they broke for lunch. Chavez was buying; a pretty good Chinese deli. Chavez was a cool dude, joking, smiling, and laughing. Garret started laughing too. Finally, a fresh start.
When they got back, backup was requested in keeping a crowd in Harlem under control. A fight had broken out, and a kid was lying in the street with a cracked skull, and it seemed like it could escalate even further. Garret and Chavez arrived on scene, and with fourteen other officers, were able to end the damn thing. The kid was going to end up alive, and everyone went back to their homes, aside from the kid’s family who accompanied him to the hospital.
After the crowd had settled down, Chavez and Garret drove off towards their patrol route, when Chavez asked “Hey man, you ex-Army or something?”
Garret shifted a bit “Yea, why?”
“Just your eyes man, they’re bouncing off everything, looking at everyone, if they’re gonna be a threat or something.”
Garret shrugged “Just didn’t want anyone taking a brick to the skull or some like that kid”
“I get you man. But hey dude, that’s good here! One of the LTs here’s you’re ex Army, and we do well, we’ll get pulled for some better stuff, extra hours. One the LTs, Chris, he loves Army boys. He’s Army, and he lets everyone know it."
“I’ll keep it in mind.”
“I mean, it’s not like it’s favorites or anything, its just like not being a beat cop at the shittiest hours. Getting nights sometimes…that pays man.”
The rest of the day went by without incident. Garret waved to Chavez, happy that his partner was a cool enough guy. He had been meaning to start going to the gym again, but work had just taken it out of him. He got to his apartment, a bowl of cereal, and fell asleep listening to some animated fat guy punching his daughter
Garret awoke, bed covered in sweat. Odd, I’m used to way more heat than this. Not like Afghanistan was cold, and this sure as hell beats Baltimore. An alarm, blazing loudly in the background was turned off quickly as he hopped out of his bed, hungry for something…anything really. The fridge held a case of Coca Cola, a carton of milk, and some oranges , and there was a box of some knock off chocolate cereal. Everything he needed for his morning wake up routine. Aside from some vacations, this was the first time he didn’t feel rushed in the morning. A nasty stench was coming off the streets, and it was easily 90 degrees with humidity running rampant. A crap apartment in a crap part of town…well that’s what you get when you put your eggs in one basket. He hadn’t heard from any of the guys in months…they’d be coming home soon, and they promised they’d meet up with him when they came home….unlikely, but who knows. Everyone knew why he was leaving, and anyone who wanted to keep their career in the Army wouldn’t talk to him again. Aside the general, he had nothing but disdain directed towards him. Well, disdain and criminal charges. But the general took care of that. As a rule, all enlisted men think officers are spoiled, entitled pricks, but this Nelson guy? He cared for the grunts, for the little guy. He’d never seen an officer put himself on the line for a pissant nobody corporal. The alarm, this time on his watch, ended the reminiscing. Work…
Thankfully, it seemed that the police were not eager to show the background of their newest hired man. That suited him just fine. let me fit in, let me just keep my nose down, work hard, get my pension, and get out His partner was a big dude, 230 pounds, a Mexican named Chavez. That where the young idealist gets paired up with the old guy who’s been on the force for decades only happens in movies; the dude was a bit older than him and had been on the force for eight years, his partner just moved to New Hampshire, and a slot was open. Garret joined up, they were assigned, and that was it.
“Hey bro, what’s up. Name’s Chavez, I’m you’re new partner.” At least he didn’t call me ‘hombre’
“Thanks, name’s Garret.”
“Alright Garret, collect your gun, vest, and talkie, and we’re gonna roll”
The day went quietly enough. Some punk kids were causing trouble near a convenience store, harassing the man that worked there, but when the police walked over the kids disappeared in nothing flat. A woman was mugged in Central Park, and she was taken to the station to give a description to the mugger while Garret and Chavez looked for “a black kid in a Yankee hat”, narrowing the search to about two thirds of Harlem. She lost $70, including the value of the purse. Money well spent, New York City. After an hour of lazy questioning, they broke for lunch. Chavez was buying; a pretty good Chinese deli. Chavez was a cool dude, joking, smiling, and laughing. Garret started laughing too. Finally, a fresh start.
When they got back, backup was requested in keeping a crowd in Harlem under control. A fight had broken out, and a kid was lying in the street with a cracked skull, and it seemed like it could escalate even further. Garret and Chavez arrived on scene, and with fourteen other officers, were able to end the damn thing. The kid was going to end up alive, and everyone went back to their homes, aside from the kid’s family who accompanied him to the hospital.
After the crowd had settled down, Chavez and Garret drove off towards their patrol route, when Chavez asked “Hey man, you ex-Army or something?”
Garret shifted a bit “Yea, why?”
“Just your eyes man, they’re bouncing off everything, looking at everyone, if they’re gonna be a threat or something.”
Garret shrugged “Just didn’t want anyone taking a brick to the skull or some like that kid”
“I get you man. But hey dude, that’s good here! One of the LTs here’s you’re ex Army, and we do well, we’ll get pulled for some better stuff, extra hours. One the LTs, Chris, he loves Army boys. He’s Army, and he lets everyone know it."
“I’ll keep it in mind.”
“I mean, it’s not like it’s favorites or anything, its just like not being a beat cop at the shittiest hours. Getting nights sometimes…that pays man.”
The rest of the day went by without incident. Garret waved to Chavez, happy that his partner was a cool enough guy. He had been meaning to start going to the gym again, but work had just taken it out of him. He got to his apartment, a bowl of cereal, and fell asleep listening to some animated fat guy punching his daughter
Mickzter97
The One and Only
Mortem doesn't kill everyone within a certain radius, as far as I read it. Just puts some of them in ridiculous amounts of pain until he leaves.
Mickzter could probably correct me on that though.
Khan is half right. Mortem doesn't kill everyone in the 800m radius, but they go through so much pain, they end up dying any way.
Seon
Not An Evil Liar
Mortem doesn't kill everyone within a certain radius, as far as I read it. Just puts some of them in ridiculous amounts of pain until he leaves.
Mickzter could probably correct me on that though.
Mickzter's character's ability does tend to be too annoying to deal with yeah.
Mickzter97
The One and Only
LOL!!! there is a way, i know it already, you guys just have to figure it out 
Seon
Not An Evil Liar
People have better things to do then think of a way to counter some monster, Mickzter. There are other, less lethal, people to Interact with.
Since the story so far suggests that you created this thing to kill things and only kill things in utter isolation, which, while fun at start, does not an interesting story make, I'll just send a reality bender your way to make things more interesting for you.
Since the story so far suggests that you created this thing to kill things and only kill things in utter isolation, which, while fun at start, does not an interesting story make, I'll just send a reality bender your way to make things more interesting for you.
Mickzter97
The One and Only
a black hole?
You must understand that there is a deeper meaning to Mortem than you think...I have only written one story
You must understand that there is a deeper meaning to Mortem than you think...I have only written one story
Seon
Not An Evil Liar
How can a character have a meaning?
Objects can have a meaning.
Beasts and monsters can have a meaning.
Characters and humans have personality and a reason to live.
Objects can have a meaning.
Beasts and monsters can have a meaning.
Characters and humans have personality and a reason to live.
Mickzter97
The One and Only
I meant purpose...anyway he isn't just pain and suffering
Haseri
Emperor
Three days Morris had been on this assignment and he remembered how tedious things could get before they had a target. He looked over the mornings messages and sighed. He perked when he saw that, surprise surprise; the two research monkeys had finally made a breakthrough. He made his way straight there.
Truth be told, there were in fact, three members of the Research Arm currently attached to BO5. However, only Davey and Kempson were on site. Peck, with his superior medical knowledge, was in the medical bay, examining any euthanised subjects. What have you got for me? he said when he got to the temporary lab. Well, no point in beating around the bush.
Some good news, if you call elimination of possibilities good news, Kempson offered. Morris shrugged, motioning her to continue. She brought up a map of the area, centred on the local reservoir. It cant be anything in the water, or these other towns would be affected. There are thousands of pipes leading from here to the reservoir. If it were in the water, it would be there.
Davey was next, taking a quick sip of coffee, the smell of which reminded Morris he hadnt had his yet. And I doubt its airborne. The boundary hasnt moved since we got here, at least not that I can see. With basic diffusion, wed at least see some regular growth of the quarantine zone, but there has been nothing of the sort. No, its something or someone in the town.
Not location based? The thought of glassing the place looked more and more inviting each day, even if it would result in disciplinary actions. The Directors didnt like having to deal with town being wiped off the map in first world countries. Both for the loss of life and the fact it is really hard to explain it away.
While still a possibility, I think the boundary lines are a little too neat for it to be location based.
Morris thought about this and grunted. He thanked the two and left, making his way down the garage. They had a selection of unmarked cars in a variety of colours and conditions for any situation. Debling, a former (thanks to Dont Ask, Dont Tell theyre loss was our gain there, Morris thought) Air Force engineer, was fixing up a battered-looking cop car. Where the hell are Radford and Sheppard? Back room? Everyone on base was waiting for something to happen between the two of them.
Just getting kitted out. Speak of the devil Radford was a tall man with hair that was far too long for paramilitary work. He had an unnerving, but apparently completely natural, way of speaking that made everything he said sound absolutely reasonable. Sheppard was a small woman of indeterminate, but definitely mixed, race. Both were very good actors.
Sheppard held up a hand as they approached, stopping Morris before he could talk. We know the mission, commander. Standard ghost-hunters, probing for a show on a channel somewhere in the high hundreds. Weve done this before. She poked her tongue out, which rankled Morris a bit. A lot of unprofessionalism on this team. Too touchy-feely. But she was right. Both about how they had done this before and how standard it was. Everyone wanted their town on TV right? So, send some people in, ask around about weird-goings on, hint that it might be on TV and people open up faster than your mother with a 50 waved in front of her face.
Good. Get moving, I want progress when you call in tonight. They nodded and walked off to the van they would be using. Ah, maybe they couldnt be blamed for being so dang upbeat. Those two could be riding into the valley of death for all they knew, never to return. It was then Elmi entered the garage.
He was Somali. From what Morris could remember being told, his local warlord had attempted to use an anomaly as a weapon. Clean Up had found him after a pile of bodies was found to have been all shot from the same direction a room that loosely could be called the latrine. They were impressed enough that they persuaded the higher-ups to let the boy train. Turns out hed been handling a gun since his before his voice broke. The boy was still a little bit out of his depth, but he had acclimatised quickly. Plus he wasnt as flamboyant as some of his team-mates. Elmi, Ive heard a lot about you. Good to finally meet you. He offered his hand, mostly to stop him staring at Debling.
Thankfully the boy took it. You to. You are Agent Morris, yes? Everyone has stories about you.
Heh, half my stories are classified. There was a squawk of static from the radio. Pilgrim, this is Morris. What have you got?
Family sedan heading north. Lot of trunks in the back. Two adults, male and female. Two children, both female. One is in a booster seat.
Pritchard, confirm. Pilgrim and Pritchard were usually snipers, but until those skills were needed, they were functioning as spotters up in the hills around the town. A lonely job, but they didnt seem to mind.
As ever, Pritchard took his time answering in that deep drawl of his. Can only confirm sedan travelling north. Cant get a visual on occupants.
Alright, Elmi, lets go ruin someones day.
How can I help you officer?
Dad, whats wrong? We have ta get ta granmas before lunch or shell have it without us.
Hush honey, daddys just talking to the nice policeman.
Good morning sir, Im sorry to disturb you. Weve had reports of drug runners on this road using a car matching this description. Do you mind all stepping out the car?
Were kind of in a hurry. Visiting the folks out of town for the fourth.
I assure you, we just need our dog to take a quick sniff. If you could just go over there by my partner.
Daddy, daddy, that man has a dirty face.
Quiet down kiddo. Kids, eh?
Is your wife alright sir?
Oh, shes been feeling under the weather. A change of scenery will do her good, isnt that right, honey? OK, kids, out of the car.
Sir, Ive found something. Front passenger.
What? You havent got the dog out of the car.
Daddy, whats wrong with mommy?
Pilgrim, euthanise adult female, tranq other targets.
Wait, what? I demand to know whats going on here. I am an America-
Confirm targets down. Call Peck, hes got a new subject. Wallace, Cromwell, need pick up for car crash scenario. One adult male, two female children.
Truth be told, there were in fact, three members of the Research Arm currently attached to BO5. However, only Davey and Kempson were on site. Peck, with his superior medical knowledge, was in the medical bay, examining any euthanised subjects. What have you got for me? he said when he got to the temporary lab. Well, no point in beating around the bush.
Some good news, if you call elimination of possibilities good news, Kempson offered. Morris shrugged, motioning her to continue. She brought up a map of the area, centred on the local reservoir. It cant be anything in the water, or these other towns would be affected. There are thousands of pipes leading from here to the reservoir. If it were in the water, it would be there.
Davey was next, taking a quick sip of coffee, the smell of which reminded Morris he hadnt had his yet. And I doubt its airborne. The boundary hasnt moved since we got here, at least not that I can see. With basic diffusion, wed at least see some regular growth of the quarantine zone, but there has been nothing of the sort. No, its something or someone in the town.
Not location based? The thought of glassing the place looked more and more inviting each day, even if it would result in disciplinary actions. The Directors didnt like having to deal with town being wiped off the map in first world countries. Both for the loss of life and the fact it is really hard to explain it away.
While still a possibility, I think the boundary lines are a little too neat for it to be location based.
Morris thought about this and grunted. He thanked the two and left, making his way down the garage. They had a selection of unmarked cars in a variety of colours and conditions for any situation. Debling, a former (thanks to Dont Ask, Dont Tell theyre loss was our gain there, Morris thought) Air Force engineer, was fixing up a battered-looking cop car. Where the hell are Radford and Sheppard? Back room? Everyone on base was waiting for something to happen between the two of them.
Just getting kitted out. Speak of the devil Radford was a tall man with hair that was far too long for paramilitary work. He had an unnerving, but apparently completely natural, way of speaking that made everything he said sound absolutely reasonable. Sheppard was a small woman of indeterminate, but definitely mixed, race. Both were very good actors.
Sheppard held up a hand as they approached, stopping Morris before he could talk. We know the mission, commander. Standard ghost-hunters, probing for a show on a channel somewhere in the high hundreds. Weve done this before. She poked her tongue out, which rankled Morris a bit. A lot of unprofessionalism on this team. Too touchy-feely. But she was right. Both about how they had done this before and how standard it was. Everyone wanted their town on TV right? So, send some people in, ask around about weird-goings on, hint that it might be on TV and people open up faster than your mother with a 50 waved in front of her face.
Good. Get moving, I want progress when you call in tonight. They nodded and walked off to the van they would be using. Ah, maybe they couldnt be blamed for being so dang upbeat. Those two could be riding into the valley of death for all they knew, never to return. It was then Elmi entered the garage.
He was Somali. From what Morris could remember being told, his local warlord had attempted to use an anomaly as a weapon. Clean Up had found him after a pile of bodies was found to have been all shot from the same direction a room that loosely could be called the latrine. They were impressed enough that they persuaded the higher-ups to let the boy train. Turns out hed been handling a gun since his before his voice broke. The boy was still a little bit out of his depth, but he had acclimatised quickly. Plus he wasnt as flamboyant as some of his team-mates. Elmi, Ive heard a lot about you. Good to finally meet you. He offered his hand, mostly to stop him staring at Debling.
Thankfully the boy took it. You to. You are Agent Morris, yes? Everyone has stories about you.
Heh, half my stories are classified. There was a squawk of static from the radio. Pilgrim, this is Morris. What have you got?
Family sedan heading north. Lot of trunks in the back. Two adults, male and female. Two children, both female. One is in a booster seat.
Pritchard, confirm. Pilgrim and Pritchard were usually snipers, but until those skills were needed, they were functioning as spotters up in the hills around the town. A lonely job, but they didnt seem to mind.
As ever, Pritchard took his time answering in that deep drawl of his. Can only confirm sedan travelling north. Cant get a visual on occupants.
Alright, Elmi, lets go ruin someones day.
***
How can I help you officer?
Dad, whats wrong? We have ta get ta granmas before lunch or shell have it without us.
Hush honey, daddys just talking to the nice policeman.
Good morning sir, Im sorry to disturb you. Weve had reports of drug runners on this road using a car matching this description. Do you mind all stepping out the car?
Were kind of in a hurry. Visiting the folks out of town for the fourth.
I assure you, we just need our dog to take a quick sniff. If you could just go over there by my partner.
Daddy, daddy, that man has a dirty face.
Quiet down kiddo. Kids, eh?
Is your wife alright sir?
Oh, shes been feeling under the weather. A change of scenery will do her good, isnt that right, honey? OK, kids, out of the car.
Sir, Ive found something. Front passenger.
What? You havent got the dog out of the car.
Daddy, whats wrong with mommy?
Pilgrim, euthanise adult female, tranq other targets.
Wait, what? I demand to know whats going on here. I am an America-
Confirm targets down. Call Peck, hes got a new subject. Wallace, Cromwell, need pick up for car crash scenario. One adult male, two female children.
Seon
Not An Evil Liar
Mickzter97
The One and Only
okay 
Hey this world has creatures in it that can blow the whole damn planet up with very little pushing, we're on borrowed time the protectors are just extending it.
Well if they are that strong and entirely uncontainable, then the Keepers and the Protectors very much see eye-to-eye. Our doctrine isn't that dogmatic.
Seon
Not An Evil Liar
They only destroy things deemed useless and too difficult to contain, but only after actually trying to contain it.
If something like that appears they use every means at their disposal.
If something like that appears they use every means at their disposal.
