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[ooc: Straight-up survival horror thread. Attempts at derailment and dickishness will be met with zombie swarms. You have been warned, mwuahahaha! >:3
I'll close the thread after 2 or 3 people have joined, to keep things small and fast-paced. I'll also make an ooc thread if requested.]
There's something to be said about mountains. Mighty and majestic snow-capped peaks with jagged rocky outcroppings, mountains are a gorgeous and ever-present facet of the landscape on many a world. They appear idyllic, even peaceful. Between the broad shoulders of mountains lay fertile valleys, as serene and beautiful as the great peaks they are nestled between.
One such valley, covered over with deep layers of dry and fluffy snow, was the home of a Ski Resort. Not just any resort, but the private retreat of Professor Mieru; a 'mad scientist' known for his illegal research into cybernetics. He'd passed away years ago, but people were still digging up the remnants of the madman's half-baked projects... Remnants that, all too often, were as lethal and angry as they'd been while Mieru was still alive.
The Resort was a three-story structure, built of fine wood and sturdy timbers with steel trusses for support and extra strength, was dusted heavily in snow. Its rustic appearance was almost entirely concealed by deep snowdrifts surrounding it from all sides. Clustered around the resort was a host of outbuildings, ranging from a vehicle garage to generator building to a ski-lift. All were buried within the deep snow.
The sun had sunk past the horizon and the moon had risen, bathing the valley in silvery light that reflected off the crisp white snow. Visibility was, thankfully, excellent. The weather, however, was decidedly bitter. While the wind had died down to a gentle breeze long ago, the air was incredibly frigid. It was an oppressively dry sort of cold, the kind that chilled a man to his very core.
Needless to say, Setsuna and Riku Teruyoshi hated it.
"Setsuna Teruyoshi, I hate your guts right now," Riku growled. The Farghul was shivering as he trudged through the snow, despite being bundled up in a heavy black-and-white camouflage hooded parka and his usual brownish-tan armored vest. Setsuna just laughed. "I told you to wear an insulated body suit. You should've listened," he said cheekily. Riku -for once, not wearing his gas mask- rolled his eyes and cursed his brother under his breath.
The Farghul twins were on Corellia for one purpose, and one alone: A relatively wealthy Corellian native had contacted them and asked them to investigate the ski resort. Over the course of the last few months, a handful of skiers in the area around the resort had disappeared without a trace. Even their distress beacons were never found. Among the disappeared skiers was a newlywed couple, who had gone missing only a day ago.
The pay was very generous. A quarter of a million credits would go to each man who helped bring her back. The man who had hired them was clearly desperate; the sweep conducted of the area by sensor-equipped CorSec vessels had turned up nothing but the power signature of the Resort's fusion generators. He wanted his daughter and son-in-law back safely, that much was clear.
Because of his desperation, there was little doubt in Setsuna and Riku's mind that he had contacted and hired other individuals like themselves. They knew they needed to hurry if they were to stand a solid chance of retrieving the couple before anyone else. They also knew that something wasn't quite right inside the ski resort; that was why they had set their armored speeder down at the entrance to the valley, and proceeded the remaining two miles in on foot.
As they approached the outer limits of the complex, Riku and Setsuna both removed their rifles from their backs and brought them into a ready position. They chambered rounds and set the safeties on, ready to be flicked off at a moment's notice. Riku sniffed at the air, then sneezed as the cold stung at his nose. The feline sniffled and rubbed his nose with his glove. "Got the sniffles, bro?" Setsuna queried.
Riku's response was a single-finger salute. He sniffed the air again -more cautiously this time- a moment later, then wrinkled up his snout. Something didn't sit quite right in the air. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something just felt wrong. "I got a bad feeling about this," he muttered, tail -bundled in a soft, insulating material- swaying awkwardly behind him.
"You've got a bad feeling about everything" Setsuna retorted. "C'mon, we're only fifty yards away. Let's walk up one of the snow drifts and kick our way in through the second or third story."
"No, seriously Setsuna," Riku said, "I've got a kriffing bad feeling about this. Something doesn't sit right. I can feel it."
"Gods, do you want me to hold your hand or something? C'mon, Riku; quarter of a mil credits apiece if we pull this off! Can the 'disturbance-in-the-force' babble and get your butt in gear!" the other Farghul replied sharply.
Riku sighed and grumbled and watched as Setsuna jogged ahead through the snow. He dragged his feet for a couple seconds, then jogged after Setsuna. They closed the scant few remaining yards to the main building in a few seconds. They began ascending a snow drift on the southern face of the U-shaped resort, at the end of one of the building's 'arms'. "Wish it hadn't snowed this morning," Setsuna remarked. "Only tracks that are gonna be around here are our own."
Riku shrugged and finished scampering his way to the top of the drift, which reached the second ledge of the building. "I think the corner of the building has enough handholds for us to climb it. Let's get to the third floor and enter there."
Setsuna nodded in agreement and moved to the corner while placing his rifle back on his back. Luckily he had the snowdrift and the ledge of the building to stand on, so it was an easy move. He hopped up onto the corner of the building, where sturdy wooden boards had been battered loose by a decade of fierce snowstorms and no maintenance. Using the boards and exposed interior support struts as hand and foot holds, the Farghul quickly ascended to the third floor.
He side-stepped along the ledge of the third floor to the nearest window, then produced a combat knife and roughly punched in the window. The noise of glass shattering echoed around the complex and caused Setsnua to wince. "Oops." He shrugged, then kicked in a few shards of glass, then stepped inside. Riku appeared behind him a few seconds later, rifle back in arms.
"You're about as stealthy as a Cathar doused in napalm at a wedding," Riku stated teasingly.
Setsnua gave Riku yet another single-finger salute and took a few steps inside. "Right, we're in. Looks pretty abandoned; lots of dust everywhere and cold as hell. Let's sweep this floor and work our way down to the basement. Maybe we'll find something."
Little did either of them realize that the Resort had plenty of dark secrets hidden away within and below it; secrets that liked to come out and play when intruders were about...
I'll close the thread after 2 or 3 people have joined, to keep things small and fast-paced. I'll also make an ooc thread if requested.]
There's something to be said about mountains. Mighty and majestic snow-capped peaks with jagged rocky outcroppings, mountains are a gorgeous and ever-present facet of the landscape on many a world. They appear idyllic, even peaceful. Between the broad shoulders of mountains lay fertile valleys, as serene and beautiful as the great peaks they are nestled between.
One such valley, covered over with deep layers of dry and fluffy snow, was the home of a Ski Resort. Not just any resort, but the private retreat of Professor Mieru; a 'mad scientist' known for his illegal research into cybernetics. He'd passed away years ago, but people were still digging up the remnants of the madman's half-baked projects... Remnants that, all too often, were as lethal and angry as they'd been while Mieru was still alive.
The Resort was a three-story structure, built of fine wood and sturdy timbers with steel trusses for support and extra strength, was dusted heavily in snow. Its rustic appearance was almost entirely concealed by deep snowdrifts surrounding it from all sides. Clustered around the resort was a host of outbuildings, ranging from a vehicle garage to generator building to a ski-lift. All were buried within the deep snow.
The complex appeared, like the mountains embracing it, peaceful.
But looks can be deceiving.
But looks can be deceiving.
The sun had sunk past the horizon and the moon had risen, bathing the valley in silvery light that reflected off the crisp white snow. Visibility was, thankfully, excellent. The weather, however, was decidedly bitter. While the wind had died down to a gentle breeze long ago, the air was incredibly frigid. It was an oppressively dry sort of cold, the kind that chilled a man to his very core.
Needless to say, Setsuna and Riku Teruyoshi hated it.
"Setsuna Teruyoshi, I hate your guts right now," Riku growled. The Farghul was shivering as he trudged through the snow, despite being bundled up in a heavy black-and-white camouflage hooded parka and his usual brownish-tan armored vest. Setsuna just laughed. "I told you to wear an insulated body suit. You should've listened," he said cheekily. Riku -for once, not wearing his gas mask- rolled his eyes and cursed his brother under his breath.
The Farghul twins were on Corellia for one purpose, and one alone: A relatively wealthy Corellian native had contacted them and asked them to investigate the ski resort. Over the course of the last few months, a handful of skiers in the area around the resort had disappeared without a trace. Even their distress beacons were never found. Among the disappeared skiers was a newlywed couple, who had gone missing only a day ago.
The pay was very generous. A quarter of a million credits would go to each man who helped bring her back. The man who had hired them was clearly desperate; the sweep conducted of the area by sensor-equipped CorSec vessels had turned up nothing but the power signature of the Resort's fusion generators. He wanted his daughter and son-in-law back safely, that much was clear.
Because of his desperation, there was little doubt in Setsuna and Riku's mind that he had contacted and hired other individuals like themselves. They knew they needed to hurry if they were to stand a solid chance of retrieving the couple before anyone else. They also knew that something wasn't quite right inside the ski resort; that was why they had set their armored speeder down at the entrance to the valley, and proceeded the remaining two miles in on foot.
As they approached the outer limits of the complex, Riku and Setsuna both removed their rifles from their backs and brought them into a ready position. They chambered rounds and set the safeties on, ready to be flicked off at a moment's notice. Riku sniffed at the air, then sneezed as the cold stung at his nose. The feline sniffled and rubbed his nose with his glove. "Got the sniffles, bro?" Setsuna queried.
Riku's response was a single-finger salute. He sniffed the air again -more cautiously this time- a moment later, then wrinkled up his snout. Something didn't sit quite right in the air. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something just felt wrong. "I got a bad feeling about this," he muttered, tail -bundled in a soft, insulating material- swaying awkwardly behind him.
"You've got a bad feeling about everything" Setsuna retorted. "C'mon, we're only fifty yards away. Let's walk up one of the snow drifts and kick our way in through the second or third story."
"No, seriously Setsuna," Riku said, "I've got a kriffing bad feeling about this. Something doesn't sit right. I can feel it."
"Gods, do you want me to hold your hand or something? C'mon, Riku; quarter of a mil credits apiece if we pull this off! Can the 'disturbance-in-the-force' babble and get your butt in gear!" the other Farghul replied sharply.
Riku sighed and grumbled and watched as Setsuna jogged ahead through the snow. He dragged his feet for a couple seconds, then jogged after Setsuna. They closed the scant few remaining yards to the main building in a few seconds. They began ascending a snow drift on the southern face of the U-shaped resort, at the end of one of the building's 'arms'. "Wish it hadn't snowed this morning," Setsuna remarked. "Only tracks that are gonna be around here are our own."
Riku shrugged and finished scampering his way to the top of the drift, which reached the second ledge of the building. "I think the corner of the building has enough handholds for us to climb it. Let's get to the third floor and enter there."
Setsuna nodded in agreement and moved to the corner while placing his rifle back on his back. Luckily he had the snowdrift and the ledge of the building to stand on, so it was an easy move. He hopped up onto the corner of the building, where sturdy wooden boards had been battered loose by a decade of fierce snowstorms and no maintenance. Using the boards and exposed interior support struts as hand and foot holds, the Farghul quickly ascended to the third floor.
He side-stepped along the ledge of the third floor to the nearest window, then produced a combat knife and roughly punched in the window. The noise of glass shattering echoed around the complex and caused Setsnua to wince. "Oops." He shrugged, then kicked in a few shards of glass, then stepped inside. Riku appeared behind him a few seconds later, rifle back in arms.
"You're about as stealthy as a Cathar doused in napalm at a wedding," Riku stated teasingly.
Setsnua gave Riku yet another single-finger salute and took a few steps inside. "Right, we're in. Looks pretty abandoned; lots of dust everywhere and cold as hell. Let's sweep this floor and work our way down to the basement. Maybe we'll find something."
Little did either of them realize that the Resort had plenty of dark secrets hidden away within and below it; secrets that liked to come out and play when intruders were about...
