Board Thread:Lores/@comment-30517583-20171104033734

This story is very, very long, so only read if you have time. Story recap:Kingstreet, a monument for the achievement of a rising superpower, is to be built smack-bang in the middle of the Atlantic.There is literally nothing gained out of the Kingstreet Project. It's just for the government to brandish as a politcal tool.The Project is started, but after a year the engineering, building and military units on the island lose contact with the mainland.10 years later, the Project nears completion. Resources have been strained to their limits except for military supplies, and one by one the island loses its remaining contacts to the outside world. The monthly arrival of the oil tanker from Bouri Rig, Poerta Coelli, stops completely. The supply vessel SS. Bolivar and a small detatchment  of military personnel are sent to the mainland, but never return.During a conference consisting of all the leaders of the Project, a government figure from the mainland, Victor, arrives forcefully and delivers information on why the mainland has gone quiet. Just the wrong information.According to Victor, the government went down after mass riots over new policies and the limitations on modern conveniences. He then leaves behind three of his personal attache to detain the members of the meeting, leading to the deaths of two garrison soldiers after a attempted breakout.This is met by a rapid response by the island garrison.However, soldiers that haven't had proper training for years and also possessing now-obselete equipment stood no chance against trained, modernised soldiers.Fortunately for the island garrison, they manage to evacuate the conference members, but Victor comes back, packing 5 Chinook helicopters.The Island's self appointed leader, Cheif Engineer Fall, rushes to meet Victor to explain the bloodshed, but is stopped by the arrival of....The SS. Bolivar. "Soldier, ignore that! GET US TO VICTOR, ASAP!" Fall shouted from the back seat of the military van.The two soldiers glanced at each other, and then took off, heading towards the end of the bridge."Hey, how big a chance do we have?"The two soldiers blanched, and asked simultaneously,"WHAT!!??""You know, to fight that." Fall waved his hand at the rapidly approaching Chinooks."Sir, if they've got a full crew, that's four M2 .50 cal machine guns in each, an automatic grenade launcher, a whole missile pod..... You can say that, with just some '50 cals, RPGs and Chinalakes on our side we'd be absolutely ****ed." The seargent sitting on the right stated."Well, it looks like I'll have to talk for all our sakes."The Chinook in the lead zeroed in on the van, hovered in front of them, suddenly drawing to a halt.The private driving the van planted his foot onto the brakes.A figure dropped nimbly from the side door to the cockpit of the Chinook, not bothering to wait for the helicopter to land."Hello there! It kind of looks like you could need some help at this point!" Victor gloated, shouting over the buzz of the Chinook behind him.Fall, sitting in the back seat of the van, pulled out his radio intercom from his belt, and contacted the head of the Military forces on the island."Waltrun! I'm calling in to tell you to send a force to the coastline, the Bolivar has re-""WAIT, ONE OF OUR SHIPS HAVE RETURNED!?""Yes, the Bolivar. Also, the Chinooks heading over will probably be hostile, arrange some kind of defence. Also make sure the survivors on the Bolivar get back safe. I had a feeling Victor was lying to us about the mainland's status, so I want the real story."After a few seconds, Waltrun replied."Alright, I've detatched a squad to the Bolivar, and I'll organize some sort of defence, although we won't last long.""Alright, carry on. I'm a bit busy at the moment."Fall cut off, and looked back towards Victor, who was just a few  away from the van.Victor walked slowly to the side of the van, where Fall was sitting."Hey, I haven't come to kill you just yet. I've brought presents, although I'm kinda pissed about you killing one of my bodyguard. Your current weapons are toast, you won't stand a chance against the rioters.""So...Just about how dangerous and widespread is this 'riot'?Victor sneered before replying."The majority of the population is under the influence of this riot, and they are supplied by what we call a 'third party'. They have current issue weapons, so they are pretty dangerous. And that's why I have presents.""Is it by any chance current issue equipment...?""Bingo! Correct, surprisingly knowledgable for a mere civilian."Victor sneered again, turned away and walked back to the waiting Chinook.As soon as Victor entered the Chinook, as if on cue, all five helicopters whirled around and sped away from the island.After the dust they left behind settled, Fall spotted 3 large, bulky trucks and a mountain of crates haphazardly strewn around in a pile on the ground, outside the mineral processing facility that Fall had earlier fled from."Soldier, we'll confirm his words and check these....Presents."Fall stepped out of the van and strode towards the pile of crates.His eys caught on a rectangular crate marked with a the initials R-Brain Hardwork framing a symbol of a brain."Let's see what we've got here...."The lid of the crate swung open with an almost inaudible creak, only to reveal a large stash of grenades and a pile of what appeared to be wrapped sticks of dynamite with a coloured switch on the side."Ok, not exactly what I hoped for....Hey, you two, come over here and help!"-Meanwhile, at the bay-The SS. Bolivar continued to drift slowly towards the shore. At this point, Second Lieutenant Keets wasn't even sure if either crew had been on some kind of booze or drugs, or if there was no-one piloting the ship.Keets looked around at his squad of eight, sitting around at the quay initiatly constructed to take on the construction equipment and machinary needed for the Kingstreet Project. All were as bored as hell, watching the Bolivar drift under the bridge.Keets sighed, and went back to inspecting his FAMAS.-Back at the mineral processing facility-"I need some men to take all this stuff back..."Fall yawned, and climbed into the driver's seat of the M939 truck, or whatever it was called."Hey, you two...Keep working at it, I'll have some men transport it back to base."Without bothering to wait for a reply, he gunned the engine.Fall, after reaching the bridge, suddenly decided to redirect himself not back to base, but to greet the Bolivar.-At the bay-"Sir! The Bolivar is in reach now!"Keets grunted, and waved on the two soldiers at the very end of the quay.The two soldier shouted at the Bolivar to prepare boarding procedures, and tossed the mooring cable onto the deck of the Bolivar.No hands grabbed the rope.After a few seconds, the Bolivar bumped into the end of the quay...And then began to drift away.Realizing what was happening, one of the soldiers leapt onto the bow of the ship, found some metal plate protruding from the hull of the ship, and hauled himself onto the deck of the Bolivar.After hauling himself over, he hastily secured the mooring cable, and after docking was completed, began to look for the survivors of the expidition."Hey, shitheads, can you hear me? Come out, seriously, they're going to have a feast in your name...."Nothing. Nothing on the ship stirred, nothing but the sound of the echoes of the shout.Now nervous, the soldier climbed up a flight of stairs to the nearest door leading into the bowels of the ship.The soldier was about to put his hand on the door knob, before there was a bang noise, and the door shuddered, a section of metal plate caving in.The soldier leapt back in surprise, and hurridly scurried down the flight of stairs before composing himself, bringing up his AK and slowly backing away.The door leapt in its frame, and a fist-sized bulge erupted from the centre of the door.The sound of moaning seeped through the door, punctuated by the footsteps of something heavy. Extremely heavy.The soldier, who was just about to compose himself into opening the door and asking just what the hell was going on, leapt back and flicked off the safety before firing a warning shot at the door....Just as the door was heaved off its hinges, and slammed into the ground just in front of the soldier.What was behind the door chilled the soldier to the bone. Two corpses that had just started to decompose framed the door frame. Beyond them was a sea of other similar groaning corpses.And on the floor was littered hundreds upon hundreds of expended bullet casings, covered with a slick of blood and gore, as well as the well chewed head of what had been a soldier.The corpses stared at the soldier, before literally flying at him due to the crowd pressing at the two bodies behind the doorway.The soldier squeezed the trigger of the AK, 7.62mm rounds tearing through the first body flying at him, before being swamped by a writhing mass of undead.Below the SS.Bolivar, the members of Keet's squad stirred at the sound of gunfire and then the wet sound of tearing flesh."Just what the **** is going on?"One of Keet's squaddies shouted at the prow of the ship, before a figure leapt from the ship and landed smack-bang on him.A snarl erupted from its mouth, flecks of blood spraying from its rotting mouth, drab grey cloth from what had been clothes flapping in the air."Shit! Help me! I can't move!"The corpse started to tear away at the soldier's Bulletproof vest, unanticipatedly capricious strength tearing apart the tough, reinforced kevlar.The entire squad stared in shock, before Keets charged forwards and knifed the creature through the brain, curved blade drawing away flesh...But not blood.  