Date: FEB-14, 2002/1:14 AM HAVN Facility-The Lowest Level: Out the Shuttle Explosion Site, Above the Ground Floor Dust and smoke was everywhere, with some fires and electric sparks acting as the only light source for this wrecksite of a trackrail area. Barely escaping the shuttle's explosion, and only making out that blast with some minor bruises from debrie, the makeshift team started to get out of the rubble and dust that nearly crushed them. 2X and Pig were the first to dig themselves out the bits of rubble, luckily the others apart from Grinder were all coming to and only had minor scrapes in the end. Dusting themselves off and 2X, Pig, and Brick worked together to lift up the still unconscious Grinder, Uncle decided to take the lead, with Muse, K, Lill, and Husk accompanying the old man. The only other way for them to survive is to find a guard station, or anyone at that matter, especially with Grinder being in a bad shape.
Unknown to them a very dangerous individual has caught their scent and was making his way to them. As blabbling and mad sounding conversation echoed in the lower level, the makeshift team of peons, started making some progress a level above. Uncle was leading them through the barely visible railway, that once the Shuttle used, a huge and almost pitch black tunnel with a few emergency lights, acting as their only means to navigate the dark tunnel. Muse was getting increasingly nervous and uneasy, while she like everyone in this group have participated and survived lesser trials, it didn't make things less dangerous. And at least the trials have a certain amount of rule structure to keep things logical and straight.
Lill saw that Muse was getting nervous and gave her a hug, in order to help her calm down. Lill gave a shaky smile to her fellow peon, and started trying to encourage and cheer her up. Meanwhile, K was still angry and annoyed, because she was stuck in this situation, especially with a damn cop! If not for the current situation, K, she swears she'd never work with a damn pig, even if he was a ex-cop. Regardless the team continued on, watching each other's backs, and trying to survive whatever might be waiting for them, not knowing that the security cameras were still active, and someone was watching over them as well.
Date: FEB-14, 2002/1:24 AM HAVN Facility-Upper Level/Research Area: Observatory Level; Dr. Lunara's Private Office Lunara after providing some help to the Asian soldiers that have infiltrated, and caused untold chaos to the facility. She was desperately trying to gain complete access to the facility's lower levels, so far only the surveillance system was operable, as she just spotted a group of survivors, from the test subjects, escape their shuttle and avoid the explosion after. More people that were alive and under her "instructions" was a greater chance for her to survive, and escape without harm from her sealed office. Adjusting her sitting posture, and work glasses, Lunara continue to type away on her keyboard, inputting all the codes to regain control of her personal administration privilege, over the facility's systems.
Sighing deeply as she adjusted her glasses again, she noticed that more of the foreign soldiers were being killed by a Hunter varient mutate, and something else was caught on her feeds. She spotted BETA, fully transformed and mentally broken, killing several people from guards and subjects that were trapt in that level of HAVN. Lunara was torn by this sight, this finally confirmed that her hypothesis on ALPHA-ONE's marking and the transformation of other subject requires not only ALPHA-ONE's bite, but increase in pheromones to cause the transformation. At last they can achieve production of new NEMESIS, but that also meant that a NEMESIS was on the loose in the facility, along with the possibility of killing all her chances of escape. She immediately doubled her efforts of restoring all the connections of computer, to the whole facility comm-system, in order to warn and guide these Subjects to the only exit in that level.
Date: FEB-14, 2002/1:28 AM HAVN Facility-The Lowest Level: Above the Ground Floor; Tunnel A-9 They progressed deeper into the tunnel, and 2X heard Grinder started to moan which meant he was beginning to come to. That was both a good and bad thing, good since it meant that they'll soon won't need to carry him, bad cause without any medical attention that eye of his, wasn't only going to gone, the pain was going to be unbearable to him. Pig yelled out to Uncle that was still ahead of them, "Uncle! You, guys found anything yet!? Grinder is walking up, we need some good news about now." Uncle heard him, and sighed before answering back that they've haven't found anything yet. Only that their at the A-9 tunnel, beside that it the same crap, nothing but dust, darkness, and quiet.
But they're still oblivious of the danger that was approaching them. At least of all the Subjects trapped in HAVN at the moment, they might be the most capable of surviving the horrors that awaits them...
Date: FEB-14, 2002/1:30 AM HAVN Facility-The Lowest Level: Ground Floor Rampage was walking through the rubble, and debrie caused by the previous explosion. All while arguing with Simon trying to stop him from going after the piggies, from above. But all Rampage said back was to shut up, and babbled about what he's going to do to the piggies, with Mr. Meatzapper, that sparked with energy. Marcus meanwhile was encouraging and leading them to stairs to go upper floor.
Eventually they found the stairs, Marcus told Khaine to go up, only for him to respond, "No! No! Not Khaine! Rampage, Rampage! Worry not little Piggies, Mr. Meatzapper is excited to chop chop you all up!" Laughing crazily, Rampage started making his way up those stairs. Seeking more victims to kill, with his macabre, makeshift weapon...
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ALPHA_EVE MARKING CANDIDATES ROUND 2: EVE CANDIDATE 6
Name: Dahlia Eris Locke. Identity: Black Dahlia. Alias: The Second Black Dahlia, the Black Madame, the Butcher of Boston, the Mistress of the Underworld. Profession: Crime Boss, Club Owner, Singer. Weapons-1.Prosthetic Arm-Cannon. 2.Prosthetic Hidden Leg-Blades & Saws. Appearance-A beautiful woman of fair white skin, with a nearly flawless body, has rare natural yellow colored eyes, and platinum long hair that she styles in a French braid kept together by a silver hair pin, also wear a black furred 1930s woman's berret, ever since her betrayal and near death, she has a few scars on her face and demands that she's given a black see-through veil to hide it, has advance and well designed prosthetic limbs, wears 1930s black sensual dress, a grey coat over it, black lace, black heels, and see-through leggings, completely committed to the Black Dahlia person and style. Background: Her name is Dahlia E. Locke, she was born blessed, possessing great talent, intellect, and background, even at a young age, she possesses beauty and as she grew up, Dahlia acquired a obsession with the modster era, reading books, dressing in the style, and even developed a strong, proud, charismatic, and dark personality like that a crime boss of old. On her adult life she gained a large amount of finance to start her life, both as a business owner and even a entertainer, as she was called on the stage Black Dahlia, but after the famed actress Elizabeth Short, and for always performing in black colored clothing like the old mobster era of the 1930s and up, she was adored and talented a singer that own her own club, called "Madame Dahlia's". Which she funded with money she inherited from her late parents, that "mysteriously" passed away, not only did her wealth exploded, her business grew to great heights, as her club "Madame Dahlia's" was growing in fame and income, taking inspiration from one of her idol, her persona was modeled after the legendary Black Dahlia, always wearing black, a great singer and performer, plus her beauty is said to surpass the original B. Dahlia. But this was only the Dahlia that the public, and high-class of society were able to see, in truth in the dark underbelly of society, she is a notorious and vicious crime boss, who has been taking control of majority of Boston's Underworld with a bloody, iron fist. Underneath her club, the largest and most powerful smuggling ring in the history of Boston was her, and she established it in a bloody path of dominance, killing countless of rivals, enemies, and even snooping police, but those bodies weren't recognizable and none dared occurred the wrath of the "Mistress of the Underworld" as she was called by those in darker side of society. Dahlia even made herself infamous for using saws and powerful guns, to brutally kill her victims, going for the most painful deaths imaginable, she was insane monster, many that once worked for her said, that her truest smile and laugh only came when a men was being torn apart in front of her. Her power and ruthlessness was fear, respected, and envies by all including by those that work under her. But that same power and cruelty lead to her betrayal by her right hand man, name John Steffano, one night while giving a performance on her club, when rivals gangsters came storming into her club and started shooting up the place. Dahlia was hit on her left shoulder, but was still capable of fighting as bodies started to drop around her from dead customers, she saw Steffano was among those that came to kill her...overcome with rage, she fought back and the atrocities she did in that place earned her a new moniker, the "Lady Butcher of Boston". During the shotout, some people called the police, and thus exposing her smuggling ring and various crimes to the cops, and allowing her hidding rivals to strike but after seeing the horrors she did in her harmed, and dying state they refused to approach her, and left her alone in her club, where she drank herself away. This attack left her badly mutilated that when the police came for her, they found her barely alive, covered in bullet, stab, and slash wounds but she was still sitting proudly on a bar stool drinking whiskey, a last drink of victory one can say. The cop saw that surrounded by her brutalized victims of the ambush, and of her own victims, with betraying bastard Steffano, his head placed on the counter next to her, as she drank. She'd heard the cops ordering her surrender, she said to them, "Buddy. I'm literally in my last legs. Let me drink in peace, before I'm drag down below, asshole." Dahlia, she hoped would have died before she was dragged to prison, but Lady Luck seems to finally leave her. Dahlia was arrested and fell into unconsciousness so they took her to the hospital, which she was rushed to surgery and they saved her life through intense surgery and the amputation of one of her arms and both legs. Now she was locked away in a special Prison Hospital Ward, for life, rumors say she's strapped to a bed with a black veil over her face, hence the legend of the Bloody Black Dahlia remains in Boston, once the most feared woman in that side of the Underworld.
Black Dahlia's famous quotes-1."Well darling, it time to go to pearly gates."
2."Hahahehhahaha. That sight. Mutilation. Always brings a smile to my face."
3."Care for a drink, before I blow your head off?"
Dr. Lunara Personal Notes#54: Miss Dahlia E. Locke, is a very interesting case in many ways. A normal if not privileged childhood, with great education, emotional care and support, but she still became a monster. A charismatic, sadistic, dominant woman that made a connection with modster lifestyle, especially with the historic legend of Elizabeth Short, the Black Dahlia. A psyche that willingly turn itself to more darker and violent side of the world, and willingly embrace and thrive in such a ambierment, I believe that Miss Locke, is a perfect candidate for the ALPHA-ONE MARKING Experiment, and I've taken the necessary steps into securing and preparing her for transfer in the future.