Ark looked around the room , then he pats the puppies head ( which , grant him construct language to the soundex of course ). " You , guys are really helpfull are you ? even in this dark nightmare . And most of all , you are too cute to resist ! " ark said petting one of the slush puppy. The slush puppy respond by opening and closing his mouth.

" So we defeated them ... ( an omnius wind blows by ) and i think i am gonna die.( ark laughs loudly ,sounding like a maniac who has just bombed an entire building down ) Well i guess there is always a bright side of things. "

Preceding down, Quote came across a candlestick keep. And proceeded to groan. "I hate these, especially since it's fire." He started trudging through the darkness, hoping that he could find the elevator soon so he could move on.

After wandering a bit, he saw a group of people by the elevator. Is that them? I hope so, this has been irritatingly uneventful. Quote waved to them, "Is this that group that was going to fight the swarm? I heard of it a bit late."

((I might be an hour till I post again, I have a weird rash that needs to be checked by the doctor.))

The elevator vibrated slightly, as Alexander stepped aboard the platform. With a subtle exhaled breath, he slumped down into a sitting position by the side of the Elevator, the large "?" illuminated on the monitor above him. The Ranger pulled the goggles over his head, as the overlay kicked into life. The red setting displayed yellow crosshairs displaying everyone's position, and where they were most vulnerable. Alexander fondled around the side of his head, finding a button. Upon pressing, the visuals turned from red to blue, displaying a series of Green flatlines, pulsing with heartbeats. Casting his view to the back of the room, his final Recruit's heartbeat was silent & flat.

Alexander pulled up his goggles, cursing under his breath, "Bloody Almire".

He got up, supported by the side of the elevator, and paced toward the back of the room, a solemn expression on his face. Passing by everyone without reaction, even past the supposed new-comer that no-one has reacted to as of yet, he stood before his motionless recruit. Kneeling down, he rummaged inside of his recruit's armour, pulling out a set of wolvertags and placed them into his coat. Still quiet, the Ranger turned on his heels, and walked back through the hallways.

Taking off the goggles, he tossed them to the old gremlin, remarking as he paced past.
"Hold onto these, Ive got to see to a few things Im not particularly looking forward to".

Alexander walked to the elevator, and took out a comms link. Switching on the reciever, he tuned the channel to Recon HQ.
"Hello?"
"..."
"Yeah...I-I know..."
"..."
"Look, just patch me through to Desna, thanks".

He was not looking forward to how this conversation was going to turn out.

"If i were mad, that airhead wouldn't 'ave his kneecaps anymore, now leave me be a sec while I work this"

Jurak said whilest making his way into a corner to inspect the device. He hadn't seen one of these since the wars.

(How did that gutter snipe get a hold of something like this? I personally saw to it the stalkers' equipment would destroy itself)

He thought to himself, furrowing his brow in bewilderment. Perhaps it still had it's....

"Aha!"

he exclaimed to himself, as he flipped the device over he initiated the debug settings to get a little more personal with its former owner
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//PRO_ID_GREMTECH_MACHINE_BETA.
MachineId; CLASSIFIED // Connection: ONLINE
ProposedID[28] = PROPID_MACHINE_28; // Property: CRIMSN:ORDR
Propvariable; FEILDTEST // Type indicator: UNKN
Propvalue: CLASSIFIED // Computer Grid: UNKN
cPropId++;

// Initializing the QUICKSTAT structure.
PropID = "28" // Missions: 54
Kills: OFFLINE // FavWepn: OFFLINE
Speed: OFFLINE // ValueofProp: OFFLINE
Prop status: PENDING

// Welcome Back No.28!
// computer GUID is being translated into defined language
//Queue number for repairs: 14

UCHAR: ANOMALY DETECTED // UCHAR: ANALYSIS-COMPLETE

// CHIEF RECOGNIZED; No. 1400678
CHAR: JURAK // FormatNameBuffer: ENGINEER
FormatNameBuffer: Ex // ReasoningFormatNameBuffer (DECEASED)

Command: >_
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"hmm whats this?"

Jurak said, reading the Data

"'Connection Online?' ...what were you connected to boy?"

He said, engaging the connection, voices came through the reciver before they were hushed and a snigle voice stood amongst them

"28 you were pronounced dead, Report your situation"

With a slight chuckle, Jurak responded

"You made a mistake"

And with that, the connection was severed, finally leaving the device unattached to it's late owner. The device started to beep in Jurak's hands

"Let's not have any of that now."

Jurak said, removing the mini-detpack from the device. It exploded with a small poof, as it was meant to damage the device's circutry, not hurt any one.
He could return it to the ranger now, and tell him he saved his eardrums from exploding. Well, one more thing...

"Computer, command overwrite character ID. Imput character ID, Jackass. Alpha Password."

With a few small beeps, the computer displayed its confirmation
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// Imput Accepted!
//Initializing Password
//New ID: JACKASS
// Anything else I can help you with jackass?
Command: >_
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Oh joy, the voice commnads still work

"Oi! Ranger! When you're done talkin' to you're girlfriend, you're gonna wanna hear this"

Still had to tell him about 28, and his...friends?

"Oi! What the Vog're you doin, sunshine?" A tired and now rather annoyed Gremlin quickly took out his Wrench Wand, sighing as he did so.

If nothing else, it's a convenient distraction from that girl. Screaming one second, winking the next?

Alexander was in heated debate with Desna about the mission's tunrnout, when he heard the sound of blades flying behind him. Turning round, he saw one of the knights launch themselves toward the newcomer. About to hang up, Desna made a remark on his poor performance, making him stay on the commlink to retort.

"My Performance?! It was you lack on intel that got us killed!"
"..."
"Oh no, Dont twist this around, you told me to cover them. Its a bit hard babysitting when you have MULTIPLE DEADNAUGHTS BREATHING DOWN YOUR NECK!"
"..."
"IM NOT SHOUTING-" Alexander clears his throat, before continuing, "Im not shouting, Im just stating you cant pin it all on me".
"..."
"You know they would have died faster with anyone else, they knew the risks of being a Ranger, besides, shouldnt you be taking this out on Intel-"
"..."
"Oh really? How long a suspended service?"
"..."
"Okay, Okay...Look, we-um-I ran into some different enemies, some teched up mercs. Could you do get some research on any mercs that use gremlin tech?"
"..."
"Okay, that was when sorry?". Alexander, struggling to hear Desna was getting annoyed at the commotion. Unholstering his rifle, he took off the suppressor, allowing it to let off its full sound upon firing. A moment later, the Ranger fired a shot straight upward, the sudden sound, resonating loudly through-out the narrow hallway.

"Could you all be quiet? Im trying to have a conversation!"

"Bloody heck!" It was one thing to try to kill a medic; it was quite another to shoot his team, AKA his now patients. Gradus was a medic, and one with a rather short temper as well.

"Vog in his blaze, you're all goin' to shoot each other's hearts out!" He started to point a finger at the ranger, looked at the gun, and decided not to. With a little flash of his wand, the bullet exited the Gremlin's body, and the flesh began to close, but the nerves remained damaged. With another wave, a little semicircle of physical light appeared around him, if he decided to attack again. It was mostly for show; the thing would shatter in a hit from a Dust Bunny, not even mentioning a highly trained Stalker's throws. But the said Stalker had a head injury, and those were pains to heal. More than one Gremlin was still in the mental asylum from hits in their noggin.

"Y'all right? Not going to slice my sternum apart?"

After suffering the bullet wounds, Molpos's mind suffered an Hallucination. However, in the real world, his eyes where closed. "Urgh, where am I?" Molpos looked around and saw what looked like the Hallucination leader. "Oh No, I need to awaken and fast!"
Just then, the hallucination leader spotted Molpos and said "Well, well, well, Molpos the betraying Gremlin." Molpos got concerned and then said "Who are you?" The Hallucination leader then said "Now that would be telling but let's say this, you won't awaken."
Anyone who was looking at Molpos would be hearing him talking to himself...
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Eve looked at the computer she found and looked at all the things she added to it. "Let's see, Spectrum six will be troublesome but, I know the mobs there and their attacks. Some information is missing though, better find the remaining of the books."
Eve walked around the depth and collected the remaining books she didn't read before and walked back to the computer. She started reading the books which where about Hallucinations and how to stop them.

As the delusional Gremlin talked to himself, the probably delusional-by-now Gremlin thought about how to proceed.

Head wounds are unpredictable, and tampering with them is even worse.

Since his medical knowledge would do nothing useful, he resorted to the practical. He calmly walked up to the Gremlin, took a look at him, stepped back, and...

Krakow. The Gremlin was knocked flat on his back, and Gradus proceeded to bind his arms and legs, in case he unconsciously slashed them to death. Bandaging his head wounds, he then turned to the ranger.

"How bout this, if you c'n promise to behave and not brain anyone else with th't gun, I'll fix that arm for ya." Without waiting for a reply, he took out his medical kit; using his wand too much too often had some...troubling...side-effects. He dabbed a little swab of Miracloth into some alcohol-based solution mixed with medicinal herbs, and cleaned the ranger's wounds.

"What's your name son?"

"And Vog darn it, where did the girl go?"

The Ranger turned to the question of the Gremlin who had graciously decided to patch his wounds, while the gremlin he had shot was talking to itself out loud. As the bandage was being applied, Alex spoke up.

"My name is Alexander Harriett. I'm a Veteran Rang-" A tender area recieved some pressure, causing the Alexander to flinch and stutter his words. Recomposing himself, he carried on answering.

"Im a Veteran Ranger who was sent down into these depths to help guide 4 of our latest initiates, on their 1st actual mission. However the events that transpired down here proved a little much for them". The Ranger reached into his coat with his left arm. As he pulled his hand out, 4 sets of dogtags, some covered in blood, were shown hanging down from each of his fingers. Without pausing for any pity, he carried on to speak of the mission itself.

"Our mission, which due to the circumstances, I see no reason to keep classified from you lot, was to locate and retrieve an artifact we believed to be in the hands of fiends up in the concrete jungle. We located it, however, it was embedded into the weapon of that Plague Deadnaught. After complications from some, we had to change our priority from recovery to simple survival. That has now led us to this point".

As soon as he finished, he noticed a buzzing & vibrating communicator going off by his side. He turned to the Gremlin, and spoke a short piece of advice, "You may want to cover your ears...my Superior isnt in a great mood". Alexander beeped the comm to answer, to be greeted by a loud condescending tone erupting through the speakers. After a barrage on his ear drums, the Ranger slotted the comm down a gap by the elevator shaft, the device clanking down the depths. He sighed to himself at the new-found calm.

"Much Better...".

Molpos looked at his foe and couldn't find anything noticeable about it. Just then, he saw the Hallucination Leader picking up something and it looked like a Leviathan Blade. Molpos managed to back flip and kicked the blade off the Hallucination Leader. The Hallucination Leader was extremely angry and opened a portal which would toss a part of a deconstruction zone at him.
Molpos started jumping around to move because of the bounds and saying "Stop attacking me" and to anyone not in the hallucination, they think he has lost his mind. Molpos couldn't see where he was going and if he bumped into anyone, it's not his fault.

Quote, not knowing what exactly to do, decided it would just best to wait at the elevator and introduce himself. A gremlin meander, taking care of the other gremlin and the shooter, as if reading his mind, asked him his name. " I'm Quote, a gunner of reasonable ability, I guess. Who're you?" At least he's healing that gremlin, meaning he won't die. Probably

Quote sat in elevator.

((Wasn't really sure what else to post really. Edit: didn't notice sandwiches post, at least that gives me reason. :P))

"Hold on," muttered Gradus. "For all we know, thar could be more of those assassin blokes here, down thar, or probably even blowing the elevat'r to smithereens. Alex, do ye spot any more of those would-be murderers with that fancy goggle of yours? And even without th't, there's still two people here down for the count." He rerouted some power to the circuitry on the robot, culminating in a small spark of light. It wouldn't make the Construct magically be able to jump around and beat the tar out of monsters, but it would allow it to move, which was one less body they'd have to lug to the elevator and through the next level.

At least the rudimentary backup cells still work.

Suddenly, the Toxigel yelled out that he'd found something.

"How're we going to balance this mess?"

"Well, you kinda shot a guy right in front of me, I was busy!" Quote responded. He heard someone call saying that they found something. Was it that girl...? no, not at all a female voice. "I'll go see what it is that he found."

Walking down a few corridors he found... a seemingly non-hostile toxigel and the elevator. Wait... the elevator was back there. "Guys, there appears to be another elevator!" He shouted.

((short, moving along post.))

The room stank of death.

Corpses lay strewn about the room, sharing their space with the decomposed, rotten bodies of the damned. Death smiled upon the forgotten souls, having consumed his fill of the living and satisfied his lusts with their soulless bodies.

But even death had nothing with which to touch the present company.

Together with the small, pale girl plugging her nose, the Eye of the Void gazed down upon the hapless bodies with approval. This will be sufficient sustenance. The stink of death shall not remain; life will populate this realm once more. Let us out, Gwen.

Gwen knelt down and gingerly touched one of the bodies. Swarm Seed flowed through her arm, and moments later, a new Void form rose from the ashes. Someone is approaching. Keep them occupied until we have finished our task. She nodded and stepped back onto the elevator.

Gwen withdrew her staff and pressed the ascent button. Whoever they are, I will be ready for them.

Gradus closely double-checked Alexander's arm. Even as he watched, the various injuries on it slowly faded away, though the blood remained like ketchup.

"Should last for the battle. Try not to lift anything heavy though; yur not gonna be able to pry metal bars as weapons or anything stupid like that." He grabbed his Iron Slug, and put a cartridge in it. For once, he didn't nearly stumble from the weight.

Guess I'm getting better with this thing, though I still can't shoot for a damn.

"Oi!" The ConstruGremlin was wandering off. "Thar's probably dangers ev'rywhere! We've got a few guests, and I'm all out of crumpets and tea!" He glanced at the robot and the still unconscious Gremlin, then back at the slowly diminishing figure of the other Gremlin, then at the elevator. He looked at the remaining puppies and issued an order, pointing at the disabled duo.

"Direct've 137b, Primary Priority." Each remaining construct's eyes shrunk, then turned red; they were to unleash all their firepower at once at any threat. Considering how there was still a Rocket Puppy, Gradus decided he would want to not be near them when they blew.

"C'mon, let's go. Pretty sure we won't all die horribly today. Hopefully."

Jurak carried on down the hallway, passing by the slime that had been sitting there waiting for him. As his desperation rose, he spied a distinct lack of an elevator, alongside an abundance of walls where it should be. Luckily though, a feminie figure stood was at the end of the hallway. Too far away to make out wiether she had been hurt or not, he called out to her

"Gwen! Are ye alright lass?! We're comin' for ya, don't worry!"

The old man said, with exhubrant relief and a minor amount of happyness in his tone. A crisis averted, her life saved, and his mind secured once again

As Molpos was still jumping around to avoid the Hallucination Leader's attacks, he didn't realize he was going to jump head first into a wall. A second later, he hit the wall and landed on his back and seeing the darkness coming back. The hallucination vanished. Molpos struggled to get up and when he did, he fell back down. Molpos's energy was very low and he couldn't walk, especially with all the injury's. It seems a second hit, drained all his reserve energy.

Alexander flinched as he saw the glint of metal in the air heading toward him. With all his reaction-speed, he averted just enough to have the round embedden itself into his shoulder plates, avoiding any serious damage. He peeked around, and couldn't see any signs of movement, goggles or no. The Ranger hid back behind the wall, and started to think. While pondering at the fact he had no clear Line of sight, an idea struck faster than any round.

Reaching into his coat, he took out the remaining Tracer rounds, and placed them onto a piece of cloth. Removing the caps, he found the materials inside which created the bright flashing. Emptying those onto a seperate parchment, he gathered them all into a single, volatile round. He began loading the modified round into his rifle, reassuring his gun,

"Cmon honey, you can handle this round. Just do it for me, eh?"

The Ranger peaked around, discharging the shot from his rifle. The round flew straight, impacting on a surface nearby the Marks-woman. Instead of resulting in an explosion, the casing around the round broke, allowing the tracer's chemicals to react, creating a great flash of light in the area. The Ranger pulled down his goggles, and flicked onto a Blue setting, allowing sound to be detected. The ranger remarked under his breath.

"You move, or stamp on that to put it out, I've got you. You leave it, the others will see you and I can leave it to them to spot you".

Clicking a normal round into his gun, he remarked with a final word.

"Check".