Combat's Edge (DMis/Billy)

[DMis]

Just keep running. Don't stop. Stop and you're dead, thought a female figure as she vaulted over a tombstone. Behind her zombies and ghouls shambled to catch the girl.

"Come on!! I get lost once and I find trouble!!" she shrieked making a sharp turn that sent her skidding a few dozen feet between the headstones.

She looked up briefly and saw a stone angel monument. A quick slash of weaponized paint and the statue was split in two. The undead were closing in on her.

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[billybobjoe47s]

((OOC—What time of day is it, anyway? Night? Day? Morning? Evening?))
A portal ripped through the air, and a large, olive green figure stumbled through. Quickly raising his head, he looked around confusedly.
Whipping out his gun after realizing the unfamiliarity of the setting, he turned once, twice. He put his gun away, but kept a practiced hand on his sidearm as he thought.
Chief knew that the new UNSC portal service, ripped from Forerunner installations and jury-rigged into service, could be unreliable. Just not THIS unreliable. Things (and people) that wanted to be teleported had to wear a vacuum suit, a pressure suit, a reentry pack, and an automatic shovel in case the teleporter missed. It was not uncommon to end up in midair, underground, underwater, or even in orbit above the destination planet. For this reason, only SPARTANs, ODSTs, the new TSTs (Teleporting Shock Troopers), and high-level officers could afford the effort to try. And a SPARTAN-II had all of those things built in—a perfect reason why he used them regularly.
But this was certainly not the Infinity. It wasn’t even space—or EARTH for that matter. He knew because of the sky. Not the right shade of blue. A shade he had grown to know after ops work on Earth.
“Stupid technicians,” he grumbled. “Trust them to mess up royally with only the most valuable asset the UNSC has. And where did they put me? Some rural Outer System?”
He flipped on a radio com. “Anyone out there? This is Sierra One-One-Seven. I have been misplaced in a teleporter accident, and I need a return hub.” He waited a few seconds. No answer. “This is Sierra One-One-Seven. Anyone out there?” No response.
Chief resisted the strong urge to throw his hands in the air. Just his luck, he had probably been thrown into a Luddite community—no high tech, like radios or electricity. They were rare, but they were out there—he’d seen a few himself, back in the day. And they detested military personnel—another reason why no one answered the military-band com.
‘Well, better find my way within com range of someone,’ he thought, before taking his first step. His boot caught on a thick object, and he barely kept himself from stumbling. Glancing down as he regained his footing, he noticed a Tombstone. With a capital T. It was several feet across and made of what looked like silver.
‘Puff, Fluffle,’ it read. ‘Everyone loved you—everyone except Fate.’ Strange epitaph... and what kind of name was Fluffle Puff? Had to be some sort of beloved pet, buried by a mega-rich. But that didn’t fit with a Luddite town... what was this place?
A scuffling sounded behind him, a middling distance away. The sound was of someone moving fast. Spinning, he drew his Assault Rifle as the scuffles separated into two distinct sounds. One was of someone running, vaulting, panting. The other? He had never heard anything like it—a horrible groaning and shuffling noise, along with faint screeches. And if he hadn’t heard it, it was an unknown. And unknowns were dangerous. He waited for them to come into view—waited to see the unknowns, and, if necessary, to neutralize them.
‘Just another day,’ he thought darkly. ‘And just when I think that everything is in place, the heavens are secure...’ He cocked his weapon. ‘The whole thing explodes in my face.’
‘Just another day.’

((OOC- What song am I referencing? No cheating and using a search engine!!! OR I WILL FIND YOU! ^-^))

[DMis]

(( Night! Song reffed- Just Another Day by Oingo Boingo))

You idiot! You stopped!! mentally the female scolded as slashes were made with paint freezing a good chunk of undead in their steps. She started to run once more.
The undead lurched after her seeming to have picked up the pace.

"I didn't want to use this," the girl spoke as she brought up a jar of paint that matched the starless night sky. "Everything has fears. And yours are going to reawaken!"

Some froze with fear long enough for the girl to start to run away again. The vaulting turned more into swerving around the tombstones with the occasional slashing of a stone angel monument.

[billybobjoe47s]

As Chief saw the runner come around the corner, it was a girl. A girl with silver highlights, which glinted much like headlights to his enhanced eyesight. She was using some sort of melee weapon, slashing tombstones away as if they were made of butter. And behind her came a flood of undead.
Luckily, not the Flood, just your garden-variety zombies. ‘I can’t believe I just thought that,’ thought Chief as he examined the situation.
She was getting closer, but it was evident that she couldn’t see him yet. So he flipped on his headlight, a powerful bulb that made the zombies hiss and shy back for a moment. It also let him glimpse some sort of grey, ghostly figures behind the rest. Ghosts? Where WAS he?
“Down, now!” he bellowed, his deep voice giving no room for argument. “Down!” He leveled his gun at the waiting crowd, waiting the second it took for her to make her decision. It didn’t matter that he was about to kill zombies and ghosts... or whatever they were, instead of rational, possible things. They were most definitely hostile, they were attacking a woman, and so they had to die.

[DMis]

The new voice and sudden light startled her but she did duck down behind an old large tombstone. The zombies that hadn't been mowed down still approached.

"Hold your breath! Incoming poison!" called the female as she tossed a green pain jar with a small skull and cross bones on it.

The jar landed in the center of the zombies and shattered. A low lying and toxic gas seemed to follow the wind towards more of the incoming flood. Some seemed to melt and others seemed unamused at her attempt.

[billybobjoe47s]

Incoming poision? She was an interesting character. Poison seeped out of a jar, tossed into the middle of the crowd. It seemed to be working, on some of them at least.
But the rest seemed unaffected. “Opening fire!” He pulled the trigger.
His assault rifle chattered, spraying hypersonic lead into the oncoming horde. They crumpled like dominoes. With satisfaction, Chief noted this. Even zombies didn’t like lead.
It clicked empty, and within a second he had reloaded and continued to fire.
By this point there were few enough of them left. “Get over here, I’ll take care of the rest,” Chief barked.
He took three steps before launching himself over the tombstones, landing on one and shattering it. He was now in the middle of the horde... or what was left of it.
He put his gun away and instead drew his combat knife. A punch separated one’s head from its body, and a knife cut another in half, before embedding itself into an eye.
Another fist punched a hole through a gut, before grabbing another one and tossing the two together into another trio.
Noticing the horde was down to a dozen beleaguered zombies, he pulled out his pistol. Six shots sounded, and six zombies fell. Six more shots and the ones on the ground were put down. He holstered the smoking weapon. Apparently the undead were even easier than grunts—because even grunts had guns, and were capable of using them. “All clear.”

[DMis]

Sure thing Sargent Barker, the girl thought as she moved closer.

She watched him take down what remained.
"I see that. Ever think I knew what I was doing?" she replied. "There is a blocked path a few yards away. I was trying to get them all cornered so I could get rid of them in one go... But thanks for the save anyways."
The back tip of her oversized brush poked his chest armor as she spoke.

[billybobjoe47s]

She moved closer, and in a slightly condescending tone, said, “There is a blocked path a few yards away. I was trying to get them all cornered so I could get rid of them in one go... But thanks for the save anyways.” She was getting uncomfortably close, and her weapon—some sort of brush (which didn’t make any more sense than anything else since he had gotten here) poked his shields.
He looked down at her. “I am invoking UNSC Protocol 19854-2. As per this regulation, all humans must assist the resource invoking this protocol.” He deadpanned, “And since you’re a human, you’re included in that mandate. All I need is to ask a question. Where am I, and how can I get to a spaceport off this place?” He had to get to Marchua; Storm Covenant were assaulting that planet in the largest raid since the end of the Covenant Wars, and their fate quite possibly hung on him.

[DMis]

She nodded before dismissing the brush.

"You're on Dimensional Island, Space boy," She replied calmly. "What does UNSC Protocol 19854-2 mean? I've never heard of it."
A slight sigh escaped her lips. "Names Beth," she offered. "Sorry for the blow up at you but I did have a plan."

[billybobjoe47s]

Chief looked at her curiously. Never heard of Protocol 19584-2? Every human alive knew of that... it was taught almost in kindergarten... Dimensional Island? “Dimensional Island? What side of UNSC space is that on?” He gave her another cursory glance. “Beth. Call me Chief.”

[DMis]

"Okay Chief. I doubt it's part of the world you're from to begin with. Heck even I'm not from here," Beth offered with a sigh. "But that still leaves my question as of what is UNSC Protocol 19584-2?"
She casually stood watching the Space Marine.

[billybobjoe47s]

“UNSC Protocol 19584-2 is one of the most important laws in the UNSC. How you don’t know this is beyond me... but it is in regard to high-level officers and SPARTANs. It requires that any human do their utmost to help, assist, or follow said person or persons to accomplish their goal—wait, world?” Chief realized something had been off. “Of course this isn’t the same world! I came here from Reach! And I’m trying to get to Marchua.” He waited for some sign of recognition, but none came. “Reach? Epsilon Eridani? Fortress of humanity?” Nothing. “Marchua? Under attack? Covenant rebels?” Nothing. “How do you not know this? Everyone in the UNSC or the New Covenant knows this... wait...”

[DMis]

Beth sighed and shook her head.
"No dice. Try alternate dimensions. They're out there and well we each represent one of them. I'm from Earth," Beth replied. "But I am willing to help if you still need it Chief."
"I've never heard of UNSC either..."

[billybobjoe47s]

“Alternate dimensions?” Chief groaned. “Trust me to be the one...” He looked quizzically at Beth. “I suppose the question should be, what Earth? And how many are there?
“And yes, I would appreciate some company while I try to find a way back. Heaven knows zombies don’t go running around in my world—at least not true zombies.” ‘And who knows what else is out there I don’t know about,’ Chief thought. ‘Always good to have info on the things you’re fighting.’

[DMis]

"A destroyed one. My home is long gone," Beth answered. "And number is unknown."
Beth nodded. "So you're a fighter too?" she asked as she started to walk