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[Phantom]

"The first battle I served in I worked as a scout, and I sabotaged a hell lot of enemy stuff, and blew up one of the tunnels the NOD Montauk uses. Then again during that battle a vehicle crushed my left leg to a bloody pulp. So I had to replace it with a robotic one. But that doesn't mean I'm a robot.

And look at this."

Phantom removes one of his shoulder plates and shoots at it. The bullets ricochet off somewhere into the forest.
He puts it back on.

[ToonyMan]

"Cybrid?"

[Phantom]

"Cyborg. Really the robotic leg is the only kind of artificial improvement to my body."

[Hoborobo234]

Mustafa, staying quiet all this time, was appalled that such honorable humans would bicker like this.
 "Come on!" He shouted, quieting the pair, "We must find these other humans and find a way out of this maze." He strode on with a determined pace carefully batting any vines out of his way. He walked on quickly, the faint sense that the others were following behind him. At this point his foot hit something harder, the air became warmer and the trees had seemingly disappeared. He continued walking, seemingly unaware of the environment changing so suddenly. He stopped, noticing the lack of footsteps behind him. He pivoted on one foot and turned back at the others. It was then that the sheer sudden-ness of the change.
 He saw what looked like a wall of forest which bordered onto an arid, orange desert. Every tree and creeper stopped at an invisible line. Turning around some more, Mustafa saw that this desert seemed to carry on for miles to the south and the north, bordered by only a very faint black line. To the west, the desert spread on to the horizon the only punctuation was a tall lump that could be a mountain miles and miles away. He turned back to the forest wall, mouth agape, and saw the rest of the group huddled by the trees in awe.

[Faden]

Isolde wriggled out of the roots after nearly an hour, covered in terracotta dust. She touched her hand to her dress, and both she and the dress were once more immaculate. Ten charges left, she thought.
The air was dry, her throat was sore, but she never carried water with her, when it was so plentiful; wells, ditches, ponds. None of which were present in this strange new place.
She turned in a circle, surveying the terrain.
Just the dry air, a red sky, a sea of dirt, and the tangled roots behind her. It was a strange construction, obviously made of dead wood, yet the roots extended into the ground, and twined around each other.
It was as large as a mountain, and nesting on top was a demonic bird, asleep.
Isolde carefully began to climb, knife at the ready.

[Phantom]

Eh, I have nothing to do an dI'm just doing this for no reason.

Phantom sucessfuly tinkers with his disc grenades, albeit with a few shocks and near-death detonations.
He begins to head off in the opposite direction of Mustafa, saying:
"Ah screw this, I think a I heard a few shouts and screams this way. Maybe I can save 'em. All who want to come just follow."
Phantom reloads his Pulse Rifle, and heads off to the east, towards what he assumed was another area. Once again with a pillar of smoke.

Meanwhile, a ways off from the group, and notices something sticking out in the bushes.
It was a heavily wounded Light Infantry soldier.
Despite being unconscious and bleeding heavily, Phantom decides to haul him to his destination, leaving a few drops of blood in the path he traveled in.

A little ways off, he stops to take a look at something rustling in some nearby bushes, again ignoring his sense of danger.

[ToonyMan]

I'm going West then.  What's to the West guys?  My imagination is low because I'm tired.

Unless somebody said what West looked like, then we will go there.

[Hoborobo234]

The west is a arid desert of dusty vibrant orange rock.  Mustafa stood out against it, a white pillar against harsh surroundings, his eyes scanned the horizon mainly focusing on the mountain in the distance.
"I'm going this way" said Mustafa loud enough for others to hear. He strode off, determined, into the empty sea of hot, dry air. The thing, stumping after him, shouted about going with the others and finding his way back home.
 The wizard hurried along after.
"Most strange" he said quizzically, "The way the geography to change so rapidly. It must only be magic!"
"You think" said Mustafa uninterested.
 It took a long time, never did the sun move, but they grew hungry and thirsty as the time grew on. It became apparent that they were following a path, little more than a bit more of the rock that was slightly more eroded, it also became apparent that the Mountain in the distance was not quite a mountain, something more, it's natural outline was modified and changed by lines and right angles. Platforms and ledges. But it was still some way away and no details could be made out

[ToonyMan]

Sounds like a giant industrial fort to me.

[Phantom]

Phantom, not giving a damn what is happening, continues walking in his direction.
He comes across a path, after walking what he assumed was 5 miles.
It was very peculiar.
When the path goes south, it quickly changes into an artic area, and then the path goes east over a large lake.
In the northern area of the path, it quickly turns into desert and the path soon takes a sharp turn west going through a very large canyon and into the mountains.

Phantom had chose to go north.
He struggled in the canyon and had almost suffered death many times, same for the unconscious man he was carrying.
He continued, avoiding daemons and large scorpions and snakes along the way.
Phantom had encountered numerous individuals, including a man bleeding to death who he had sympathies for. Most of those individuals had died. All except three, which was a group he tried to stay with and escort through the canyon. They were separated when they decided to check out a cave, and then a rockslide hit.

When Phantom finally made it out, he only had three simple words to say about that canyon, and this maze.
"Fuck. This. Place."
And he soon continued west into the mountains. Unaware of the group of daemons stalking him.

[Rashilul]

Sikeludos woke up. He was sitting in a small cave, nestled near the edge of the forest. Stepping outside, he surveyed his surroundings again.
He was standing in a small clearing in the forest with a small stream leading down into a pond.
To his right he could see an odd creature drinking from the pond. It had dusty orange colored scales lining its body, a long neck leading up to a bird-like head with two, large, amber colored eyes, what appeared to be a fleshy beak, and horns starting from the back of its heads and leading forwards past its mouths before curving upwards, two long, forward facing legs with extremely wide, clawed feet, and a lanky tail falling behind it. It was about 10 feet tall and 15 feet long from head to tail. It looked up and saw him. It stood up and started to honk loudly. Sikeludos half-started to run away, but his curiosity took hold of him and he stood his ground. Seeing this, the creature reared backing and started making hissing noises instead. Four flaps on it head stood up, forming a large dish. These flaps were a vibrant shade of red, unlike the rest of its body. Inside its mouth, Sikeludos could see what must have been around 100 flat teeth, those of a vegetarian, he thought. It had no tongue.

Sikeludos determined that he was going to catch this creature. Out of his hood, he pulled a long rope with two weights on either side. He spun it around several times, then threw it at the legs of the creature which was now turning to flee. The rope was entangled with the creature's legs, tripping it when it started to run. Sikeludos quickly brought out a sack and jumped onto the creature, pulling the sack over its head and tying shut the opening. It took a quarter of an hour for the creature to finally stop thrashing. He stepped forward and took the sack off of its head. When it saw him, it started to hiss again, ignoring any attempts he made to sooth it. He sighed wearily and took out a rope, fastening it over the creature's head. "I will call you... Veshbungek," he said. With that, he walked, followed by the quite obviously angry creature, to the western desert.

[Phantom]

Phantom simply continues walking, ignoring the occasional cave or way down.
Although he did choose to pick up a snake, not really planning to do anything with it.
That and it hissed every time a demon was near, so he just decided to keep it and ignore the occasional bite at the face mask.

The rushing started when the daemons following started to become more bold and attack him outright.
All he did was run, occasionally stopping to drop the unconscious man he was carrying to take a few potshots at them. Only a few times he managed to actually cause damage to a daemon, and all he did was graze the eyeball of one, and shoot the joint of a leg of another.

So he just sucked up his pride and ran the hell away, into a flat area of the mountain with many rocky outcroppings. A rocky outcropping that made an arch connected to another flat area of the mountain with not outcroppings, just a cliff looking out towards the desert. Phantom decided to stay in the clear flat area, and he observed the area below with some binoculars. He noticed 2 people down below, walking towards what he assumed was a building made into a mountain. His mountain was a fair distance away and it was possible they may have not even seen it, but he tried to attract them with a few pulse rifle bursts and shouts of "HEY! OVER HERE!".

Phantoms Inner Thought: Well, this is useless and they probably can't see or here me. Damn this goddamn tan armor. Who the hell thought wearing tan armor was good while the majority of our forces fought on blackened ground, tiberium exposed areas or even in the damn artic!?

[Rashilul]

Sikeludos rubs an odd bump on his head and wonders if those people he saw before are dead.

[Hoborobo234]

Mustafa, the mole and the wizard continue into the Red barrens.  As they approach the Mountain, it becomes apparent that it has become, or in the process of becoming, semi fortified. Busy around the base of the Mountain are humanoid fugures although it is not certain that they are Human, it can be perceived that way. Mustafa stopped.
"Wait," He said almost interested, "they appear to be human."
"Other Humies?" Said the Ratman, "I thought Humies were us?"
"Yes, but the shaman at the crater said that others were coming, perhaps they are."
"Weee, other humies and all with powers I think"
"Yes but where did they get all this material?" , this was the wizard, "Surely they would not be able to haul all this wood and stone all the way from the Forest?"
"These are people with powers. You never know what they are capable of." Said Mustafa, now striding towards the Mountain.

[ToonyMan]

Be civil, but not too civil.