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[Armok]

meanwhile, the synthetic voice speaks: "Step 2 of evaluation: Observation of behaviour and skills in a natural combat environment."

[forsaken1111]

Something within my mind clicks and I react before realizing it. I dive to the side, rolling up behind some cover as bullets whiz by above me. A man in a trench yells and I sprint from cover, diving into the trench and tucking into a roll to cushion the landing. I see an old Springfield rifle leaning against the wooden bulwark and snatch it up, along with some spare ammunition.

I poke my head above the trench, looking out over the warzone.

The man who spoke before turns to me and says...

What does he say?

[Tarran]

"Ya the new 'Evolutionary soldiers' that them scientists been talking about? Well, you ain't shit to me unless you prove your worth.

My last sniper was killed by a counter-sniper, I need you to bring this rifle and ammo to that man there *He points towards a trench around 57 feet forward*

A normal person could not run it fast enough, I expect you to use your 'evolutionary advantage' and get that damn sniper rifle to him so we can get some damn sniper support!"

[NUKE9.13]

A glowing image appears in your vision: It is a crude diagram of a running figure: 'Think 'Operation 9' to increase speed', says the accompanying text.

[Tarran]

Wake up.

[forsaken1111]

I look at the distance to be covered. This is insane...

I go anyway.

Operation 9

My legs tingle as implants inject a cocktail of chemical and begin to hyper-saturate my blood with oxygen. I drop into a crouch, clutching the weapon and ammunition, and then launch into a sprint.

I cover the distance in seven leaping bounds, much to the amazement of my onlookers. It seems the genetic accelerant is at work as well.. I come to a skidding halt in a muddy trench and lean heavily against the wooden bulwark, holding the package out to the sniper. I am breathing too hard to respond when he thanks me, but I nod to him and then take a position on the line.

I lean against the trench wall, my rifle ready and my helmet pulled low over my eyes to present the smallest possible profile. I see an enemy soldier move in the trench nearby and I take a shot. I don't know if I hit him, but the movements stops.

Just then there is a rumbling sound, and the ground begins to shake. The packed earth between our two trenches begins to split and deform upwards. Something is emerging from underground...


What happens next?

[Tarran]

A computer voice says: "ERROR 17, escaped test subjects in holding 3, recommend immediate evacuation from facility."

The battleground disappears and a man runs and knocks on the door and says; "You too! Get out of here!" And then runs off.

[NUKE9.13]

(Aw, why? Can't we spend a little more time in training? We just entered 5 minutes ago, and you want us not only to leave it, but also the entire building? If we leave now, the plot will not be advancing, but backtracking.
I urge you to reconsider; let us fight some WWI era mole-tank, it is about time for a boss battle)

[forsaken1111]

(I'm leaving it up to you guys. If enough people want I'll override his suggestion for now.)

[Acanthus117]

(I VETOOOO! I have some ideas.)

[NUKE9.13]

(I VETOOOO! I have some ideas.)

(Veto what? And what kind of ideas? Do those ideas involve us battling a WWI mole tank? If so I approve!)

[Acanthus117]

(I veto the dude who interrupted the sim. The idea involves tamed Cthulhuids and blowing up tanks, eating men and being awesome.)

[maxicaxi]

(Aw, why? Can't we spend a little more time in training? We just entered 5 minutes ago, and you want us not only to leave it, but also the entire building? If we leave now, the plot will not be advancing, but backtracking.
I urge you to reconsider; let us fight some WWI era mole-tank, it is about time for a boss battle)

[forsaken1111]

(Very well, I'll veto Tarran's post for now. I may use it later. Post what you'd like to happen in the sim then.)

[Acanthus117]

I hear a boom as mortars begin to shell the muddy earth. I am thrown back by the force of one shell, but luckily, I am not hurt. My ears ring and my head spins, but I manage to get up. When the dust settles, I see a huge metal... thing lumbering across the battlefield. I recognize it as a tank, and i duck into a crater. I pull out a flare grenade, and signal the handlers to let loose their charge, a Thrasher. I hope that the huge, bull-like reptiles can destroy the tank.