Thread: The End War

Excitedly Sean pilots his new toy up the long, winding tunnel, slamming from one gear up to the next as he swiftly ascends toward the exit. Moments later he spies the large concrete and steel door standing between him and freedom and steadily brings the Stryker to a drumming halt. With hands shaking, he eagerly reaches over and mashes the button intended to open the door. Even through the thick, armored hull he can faintly hear the whine of disdain as weathered, metal gears begin to turn and open the massive door at a glacial pace. Slowly, the light of red lit skies pour in, swallowing the darkness around within the tunnel inch by inch. Throwing his head back against the headrest, he sighs with impatience, fingers drumming idly upon the control panel. The shrill creaks suddenly stop and he snaps his head back down to look ahead. The door has stopped after only opening a few measly feet. His eyes widen in disbelief, having come all this way only to be denied by a damn faulty machine! So..you want to be stubborn, eh? He mutters quietly, a sly grin perching upon his lips. Rapidly tapping away at the controls, he cant help but giggle to himself like a kid on Christmas as he inputs the command for target acquisition into the console. Target Verified says an automated female voice as a crimson red crosshair reticule illuminates over the door onscreen. Ive wanted to try this out for so long! He cackles with delight and mashes the corresponding button, the turret resting atop the Stryker complies and whirs to life. His eyes beam with excitement as he watches the monitor. With a dull thump the turret fires, propelling a grenade through the air with blinding speed. Upon impact the door is engulfed in flames, smoke and debris go flying through the air. Small bits of concrete plink against the armored hull as Sean stares at the screen in amazement. Soon the dust settles, the smoke begins to clear and vaguely expose the aftermath of the blast. Half of the door ahead, lie in shambles, the remaining half had nearly been torn away from its hinge, holding on by only narrow strip of steel. Without pause he mashes another button and drops the plow into place. He quickly presses forward, the edge of the plow spitting bright yellow sparks as it scrapes against the concrete floor. Sean hammers the accelerlation down to gain as much speed as possible before slamming into the remains of the door. When all else fails, use excessive force. He mumbles under his breath just as he plow rams fiercely against the rubble. The plow cuts through the debris effortlessly and door is deftly heaved aside under the brute force as he bursts through the exit, trailed by a plume of dust and smoke. He claps his hands and starts to cheer at this small victory, that is, until he realizes the landscape around him is not what he knew. Shaking his head in futile attempt to clear the cloud of confusion set upon him he reaches for the camera controls. Taking an unsure hold he twists and the camera slowly pans around to bring more of the surrounding environment into view. In the few short months since his last visit to the surface, almost everything had changed much of the familiar landscape was now somehow distorted even more. The twisting spires, vast ravines in the distance, mountains not where they once were, all of these things were new. Spying a something of a derelict city in the distance Sean nods to himself and quickly plots in a new course, unsure whether or not there is any decent human life it may be the only chance he has to find some very much needed answers.