The Wilderness

From jungles and desert to derelict cities and the most remote locations. The wilderness houses it all, far away from any urban or rural environments. Most of the activities revolve in this vast land.
== The Scavenger Hunt ==
"Mythological Creature Containment Program Log #1962: We are ETA twenty minutes to the abandoned OutBrig to collect resources to repair damages done to the headquarters earlier today. I'm here with Maxim Cale and Dreamweaver's... Man, Typhoon." The soldier looks at Typhoon who's just happily listening to music.
"We are fifty fifty if there are any Myths at the site, but one hundred percent sure that if we see any, they will be exterminated. Out." There's a clear 'cut' noise as he finishes his recording, now beginning to prep his rifle.
"Man, this was a rough several hour trip." Says one of the soldiers.
" You only say that because this is the longest time you went without touching yourself." Says the other soldier.
"Wow dude, you're really gonna say that with people here?" Asks the first soldier.
"You soldiers could never keep anything to yourselves." Says the scientist.
"Damn straight." Responds the pilot.
Everyone feels a slight electric buzz, not enough to disrupt anything but its there. One of Typhoon's eyes opens up. "Wow, are you guys really talking about this?"
Maxim shudders slightly and sits forward, shooting a disbelieving glare towards the soldiers. Choosing to ignore the conversation he asks, "What was that? Static or something?"
The soldier looks around, rubbing his arm. "I'm not totally sure mate."
In front of them, they can see a huge gust of yellow clouds and an ever looming shadow of a geometric looking sctructure... They've arrived to the Outbrig.
"Here we come, boys. Gas toxicity is rising, so be sure to secure yourselves with that gear back there." The pilot informs everyone in the pod.
The scientist gets up and begins to put on a white protective suit with the black logo on the left side of the chest.
Maxim takes one of the helmets and attaches it to his jacket. "What do you think we will find out there?"
"Stuff that we need, some cool gadgets and some Myths maybe?" Typhoon responds, suiting himself up. "Oooh, spacey."
As they continue the yellowish gas gets thicker as they progress and more wreckage can be seen. The wreckage appears crystaline in its formation. Rectangular to be presice and large entaglement of wires hang over head amongst the large facility, the outlike looks as bad as it was described back in headquarters.
"Imagine what this place looked like when it was functional." Maxim looks over the area to see if he sees anything that looks of value.
"It was the most expensive prison on Earth. The foundation was made of a gold-titanium alloy. Had tacheyon fields. And had the best defense system. Well. It WAS the best." Says the scientist.
Maxim's eyes light up at the mention of tachyon fields. "I'd love to get a look at any tech that is intact. Could be educational."
"Good luck finding any of the generators that are still functional. It's been here for ages and we had visited numerous times. But those fields would be a big step up from that special plastic we use. " says the scientist
"Well we can always try, we have more than enough space to fill! So nerds, where do we begin?" Typhoon says, rather relaxed.
"We begin in the deepest inner workings of the facility. Meaning we have to go through there..." The scientist says as he points a large metallic tunnel. Almost as if they're about to enter through a cave.
"Alright mates, arm up and be prepared for the worst. We're going in, protect the VIPs." The solider stands in front of the group, weapon ready. Typhoon chuckles at the notion of him being considered a VIP.
They hear a woman's voice speaking through out the rumamge. It sounds metallic in nature and is echoing through out the ruined facility. Her words sound very incoherent.
"Dont worry. Those are intercoms. They're stuck on a recorded attention message." Says the scientist.
"Hmm. Did you guys see your visors pick up on anything?" Says one of the soldiers says to the other.
The leading soldier looks around, but eventually shrugs. "No movements of any kind, also, can someone make sense of what that message is?"
"Something about a holding container not being secured. Once whatever got out and wrecked everything, thats the message its been playing ever since. And this was decades ago." Says another soldier
"Are you sure you two didnt get anything? My visor was scanning. It only scans when its in the proccess of identifying a myth. The scan stopped and it didnt pick anything. I'm a little suspicious. Even though we hadnt spotted a myth here yet, its not to say that there are still some lurking about." The soldier express to his comrades in a low voice.
Maxim looks around carefully. "I can't see anything, although that automated message doesn't sound right. If we find the source of the transmission we could shut it off. Does this place have a security hub we could check out? Gaining access to the feeds through those visors would make this a lot easier for us and any future parties that may come."
"We wouldn't know about the security hub. So much of this place is still unexplored and it doesn't help that the entirety of this place is crummbling down every hour, plus it's fogged up with all this gas. The radio for the most part isn't too much of a deal for now. It's in and out for us." says the scientist with certainty. "And with that being said, who would be crazy enough to traverse through a hazard zone like this unprotected?"
"Hey man, people tend to get crafty when they after something they waaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!"
The pilot yells as their pod light shines on a two large blacks spheres the size of the pod they're in attached to brown furs. The yelling catches the attention of everyone on board. One of the soldiers, on quick reflexes, fires at the black spheres only to hit the plastic glass. The bullets ricochet off the window and bullets fly bounce throughout the pod. One of the bullets hits the pilot in the head and blood splatters on the controls and the glass and another hits the control board of the pod. The scientist grabs Maxim and pulls him down to the floor and try to find refuge under their seats. The other soldiers try to do the same. Power begins to fade in and out and they feel the pod slowly descending.
Maxim glances at the cockpit, takes a deep breath and closes his eyes for a second. He then scrambles to a panel on the opposite side of the pod, picking up his pack on the way. “Stay calm guys, I got bored once and read a couple manuals on the MCCP’s vehicles,” he announces to the remaining crew. He then takes out a toolkit from his pack and proceeds to remove the panel on the wall. “The engines haven‘t fully deactivated yet, I can jack into the power board and create a bypass so all available power goes to them. This does mean messing with live electricity and eventual overload of the engines but we should have enough time to jump out this thing to safety once it hits the dirt.” While talking Maxim dons a pair of rubber gloves and begins to carefully rewire the circuit board in front of him. “The back doors have a mechanical release activated by the red handle on the right, Typhoon, you’re closest to it, get next to it and pull it the second we hit the ground.”
Typhoon practically skips over the crew who are laying on the floor, waiting by the handle. "Ready when you are, nerd!"
Suddenly a long thin spike comes through the windshield, grazing the side of Maxim's head and impaling a soldier against the back wall
"AAAAAAAAAHHhhhhhhhh!" The soldier looks down and sees the spike going through his waist area. "Bruuuuuuh....I've been impaled...."
"I fucking see that! What happened!? What did you see!?" The soldier says remaining on the ground
"I...I-I don't know, man....It had some big black eyes...Li-Like a...Likea fuckin' satellite dish....F-Fuckin' crazy, man..."
"My visor is scanning."
"Oh NOW it wanna scans...! Right after I get impaled in ma' kidneys..."
"How would you know you got stabbed through your kidneys specifically?"
"It just feels like it, ok...?"
"That means there's a myth near-" The soldier stops abruptly
"What is it?" Asks the scientist who also remains on the ground.
Maxim brushes the back of his head out of reflex. “Ok, new plan. Unimpaled soldier, snap that spike so not much of it is left externally and try to get him off the wall. Everyone stay low and near the exit doors. Hopefully no more spikes of death or stray bullets happen. Guns on safety please.”
Typhoon basically throws caution to the wind, peering over, he waves at the massive furball of death with an innocent smile. "Alrighty now to help the army guy." He wanders over to the guy and with a strong kick, breaks the spike off and helps the soldier up. "Now what?"
"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh..." The soldier slides slowly down to the ground as he blood begins to seap out his wound
The other soldiers activate a futuristic dial on the side of their weapons. They simply turn the dial and the dial disappear. "Ok, we're good, doc." The soldier looks over to his injured comrade "Don't worry, my dude. We're gonna help you out as soon as we can take care of this."
"My kidne-e-e-e-e-e-y..."
"You still on about that? It's not like we can't get it replaced!"
"Did your...Your visor...Picky anything...Up yet..."
"Negative. All these gaseuos toxins and some unknown electric interferences are obstructing any proper visual. I don't know what that is."
"Whatever it is....Kill it..."
"Hey nerds! Can I go out?" Typhoon eagerly asks.
"No! We can't! It's too toxic out there and we dont know what's attacking u-"
The scientist is interupted as everyone feels another impact hit the pod.
"Oh my Gooood, what is this thing!?" A soldier says fearful and annoyed.
Typhoon just groans in annoyance and looks at everyone. "Alright I'm bored! Everyone stand up and away from the walls!" 
Everyone loks at each other int confusion but they do as they're told.
Maxim looks up from the circuitry. “We have power back. I managed to bypass the short from the cockpit and get the systems up. I held off on returning power to the fuel pumps as we have no flight control. The main computer isn’t damaged though so it is keeping us the right way up. Altitude loss is still a problem,” he looks up at Typhoon. “Secure the cockpit and I can probably get the controls fixed.”
"Yay!" Typhoon raises his hands up and grasps then together then slowly begins to pull them away, a thundering arc of lighting surges between both palms. "ZAP, CRACKLE AND DROP!" He laughs as he thrusts his hands down onto the metal floor, the lighting surges throughout the pod and speeds towards the creatures outside the pod. High volts surging through their bodies all while Typhoon giggles like a child.
The creature scurries back from the speeding ship and spits a white substance at the pod. Everyone in the ship can feel the impact and feel the pod has slown down some.
One of the soldiers looks at Typhoon in disbelief, anger and horror. He aims his rifle at the teenager who looks at him quizzically. "What?"
The soldier steps forward, raising his voice. "You're one of them! Give me a reason as to why I shouldn't drop you right here right fucking now, mate!"
Typhoon pouts at the soldier. "Don't be so mean to someone who just saved our trip, and besides - It's not the best idea to shoot me because Dreamweaver will know and whatever he does, the big guy won't stop him." He chuckles. "And I could be a Myth or I couldn't be a Myth, you could ask Dreamweaver himself if you want."
After a few seconds, the soldier lowers his rifle, looking at Maxim. "Maxim, lower this pod and lets get this over with..."
"Will do, cheers for the help Typhoon." Maxim shuffles to the cockpit and starts fiddling underneath the control panel. After a few seconds the controls light up. "Right! Progress!" He rights himself and claps his hands together. "We have control of the ship. Not much power and it appears we may have a fuel leak because we have definitely not used that much but I think we can get touched down before anything explodes." Maxim begins to steer the pod towards a flat area.
The commanding soldier looks at the group. "Alright men... Remember why we came here, scavenge anything of value. Keep your suits in one piece, we don't know how toxic these fumes are. Keep contact with it and Myths minimal, but make sure that none of us leave without one kill under our belts. Understand!"
The remaining soldiers and Typhoon cheer as Maxim manages to settle the pod down, Typhoon looks at Maxim with a smile. "You'll be my partner in this!" He says way too happily.
Maxim climbs out the pod and pats Typhoon on the shoulder. "Good. I want to find as much usable tech as possible for reverse engineering. Where should we start?"
One of the scientists looks at... Where ever they crash landed, examining the area. There is a faint path where the gas seems to not reach, he points towards it. "We can start with where the gas doesn't reach, follow me." The scientist takes the lead, with the rest following behind.
Maxim looks around trying to memorise the path they take.
As the expedition crew gets closer to the abandoned site, they notice something odd... Despite the crystaline remnants and the toxic gas, the area they wonder into is shockingly clear... No real sign of disturbances as if the damage was only an exterior issue. Through the gaps in construction it shows a clean interior, it even has operational lighting - if only faintly.
"Maybe this place isn't as abandoned as we thought." Maxim looks around curiously.
While the soldiers and scientists seem a bit on edge, Typhoon is loving this. Skipping along to the hole in the wall, revealing a way in. "This way!" He ever so egearly enters the facility, and slows down to take in the sights. Their assumption was right, the corridor he stands in seems to be in repair. While the metal is still grimy, it has some clear shifting about of dirt and debris.
The rest soon catch up, one soldier speaking up. "God damn it kid you really need to be careful, we don't know who or what is here." He looks down to examine his rifle but notices something on the floor, prints of either boots or feet - he's unsure of. One of the scientists takes a closer look.
"This... Is certainly peculiar, it looks like the old trooper boots that we fashioned decades ago... But by whatever is sticking out seems to have outgrown them.
Maxim glances at the footprint then continues to study the room. "Maybe survivors of the original incident? Probably living off whatever they can get."
"No mate... They would've responded back--" As the weary soldier speaks, Typhoon shouts up, ever so excited.
"Do we have Myths here!? Yayayayaaaaaay!" He hops around before reaching and grabbing Maxim by the arm. "Come on nerd let's get going!"
Maxim is lucky he doesn't trip over from the unexpected movement and doesn't get the chance to respond as he is pulled into the unknown by the excitable Typhoon.
The soldiers and scientists look at one another. "Should we..." A soldier asks, looking at the rest of the group.
"Don't bother, despite being a kid, he knows how to handle himself in these situations." One of the scientists respond, refitting their glasses. "For now, let's find what we can take back." The scientists are led by the soldiers down into the Outbrig.
Meanwhile Typhoon and Maxim explore the corridors, the two begin to notice that the further inwards they get, the more it seems like any repairs that were made was recent... This includes one of the rooms that they stumbled into, it resembled something of a staff room that had been repurposed or redone.
As Typhoon traces his hands on the wall then onto his shirt, he notices that the paint easily came off. "Huh... Still wet?"
Maxim raises an eyebrow. "You didn't smell that new paint smell three rooms back? There's a lot of evidence suggesting there's at least a handful of people living here." Maxim continues to scan the room to see if anything interesting happens.
"I get to make some friends, awesooome!" Typhoon yelps out as he begins hopping in place. Something catches Maxim's eyes however, in a corner of the room, luminated by a lamp is what looks like old tattered blueprints but have clearly been examined.
Maxim approaches the prints and takes out a scanner to get an electronic copy he can examine without damaging the real copy. "Huh. This could be very useful."
"I guess you can lead the way!" Typhoon chirps, leaving Maxim to his own device.
As he looks at the newly scanned map, he notices the marked out areas tracing over the orginal blueprints such as a loading bay and armoury. What pops out to Maxim however was a room with the word 'labratory' faded out.
A bright and slightly unsettling grin spreads across Maxim's face. "They have a lab. It might still be functional. I wonder what they were working on before they were interrupted." The pure joy fails to stay out of Maxim's words.
Typhoon looks over and matches the grin, pointing to one of the doorways. "Well let's go!"
Maxim glances at the blueprints and commits them to memory before heading through the corridors towards the lab.
As the two get closer and closer to the labratory, they notice that everything seems to be less taken care of as if this was left out of renovations. Their guesses were as good as dirt until they come across large writing on the walls, all displaying very kind messages. Typhoon glances at them, reading them out loud...
"...'They tried to play God and lost.', 'Horrors inside, stay away.', 'LAND OF THE C-R-A-Z-Y'... Awww, I want to write on the walls too!"
"I'd prefer it if you didn't contaminate evidence. This could be useful to our research of the place if we ever return." Maxim begins to take pictures of the writing.
It's rather difficult for Maxim to do his job while Typhoon is posing in front of the camera, before Maxim loses his temper - the sound of scratches echoes from the labratory. Nothing else followed.
"Not to sound cliché but I don't think we are alone." Maxim considers the noise for a second before adding, "I'm going to sound like a paranoid wreck if this turns out to be a rat or something."
"ZAP!" Typhoon doesn't take any chances, his hands send out arcs of lighting towards the labratory, sustained buzzing for a solid ten seconds before he lowers his arms. "I think I just made the first electric barbeque!"
"I really hope it was something hostile you just zapped. Some of us have consciences you know." Maxim lets Typhoon know his thoughts on blind murdering.
"So do I, it aimed away from you." He winked at Maxim with a smirk, before pointing to the entrance of the labratory. "Am I going in first or are you?"
"You, so if whatever it was survived, it'll hit the person responsible for hurting it." Maxim replies with a smirk of his own.
Typhoon just giggled and walked towards the labratory entrance. "We were told that we could get rid of Myths, I'm only doing my job~" He said that too cheerfully, but regardless once he approaches, it's pitch black. He arcs lightning around his palm to light up the room but faintly... But no sign of whatever Typhoon 'zapped' into ashes. "I think we're good nerd, get in."
Maxim makes his way cautiously into the room and looks for a way to light it up. "Glad nothing died. Look for a light switch."
He notices a small panel that has a lightbuild symbol etched into the glass, however upon pressing it nothing happens. Typhoon overhears the pressing and laughs. "I guess I must've shorted out the lights, my bad!"
Maxim proceeds to gently remove the cover of the switch and as he does so an acrid black smoke pushes out causing him to recoil and cough. Upon turning back he winces, “Not fixing that in a hurry. Remind me to keep you away from my computers.”
"Don't worry, I always wear rubber gloves when I'm in the facility!" Typhoon replies, while Maxim is attempting to make two cents of the lightswitch. He uses smaller arcs of lightning to sustain a light as he wonders around the lab and it's exactly what you'd expect from a lab: Vials, testing tubes and large vats connected by cables filled with liquid - Well, all but one. 
Typhoon looks down and sees the broken glass and the liquid trail, his eyebrow raises. "I guess I must've fried one of the toys, hey Maxim I'mma follow the trail!"
"Hold on, let's see if we can figure out what it could have been before we chase after it." Maxim approaches the smashed tube and proceeds to examine it along with the liquid.
It's a good thing that the scientists were brought along with the trip otherwise they wouldn't understand what exactly had left the tube, there's a pedastal standing beside the broken tube, it's underlight a dim red - signaling  that something has gone wrong. As Maxim approaches the pedastal, the screen informs him of what was inside. A secret project going by all the names that have been blacked out, but statistics and graphs are luckily not covered up and honestly terrifying... Notes of how the project exceeded expectations and how much progress they made in such little time, all of it was shocking to discover since none of this left the Outbrig.
As Maxim is reading, Typhoon notices a button by the pedastal, pressing it. The screen changes from the graphs and informations to an audio recording. "Whoops... My bad." As Typhoon apologised, a staticy voice spoke through the recording.
"This is Dr. **********, the date is ********** and this recording will soon be cleaned up as to **********. Progress on the project has been outstanding, the others and I ran some... Field tests and discovered that it follows basic commands issued by a ********** implanted on the cranium, the commands we gave it were easy to understand: Follow, wait, docile, hostile, hunt. Commander ********** requested that we tested its combat capabilities, at first we were hestitant but orders are orders, on the field the soldiers spent half the day testing all kinds of weaponry to see what it can resist.
Traditional firearms results were **********, heavy balistics results were **********, mounted firearms results were **********. We discovered a flaw however, the ********** malfunctioned or someone got a lucky shot, I don't know what happened, but it went on a rampage... The soldiers didn't live and the commander left that field with one arm still intact, it fell unconscious right after and we were able to place it back into the vat to rest. I guess having ********** really does help with recovery however... What we've made here, despite the deaths today, was progress... We are one step closer from these being avaliable, honestly, when you stand back to look at it all... It's crazy. Dr. ********** signing off."
Maxim soaks up the information from the recording. "This seems like a super soldier program, but the constant use of it implies the test subject wasn't human. Whatever we've released, Typhoon, is dangerous. Extremely dangerous. Can you warn the others while I see if any more information is available here?" Maxim attempts to download the audio file to his scanner.
"I would absolutely love to tell our friends about what we found here!" Typhoon celebrated, but then spoke with a small chuckle. "If we brought radios with us." He walks around. "They would've told other nerds around here, so would they have some sort of intercom system?" Eventually he does find what seems to be a microhpone next to a control booth, after jolting it back to life with a little electricity, Typhoon pressed down on a button and taps the microphone.
"Testing testing this is radio star! Typhoon of the MCCP, welcoming you all to a lovely stay at the Outbrig. Now I don't want to brag or anything, but the main nerd and I have found a super duper secret program! So we're bringing that along with anything else you guys have gathered!"
As Typhoon trails off, living a radio personality persona and while Maxim is looking into more information. Something looms over the 'radio host', it's hard to see considering the lights are out. But it's large, as it beings to prepare its arm to swing at Typhoon, he sees the reflection in a panel. He slowly turns and looks up, going silent.
He slowly presses down the button. "So, to all my listeners, it seems we have a visit--" Typhoon is then slammed into some nearby panels, the crash echoing throughout the lab.
Maxim turns in surprise and stares at the being for a moment before studying its features.
"That... Really hurt..." Typhoon winces in pain as he looks up, two pale green dots staring back at him. It seems to prepare for another attack, it's movements are predictable enough that when it swung down to hit Typhoon, he manages to dodge to the side - With its arms stuck in some control panels, Typhoon overdrives the electrics inside which cause an direct explosion to the creature. "Nerd, get as much as you can, I wanna play..." He says in a shockingly more serious tone, lighting arcing around his arms as he waits.
Maxim sends a probe into the system to see if he can locate where the physical storage would be kept. "I will try separate the data from the main electrical grid." He leaves his device still downloading data in the background.
The creature pulls itself out from the panel and turns, a low growl emits from it and it lumbers towards him. Typhoon just smirks and zips towards him, rapidly punching him, injecting him with bolt after bolt. "Fee, fi, fo, fum!" He then jumps up and kicks it, once he lands he notices that it's still standing... "This thing isn't any fun..."
It slams down once more, causing intense vibrations along the floor that it staggers Typhoon long enough for it to deliver a straight punch, sending Typhoon across the lab. "OWOWOWOWOOOOOWWW" He crashes into a table next to Maxim, he looks up at him. "Don't worry... I got him where I want hi-- Oh here we go!" The creature reached forward and grabbed Typhoon's leg, yanking him across the lab all while he is sending out massive chains of electricity.
"I am 86% sure I could stop him, but if you think you got it I will leave it to you." Maxim crosses his arms and smirks slightly as Typhoon is pulled through the air like an old sock.
As it swings Typhoon around, he manages to use the momentum to latch onto its back and starts punching into it. While most hits don't do anything, some do considerable damage - causing the creature to scream out, it flails about trying to throw Typhoon off.
"Feels like I'm in the wild west! Ahaha!" He says, riding on its shoulders while 'yehawing'. Obviously this only angers the creature more as he speeds towards a wall and turns at the last second, crashing its back and Typhoon into the steel. He tries to expell another wave of lightning but isn't given enough time before he gets thrown across the room once more, sliding across the table with broken glass in him.
"You seem to be having issues. Time for me to try my trick." Maxim walk sternly towards the creature, stopping in front of it and throwing his arms out. "Docile!"
The creature turns to look at Maxim, piercing green dots staring at him. Step by step, it approaches him but it doesn't attack... It just stands there, towering over the scientist. If it wanted it, it could kill him right there - but nothing. It utters one word, barely intelligible. "Docile..."
Maxim barely contains his joy and relief due to discovering how to stop the creature. "We should really download as much of the data on this project as possible, we are going to be heroes when we return." He returns to trying to figure out where the physical location of data storage is.
Typhoon pulls himself off the floor, broken glass lodged in him. "Oh I've become a pincushion." He lightly remarks to himself, however he notices that the creature has stopped in its tracks. As Typhoon makes his way around, the device on the back of the creature's head catches his eye, recalling from what the audio said.
His smirk turns shallow as his hands spark with lightning, he leaps at it - grabbing onto its head and pumping a generators worth of electricity into the device. "ZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" The creature recoils in pain, its body twitching and convulsing but Typhoon doesn't let go.
Soon the device overloads and it explodes, taking the creature's head with it. Typhoon falls back as the creature falls to its knees then collapses entirely, dead.
"That's what you get... For wanting to play rough..." Panted Typhoon, recovering from how much lightning he sent out.
Maxim stares in horror at the corpse before shuddering with suppressed rage for a moment. After calming himself he turns to Typhoon. "Do you know how much data you've just ruined? It's brain and the chips in it would have helped us figure out its origins much sooner than pouring over the data!" He trails off into incoherent mumbling to himself.
The response Maxim gets is a simple carefree shrug from Typhoon while he's trying to find something to bandage his wounds. "It wanted to play rough, so I did too. Besides that audio stuff you got won't be the last of it, all media in the MCCP is recorded and stored somewhere else. So if we look around the Outbrig, there may be a set of archives that has this along with any other recordings."
"I have been looking, but the probe I sent through the system hasn't got back to me yet. I'm guessing it's a large network. So it'll take time to explore it all." Maxim returns to trying to get the recordings all downloaded.
Typhoon leans against a wall, idly waiting. "Alrighty then, let's wait for these recordings... Wanna play rock, paper, scissors?"
Maxim just raises an eyebrow in response and starts gathering samples from the dead creature.
"Doesn't matter, lightning would win anyways."
Before Maxim even has time to process what he just heard, the speaker near the microphone Typhoon was talking out of starts emitting static then a clear voice. "Hello mates? Anyone from the MCCP here... We heard about the commotion and Typhoon if you can hear this; work on your radio personality..." It sounds like one of the soldiers that was part of the scavenger group is still around, Typhoon cheers and presses the microphone button.
"Hey guys! What's up?" 
"Well, everyone is here with some injuries, turns out the Outbrig's internal defence system was hotwired and turned against us... But we handled it, we also found a hangar with some old craft that the scientists were able to mend - so our way out is bloody well sorted. How's you and Maxim?" Typhoon looks over at Maxim, gesturing him over.
Maxim walks over and speaks to the mic. "Typhoon almost got himself killed due to destroying valuble research data, otherwise we are ok."
"HE WANTED TO PLAY ROUGH!" Typhoon calls out from behind Maxim, the intercom hisses back.
"...I... See... Sheesh guess the kid's durable then. Well, is there anything you need to get done over there? We'll be waiting in the hangar, I'll call one of the scientists to give you directions from when we all entered."
"We need to find the data storage location here so we can take their research back home. We also need you guys to come here with something so we can move a giant-ass corpse." Maxim checks how his probe is doing.
"Oh yeah we should probably move that hunk of juuuuu-- Where is it and what's that hissing noise?"
"Huh. What a way to protect your creations. Guess my samples are useless."
What the two see is what's left of the creature, the bones... Underneath it, a puddle of its own self, dissolving away.
"Uh, mates?" The speaker statically emits sound again, Typhoon comes over and presses down the button. "Yeah yeah just tell us where to go."
While Maxim checks the probe, the soldier on the intercom gives Typhoon the directions to the hangar.
"Well I found the location to the storage location. Seems to be near the centre of the facility. The blueprints my probe pulled up says its in what appears to be the main building for the place. Admin offices, canteen, small barracks, armoury opposite. Pretty much staff central." Maxim examines the prints a little more.
"Perfecto! Let's go there and claim our booty!" Typhoon eeks out as he goes to make his way out, he looks over at Maxim. "Be ready soon nerd, you need to lead the way to this place!"
Maxim shows Typhoon the map. "We are here, we need to be there." Maxim gestures to places as he needs. "The best route would be this way, but if anything gets in the way there are a few alternate routes. Try to remember what you can, in case you get lost wandering off again."
"It's my wandering what brought us to this lab! Anyone else just needs shock therapy!" Typhoon responds as he flicks small bolts of lightning around. "Remember that we'll have to get from the head place to the hangar too."
"Now we have a map, getting around will be easy." Maxim gathers up anything useful and prepares to leave.
The two exit the lab, following Maxim's directions they soon come across a larged, fortified door that's clearly been underfire and explosives. Suggesting that it's been locked off for a while to say the least, Typhoon taps the door and the metallic sound bounces around the corridoor they're in. He looks at the two scanners beside the doors, both destroyed and sparking.
"Locked from the inside?" He turns to look at Maxim.
"Probably. Map says this is the lobby to the main facility. Secure facility with a single entrance. We have to get in somehow." Maxim taps on the door himself. "We may have to abandon the recovery of the drives and come back with specialist equipment."
As he finishes saying this a loud metallic groan reverberates through the door followed by an even worse screech as they begin to open for the first time in what seems to be years. After a couple of seconds the door opens wide enough to allow a single person through before stopping with an echoing clunk.
"Well, let's hope it's not another of those creature thingies!" Typhoon spouts out as he slides into the opening. "Hellloooooooo? Any horrific creatures lurking about?"
"Holy shit. You're just a kid." A dirty man is standing to the side of the door, holding a gun that was obviously raised to shoot now lowered in shock. "After all these years alone and the first human being I meet is a child. What has happened to the world?"
"Ok first of all! You reek... Like seriously old guy, shower. Second of all, you really shouldn't lower your gun at someone you just met. I could be a Myth for all you know!" In response, Typhoon follows up with letting small bolts of electricity race around his fingers. "Don't worry though, I'm with the MCCP!" He cheers. 
The guy visibly stiffens and the gun raises once again. "Myth... MCCP?" The man wobbles slightly before keeling over.
Typhoon waves his hands in front of him. "Woah woah wait! I got someone from the MCCP with me!" He coughs. "HEY NERD, COME IN!"
Maxim rushes in through the door and sees the man crumpled on the floor. He goes to help him up as the man regains consciousness. "Hey, you with me? You ok?"
"Are you MCCP? You look too-" The man notices the MCCP insignia on Maxim's labcoat. "Oh. Labrat."
"Yes, I am a scientist with the MCCP. Can you tell me who you are?"
"Who I am? Uh. Zeke. Ezekiel O'Toole. Second Lieutenant of the Golden Serpent Squad." He salutes. "Is the kid really a myth? I thought they were all the enemy."
Maxim frowns for a moment. "I haven't heard of the Golden Serpents. How long have you been here?"
Zeke gestures to the walls. Three walls are covered in carved tally marks, but the fourth one just has the word 'Forever' drawn in blood covering it. "I lost count."
"Well aren't you all nice and cheerful! We just came here to salvage what we can and then we'll be on our way, but I guess we can bring you along - IF you promise to shower once we get back." Typhoon fans his hand in front of his nose, shifting the stench away.
"We specifically want to recover the data from the mainframe in this building." Maxim begins to walk towards the second set of doors.
"You can't go in there!" Zeke grabs Maxim's arm and stops him from moving forwards.
"What? Why not?" Maxim shakes himself loose.
"This is the only secure building on this site. I locked up all the mo-" Zeke glances at Typhoon, "-yths in there. There's probably hundreds by now!"
Typhoon walks up to the doors and taps them, looking back at Zeke. "More friends! Look I'll show you a trick, it's like wearing a onsie and scraping your feet against the carpet. You build up a little static aaaaaaand." He places his hands on the door and they start to hum, the lights and consoles flicker as the door begins to arc with lightning. Typhoon then pushes against the door and the room goes dark, soon the lighting and consoles come back. "Pop! Just like that!
Zeke looks dumbfounded. "I guess I can let you all in there now." Zeke pulls out a keycard and goes to swipe the lock.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you!" After pointing to the electrified cardreader, Typhoon chuckles. "That would fry you in an instant! Hey nerd, can we get what we need from here?!"
Maxim heads towards a computer still on the reception desk. "Might get better access to the files from here, but I'd prefer going to the actual storage itself."
"That's a no-go. There are too many myths in that place for this small team to handle. I only got them all in there, almost one-by-one, after years of patience and stubbornness. You guys won't handle it." Zeke glares at the keypad and walks away from it.
Maxim begins tapping away at the computer. "If it's that dangerous, I will grab what I can from here and we can get the bosses to organise another expedition."
"Woo! Count me out though, I've had enough fun for one day! Let's get Sir Stinks-a-lot out of here and the computery stuff." Typhoon mimicks Maxim's tapping to an annoying degree. But he looks over at Zeke.
"So when are we going to hear your backstory?" He gleefully asks.
While Maxim taps away at the computer and downloads any file he can access, Zeke sits on a small pile of rubble with a blanket over the top. "My backstory? Uh. Well. I come from a line of soldiers. Name any war since the 18th century and I can guarantee that one of my ancestors fought in it." He fiddles with his gun while he talks, "I myself entered bootcamp as soon as I could. Apparently I caught the eye of one of the MCCP recruiters because before I knew it, I was equipped with the latest gear and sent to deal with any problems that arose regarding MCCP interests. I mainly dealt with riots and rogue myths, but when the scouting mission for this place came up, I was assigned to guard the scientists tagging along." He hangs his head for a moment.
"Sounds a lot like what were doing! Man you're an old guy, but how old?" 
"Uh. The mission was launched in 2065 and I was 31 then. What year is it now?" 
Maxim looks up from the computer "You are 54 years old. It is now 2088. You've survived here for 23 years." 
Zeke pales at the realisation of how long he's been on the island. "23 years. I'm 54. What the hell."
"Sheesh granddad, tell me how they used to use bricks as phones." Typhoon jokes but he looks down at the scattered rat bones. "You ate only rats? For twenty three years?"
"I once found some canned carrots. Made a lovely rat stew. I know it's cliche but I am really looking forward to a burger when I get back to civilisation." Zeke's stomach rumbles as if on cue.
Typhoon's stomach also growls. "That makes two of us! Hey nerd how close are you to being finished so we can grab a bite?"
"I've already downloaded everything I can. I have been browsing what I can't to see if I can break the security. I can't so we may as well leave." With that Maxim takes what little he needs and prepares to leave.
"So I get to go home? After two decades? Holy shit, this is hard to believe." Zeke gathers up a bunch of stuff from around the room and piles it into his arms.
"Now we only need to get into the hangar and meet with the others and we can get out... I'll lead the way!" Marching forward like a royal guard, Typhoon steps towards the door and stands straight up - waiting for Maxim and Zeke to follow him.
Zeke shoulders his meager belongings with aid of his blanket and follows behind Maxim as they all leave the facility. "So... how's the world faring since I left it?"
"MCCP are overtaking, Myths are shaking, change is in the making! It's going all well, besides a few hiccups but I don't play with politics!" Typhoon rhymes as he walks down the corridoors and hallways, eventually coming across two large doors with a ship icon painted red on the right panel. "This must be where they are!"
He spots a small intercom device on the far left and approaches it, pressing down a button and blowing into the mic. "PFFFT HELLOOOO?"
The intercom responds. "Jesus Christ mate! We're here, don't do that again." Seems like the soldier on the other end isn't so pleased to the sudden pseudo static Typhoon made. The doors hiss and slide open, revealing the hangar.
A large bay with chunks of wall and ceiling missing, there are a multitude of aircraft all lined up inside a yellow square painted on the floor - the repair bay. They all have parts missing from it, panels, electronics, even entire thrusters and wings, all donated to the aircraft that is going to get everyone out. A VTOL style ship with missmatched panels from both colour and durability, engines are humming as the scientists are working on a few last minute repairs. The soldier from the intercom approaches the three, welcoming them back.
"So, I see you got a new friend, along with what you needed?" He looks at Zeke for a moment then his eyes shift to Maxim, expecting an answer while Typhoon skips by them - Off to inspect the VTOL.
“We recovered some valuable data and an aging soldier. You guys get anything useful?” Maxim walks towards the VTOL to assist with repairs.
Zeke leans in to one of the soldiers. “Do I really look old?”
"I plead the fifth." The soldier simply responds, he turns and approaches the VTOL. "And besides this hangar, we didn't come across anything interesting - Everything is locked up and the scientists don't have the knowhow to deal with it, that and we had shortages..." He looks at Typhoon who only smiles and shrugs.
Maxim helps the scientists reattach the last access panel and dusts his hands off. “Once Tyrese gets the frequency for the cargo pod dialled in and the route home loaded up, we are good to go. Secure all goods into the pod now.” He motions to the slightly battered cargo pod landed nearby.
Zeke puts his blanket-bundle of belongings into the cargo pod and enters the VTOL before strapping himself in. “There is so much I need to catch up on when I get back. Missed food, missed TV, missed... other things.” He motions with his hands to imply sleeping with someone. “Did I miss any decent movies?”
"Eh, they're all hit and miss - Besides why watch movies when I'm all the entertainment I'll ever need!" Typhoon sits down on the opposite side and pulls out a set of cordless headphones, sliding them on, he presses a small button and the others can faintly hear music.
"Don't worry, I'm sure Jonas could catch you up as well as The Administrator." One of the scientists reassures Zeke as he passes by into the cockpit. "Maxim, I'll need your help up front with dialing - We got most of the essentials dealt with but calibration issues due to the gas."
Another soldier sits down and cleans his gun with his sleeve. "So... Did we get anything of value to actually repair the headquarters?" He looks at another soldier who shrugs.
"Hell if I know mate, you'd have to ask Maxim or Typhoon." The two look at Typhoon who's humming away, sighing.
Maxim doesnt look up from his calibrations but replies anyway, “We recovered intel. The areas we looked at had little in the way of debris to sift through. This place is a lot more intact than expected.”
”There are some more broken up areas in the south of the facility. You’d get plenty of scrap metal and other assorted junk down there.” Zeke taps his foot on the floor.
”We appreciate the offer, but I think we’ve been here long enough, you especially. I vote going back with the intel and new-old recruit.”
"Aye, I'm getting bored here." Typhoon chirps up, calling from inside the VTOL.
There's a collective agreement from the soldiers and scientists, as they all get inside and seated.
Maxim finishes up the calibrations and takes a seat behind the pilot. “Ok, I think we are ready to leave. Everything is finished up.”
Zeke finds the seat furthest away from Typhoon and gets himself comfortable. “Oh, in case you weren’t aware, there are guardians patrolling the skies around here.”
Maxim winces slightly. “We are aware. Any ideas how to get around them?”
”If you head northeast until you’re at least a mile out from the facility perimeter, you should avoid them as they dislike that area. Only problem is that there are some strong air currents that will cause a lot of turbulence.”
"I could zap them like before." Typhoon offers, however one of the scientists looks at him.
"And risk short circuting our escape? No thanks. I think we'll have to risk the turbulence, which is less than ideal."
The hangar doors begin to creak open, dust and debris being swept away by the gusts of winds. The turbines and jets on the VTOL begin to warm up, a loud rumble being audible. Its wings slightly angle and it slowly rises, hovering out of the hangar - the pilot lines up the internals compasses with Zeke's directions, and with a press of a button and a flick of a few switches. The jet engines increase in volume and the crew feels it speeding off, the g-forces pulling them to one side.
Maxim looks to Zeke. “So how did you find out about these Guardians and the turbulance?“
Zeke hangs his head a little. “Originally I survived with two others. Aldbridge died after a month thanks to a surprise myth attack, it was then I started rounding them up and locking them in the main building. Hammond made a couple escape attempts after we’d been there about a year. Rigged up a little powered one-man glider and promised he’d get the MCCP to return for me. The first few attempts were ruined by those Guardians, he barely survived each time. Eventually after watching the skies for a few months he realised they left the northeast alone and made an attempt that way. The winds plowed him straight into a building and he fell to his death while I watched. I didn’t try leaving after that.”
"At least you had the forsight to wait until you got help and besides, this isn't a small glider." One of the soldiers respond.
"We still should be careful, the wind might not be the only reason those Guardians stay away from this area." A scientist retorts, eyes focused on the navigational instruments. The VTOL manages to reach up to the safe area, but Zeke wasn't wrong about the winds. Almost immediately, they are swung and battered by the strong winds. While everyone else slightly panics, Typhoon is just tilting his head in direction to the wind - giggling.
Maxim turns in his seat and looks to Typhoon. "Don't suppose your mastery over lightning extends into full weather control?"
"Nope! That's just Mother Nature being hissy!" As he says that as the winds attempts to throw it into the nearby buildings, the pilot struggles to retain control as the wings clip the buildings. Thankfully, the winds soon let up as they get far enough to also avoid the Guardians. There is an audible sigh of relief as the crew makes their way back to Headquarters.
Zeke visibly relaxes into his seat. "Holy shit. I'm going home. This is awesome."
Maxim gets himself comfortable for the journey ahead. "You sure are. Hope the modern world agrees with you."