Fan Fiction / Ah My Goddess Fan Fiction ❯ DOOM: Hell At Nekomi ❯ The R.R.T.S is Dispatched ( Chapter 2 )

“Sarge, you're being requested on comms” a marine said as he stood in the doorway of his superiors room “alright, soldier” said the sergeant as he turned to face him, he was partly bald, because of the marine haircut, he also had some tattoos on his back and was wearing a pair of marine issue cargo pants. He pressed a switch and stuck his earpiece on his ear. “Good evening sir” “evening sergeant” came a voice from the other end “what is it sir?” “Twelve hours ago, at the Odolvai research facility underneath the Nekomi technical institute, we lost contact with the scientist's who were doing some research. Some one ordered the containment protocols 7.1\3/a.b\3 put into place. Your job is to enter the station and contain the situation. The Station is locked down, the threat is as yet unidentified, should efforts of containment be endangered, eliminate with extreme prejudice” “Sarge” sighed and said “orders understood” there was a tinge of confidence when his superior said “good hunting, soldier”, ending the transmission. He sighed and thought to himself, great, I'm now supposed to go there and risk my men's lives, ah well. He pushed his chair back, took in a deep breath and stood up, putting a shirt on as he went about contacting his soldiers “Duke, get everyone, tell them to get geared up and meet me at the chopper ASAP” “yes sir” Duke said as he hung up the transmission.

 

Back at the facility, two people were hiding away in a room, huddled together, scared shitless. “Keiichi, are you sure we're going to make it?” she whispered before “keiichi” was grabbed by the head and taken into the air ducts by one of the creatures “KEIICHI!!” she cried out as she heard him scream, yell “PLEASE GOD NOOO” and then silence. Blood started dripping to the floor, creating puddles. She dropped to the floor, put her head in her hands and cried.

 

Sarge stood at the landing pad of the helicopter, near the door, waiting. Soon the doors opened, and out came a group of about six guys. “Alright, lets go” he said as they headed into the helicopter. As they entered the chopper, they grabbed some guns from the racks. “R.R.T.S Special Ops clearance verified” a voice said before Duke grabbed his rifle “handle ID, Duke” “say ma name baby” he said, listening to the computer “handle ID: Destroyer” said another as an African-American man grabbed a Chain-gun from its holder and sat down on the bench saying boldly “Daddy's home”. Another grabbed an automatic shotgun which said “handle ID: goat” another had two sub-machine guns which said “handle ID: the kid” “the kid?” he asked dryly. Sarge was standing next to the choppers open door looking out, before he said “are we alright to go?”. A hand was on his, stopping him from closing the door. He turned and saw another, one he didn't really want on the mission. They looked at each other for a minute before the other man climbed in and grabbed his Heckler and Koch G36 assault rifle out from the holster which said “handle ID: Reaper”. He sat down on the seat and loaded his rifle. “Let's go” Sarge said as he smiled and sat down, grabbing his gun as he did “handle ID: Sarge”. They buckled up their restraints and the kid spoke up, nervously saying “I can't believe we're going through the ark”. Duke smiled and said “trust me, you'll love it”. “Alright, take us up” Sarge said into his comm. Unit. “R.R.T.S. one is away” said the pilot as they lifted off. The helicopter flew through the night, until they approached the ark: an old portal. The helicopter was broken down into molecules and atoms and eventually put back together as solid shapes and mass. They had arrived at the landing pad out the front of the main college building. The helicopter landed and Sarge was the first to speak “game time” as they disembarked to the front entrance