User blog:Biocaster777/The dark secret of Quarantia.

= The Dark Secret of Quarantia. == By Captain Alexandra Alcott

''This is a message to all my dear comrades, the devoted followers of the Chief God. ''

''I have to tell you that this place… there’s something wrong with it. I don’t know how to explain it in words. The only things I can tell you is… this continent never belong to us no matter what or how. And the locals, who already joined the MSLA and their demon queen know this best. The MSLA is not our only threat to the mankind. There is something that our local enemies know it well. Something evil that lied beneath Quarantia. And it is far, more dangerous. ''

''My name is Captain Alexandra Alcott, an Order hero. You can call me Alex if you want. And I’m 19 years old. I am the commander of the 5thCompany, 10th Guardian Division. We were on a Long-Range Reconnaissance Patrol to find a “Scavenger” squad that was sent to an abandoned terrorist base in the ancient ruins of Kostroma in Drakunistan. ''

''When we arrived at noon, our divine sorceress, Corporal Monica, said that she is “sensing the great darkness, but it is different from the one of demonic energy”. I was really curious. How the hell that there is any darkness other than demonic energy? “Well, I don’t know what you say, sister. But let’s find out. All unit, get to the building!” I replied to her and order my troops to get inside. ''

''Every soldier under my command are quiet well-armored and well-armed. The personal weapons are standard of the Heckler & Koch: HK41s, HK417s, MP5s, UMPs and our trusty KA-BARs. Two of my men armed with HK21 general-purpose machine guns, one sniper with a PSG1 sniper rifle and one guy with a Milkor 40mm Grenade Launcher. For my part, I was armed with the XM29 OICW, which I would say what it is in one word: Shredder. ''

''The entrance was written with some kind of language. But I don’t know what it is and I can’t read it for sure. ''

“Pharaoh’s Language” Monica had read clearly “It said no entry…” 

''“It might be made by the rebels.” PFC (Private First Class) Trevor said, to which I countered “But it looks too old to be made by them…” Yes, the MSLA did not exist back a hundred years ago, that’s for sure. Intrigued, we entered the ruins. ''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">After we’re all inside, the gate rolled shut, as if some force controlled them! Our demolitionist Corporal Witt almost lost it. I started to feel something strange, but I still thought it is fine. ''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">As we walked along the way inside, what I saw then was a lot of empty, and a lot of nothing, just the stone wall that covered the path. I was frustrated where the hell the “scavengers” had disappeared… I was deep in my thoughts when… ''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">…Corporal Witt almost puked at something disturbing lying on the floor… 

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">It was a body of a Faithful militia. We immediately recognized him by the Northwood R-76 Submachine Gun we always issue at the militiamen to defend themselves from the Dookhies… but there is a bite in his neck and a half of his torso was gone and the mouth…goddamn… it was full of blood. It is the most gruesome death I’ve ever seen that I thought I’d almost go out there. ''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Dookhies?” Trevor asked. ''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“It’s true that they eat human, kid. But they eat cleaner, not in gruesome way like this” Sergeant Major Scott, my SIC (second-in-command) replied. ''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">However, by that time, I can feel that someone is watching us… 

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">And then out of God-knows-where, there was an adult man screaming and ran to PFC Jameson, pinned the poor rookie down and bit his neck. We responded by shooting at the man, shredded the bastard into bits. But it was too late to save Jameson. God, please let him rest in your haven. He was your good servant… ''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Another person came to us again with the same method, but now it’s a woman running toward me. However, when I aimed my OICW and about to pull the trigger, something just passed her with high speed. Her head disappeared and blood started to splash out from her neck. She started to lose her direction and eventually fell on the floor. When we took a look on what was passed by, it was a harpoon that stuck on the wall, with the woman’s head in the middle. ''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Well, at least we know that the Dookhies are actually here.” Scott sarcastically spoke. “And so they do about us.” ''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Sir, what the hell are those things?!” Witt asked nervously. ''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“I have no idea, son. The only thing I can say is whatever they are, they’re seriously not good.” Scott replied with serious voice. ''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">The atmosphere started to become even more stressful and creepier. The “scavengers” might not be able to make it out of here. I could only hope that we’ll not be swarmed by those things or we’re doomed. ''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">I saw something moving. I ordered my troops with sign language to find the cover. After that, I get into the wall in the different angle side, with Monica. ''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Then I saw a Dookhy (he can be seen by his MSLA symbol on his arm banner). He was a fairly slim and short young boy, around 14-16 for my prediction, wearing, camouflaged hoodie with bandolier, camouflaged trousers with a large green strip of fabric bind all around his shin and hiking boots. He was armed with scoped rubber-sling crossbow. And when I watched him carefully, he has a “short neck with long top brown” hair, and the red eyes of the incubi insurgent. For me, he’s kinda cute. But he did still be my enemy, that’s what I have to keep in mind! My lord, please forgive me for falling for the infidel. ''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">The young boy ran into where the harpoon was stuck and forcefully pulled it out from the wall, and then he removed the woman’s head out before cutting off some of the woman’s clothes with his kukri knife and using it to clean the harpoon. But soon, he seemed like he smelled something… ''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">He then put the harpoon in front of his spear gun. Then he quickly aimed right toward where I was hiding. So everyone draw the gun and point it to him. ''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Don’t struggle, demon! We have you surrounded. In the name of the Chief God, you are under arrest.” I shouted. ''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Dafuq? Is that what you Nazis do to the one who just save your asses?!” ''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Impolite like always, parasite!” Scott yelled at him. ''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Well, you can’t bring me to your goddamn justice. In truth, you can’t even get the fuck outta here.” the Dookhy replied. ''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Shut up, you rotten bastard! Or I’m going to blow…” Witt warned tensely before the boy put his rifle down. ''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Relax, noob! Why we can’t just fuckin’ get along for a while?” the boy said ''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Why we have to?” I asked him. ''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“So, you don’t fuckin’ know that the gate had shut itself and locked us inside? I’m the only one who can get the fuck out of here, thanks to my portal spell, but you can’t force me to do so or I’ll detonate myself with my fuckin’ cell phone.” He replied, with the dark joke. ''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“And that’s why we called you terrorist, pretty boy.” I said. ''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“We just don’t want anyone to press our fuckin’ head, OK!?” he countered. ''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“So, since you need cooperation, why don’t you identify yourself first?” I asked. ''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Master Sergeant Kusakabe Shinhoto the freedom fighter desu” he told us. “What about you, Nazis?” ''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Captain Alexandra Alcott, the Order hero. I’m the commander of this company” I introduce myself. ''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Sergeant Major Bernard Scott, Holy Knight” Scott replied. ''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Corporal Monica Lawson, Chaplain and White Sorceress.” Monica replied. ''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">The rest of my company introduced themselves individually to him. Now the cooperation is the only way for us to survive in this god-forsaken ruin. ''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“It’s not what I’m expected. But I’m really glad to see any alive person down here.” he sighed with relief. ''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“What’s happened? Did you see any Imperial soldier around here?” I asked him. ''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“I don’t know. The motherfuckin’ Ancients are crawling on every inch of ground. Two days ago, I barely saw some of your Nazi puppets running from something when I was hiding from another large group of the ancients. Then I heard a lot of gunshot. And next, a lot of scream, human scream.” ''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Oh, God!” Monica said. She covered her mouth with her both hand and relapsed on the floor. I didn’t want to imagine their fate after that. It’s too horrible. ''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">We decide to go deeper and deeper into the ruin to explore it. There is nothing here, really! Rather than what the boy call it “Ancient” we had seen. Damn, it looks like the ruins are built as a sort of a maze or a death trap. We almost lost because of that… ''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Until we arrived at the great hallway, which was I believed to be the deepest part of the ruin… 

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">We were really shocked for what we saw. ''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">It was a massive numbers of something that look like an android (Humanoid Robot) All of them stand in column (Like a real-life Terra Cotta Army). The Dookhie took the photo of them with his cell phone and proudly said “At last! My mission is now complete. The Great Army of Cybernetic Biological Life Forms that had destroyed the holy human kingdom of Quarantia thousand years ago, the legend came true!” ''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“What the hell are you talking about?” I asked him. ''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“I received the mission from my Dhampir commander, she said that I’ll receive a great reward if I go back alive and give her a photo of the legendary Great Machine Army.” He replied. ''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">We heard sounds of movement and when we turned to see… 

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">I can’t believe it… All machines became online and pointed their hands… no, they seem to be a machine gun, at us. The things also came again. But now, in a massive groups, and they surrounded us. Only one word blurted out of my mouth. ''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“FIRE!” 

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Everyone pointed their guns at those goddamn monsters and pulled the trigger. The rain of bullets sprayed all over the place; hitting many of them and making them fall. But these maniacs seem to have no feelings. They kept running and crawling toward us and the crazy machines are also firing back at us. Thankfully, we managed to fall back and take cover in a secret room Witt accidentally found, but that was the only hiding place and it’s only delaying our demise. The only thing I know that time is no matter what we do now; we’re going to die anyway. However, the boy seems to have another plan in his mind. ''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">He opened a small portal; that spell he’s telling me earlier, and pulled me and Monica out with him, leave the rest to their fate. We emerged in the outside of the ruin. ''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">When I realized that he left the rest behind, I was really furious. I punched him in his face and yelled “You fucker!” Then I relapsed on the ground and cried, why mumbling “Why? Why had you let them die?” ''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Commander, stand down.” Monica tried to calm me down. “He might have a reason.” ''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Sorry about that, captain. But my demonic energy is nearly dry, so I can bring only you two out…” He explained before drinking the undine spring water (Monica said that later.) in his canteen. ''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">I knew it then that it was a mistake… “But why me and Monica, why not any others?” I asked him. ''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“You know, girls? Ladies first.” he replied with a reluctant smile in his face, seems that he also regrets leaving my men to die. ''

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;">''<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">The next day, after I went out hunting with the boy and let ourselves knew about each other more (He’s my savior anyway), I spent the evening writing this to you: If you’re reading this now. Please, spread this message to every single of our holy fellows, until it lay in the hands of the High Priests and the Supreme Commander himself. We need to leave this land as fast as possible. Or else, WE WILL ALL BE DOOMED! ''

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<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">The third day after…

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Outskirt of Dominias, Drakunistan.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Alexandra: Shinhoto-kun…

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Shinhoto: What’s u… *Get kissed* W…What!?

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Alexandra: Ufufufufu, I have to tell you sooner. But thanks for helping us back then, and sorry for that punch.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Shinhoto: It’s ok, I know how you feel. Anyway, I have to go back to my home island now. My reward is waiting. And…*Grab the piece of cloth from his pocket. Then put it on Alexandra’s hand.* Here’s my number. You can call me if you want any help. I’ll always be there for you, onee-san.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Alexandra: *Gleefully smile* Thanks. You’re always being so kind. *Watch Shinhoto walk toward his aunt, Yukiko the Yuki-onna, who is there to pick him up.*

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">…On Yukiko’s side…

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Yukiko: What took you so long, sweetie?

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Shinhoto: Just a little farewell, Yukiko-san.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Yukiko: So, Is that your girlfriend?

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Shinhoto: Iie, Yukiko-san, just friend.

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Yukiko: Ah, I see. Anyway, get to the boat. We don’t have much time left. I have a concert tomorrow too!

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Shinhoto: Wakatta, Yukiko-san.

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<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Alright, everyone, this is the short story about my OC and his first contact with his first human ally. And also the introduction of the new player is the battlefield of Quarantia, The Sons of Tatarus (Order's designation) or the Ancients (MSLA's designation).