[Back post] Adventures in Zombieland Part 1

Posted on 11 Dec 2022 @ 5:16pm by Lieutenant JG Faith Benson & Captain Mazal Falk & Ensign C'Tirr K'Ruuras & 2nd Lieutenant Cassandra Mathews

2,825 words; about a 14 minute read

Mission: General Sim Postings
Location: Holodeck 3
Timeline: Prior to deployment

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Cassandra hadn't forgotten the note left to her by Faith. The officer who had come to do the interview for the assault that had taken place a week or so ago. Cassandra had to admit she was feeling world's better. She snuggled herself deeper into the safety of her brothers embrace. She knew it wasn't healthy to be climbing into his bed at this age, but she had had that nightmare again. It had felt so very real. So she had done the only thing she could think of. It was silly. She knew that in reality his presence hadn't saved her the agony at Rhys's hands over a year ago, nor did he save her from her near death a week ago. It was a child's wish to feel safe and she knew it. The worst thing was that the illusion of safety was shattered and mostly she came to his bed just because it was better than being alone with the truth.

C'Tirr had laid in bed pretending to sleep after awakening upon Cassandra's first stirrings as she had started to wake up.

After much procrastinating she forced herself to wiggle free from the bed and start getting ready for the day. Gym, shower, and when she stepped out from her room all dressed for the day in her tactical gear. C'Tirr was back from his morning excursions and had tea and breakfast ready. "Today is the day. Zombies on the holodeck. You excited?" Cassandra asked as she grabbed up her cup of tea and slurped it down with excitement. The toast was gone just as fast. Cassandra had been busting balls in physical therapy for those stinking stab wounds just to be ready for this.

C'Tirr sat up after Cassandra had left the room and quickly changed. Ever since Cassandra had been released from sickbay and installed in their shared quarters, she had come crawling in his bed just like when they were little kits again. He knew she was too old to be doing this but it was comforting to know she was safe and close at hand. He had felt the horror and feeling helpless to protect her while they had been at the hands of the maniacal Rhys.

C'Tirr shook his head to clear the thoughts from his head as he heard Cassandra's words come from the common area of the rooms. He stepped out dressed in tight fitting Caitian hunting garb complete with gauntlets. He held a good sized package in his hands that he placed on the table next to Cassandra. "Of course I am but your not. Open it." He said as he nudged the package.

Curiosity and excitement ran through her veins. She took a seat at the table and began to unwrap the gift then stopped. "I didn't get you anything." She said with a frown. It wasn't a holiday that she could think of .. nor her day of life gift. Why was she getting a present?

C'Tirr noticed the confusion on her face mixed with the excitement. "When you see them, you'll understand." He said as she opened the box. Inside rested a mached set of jointed palm and knuckle blades. There was a fitted band that slides onto the hand around the palm and brass knuckles. They are connected to a section with 4 razor sharp blades that when worn and a fist is made, slide forward like claws and when the fingers are straight, slide back into sheaths that rest along the back of the hand.

She just stared at them at first. The gasp came as she picked the weapons up with care. "They are beautiful, but I... I am not permitted... The council of elders forbid me from inheriting these. They are ment for the zyon of the house. Which I am not recognized as." She sat them back down in the box with a frown. "You will get us both in trouble." She excepted them anyway. Taking time to go stow them in her room. They had somewhere they needed to be. Once done they headed out to their engagement.

Faith was excited. She'd actually gotten to get back into doing something she loved on her off time. She'd not even really slept that much either. Getting a couple of looks when walking the corridors until it dawned on people she was either going on an away mission, or the holodeck. She was dressed in 20th century apparel for a beat cop, aka Raccoon City Police Department. Getting there a few hours earlier to get everything set up right and add in a few more surprises to the program.

C'Tirr and Cassandra came down the corridor chatting to each other, him dressed in his Caitian hunting garb with large looking gauntlets and Cass dressed to the tee in her tactical gear. He laid his hand on her shoulder to stop her with a grin. "We're here Cass."

Cassandra had been fiddling with her helmet strap. The little snap kept coming undone and she had been trying vainly to get it to catch. But obviously it was defective. Cassandra couldn't fathom just how seeing as it had been just fine during her last inspection yesterday. When C'Tirr drew her attention to their destination. She smiled broadly, excitement replacing the irritation instantly. She tucked the defective helmet under her arm. She turned to look at her brother. He looked fabulous as always. She looked over herself and asked quickly and quietly. "Do I look okay? I don't look stupid or anything right?"

C'Tirr smirked and chuckled. "You weren't the one who was getting the looks Kitten, I was. Your ensemble looks like it belongs compared to mine." He looked over and nodded towards Faith.

Cassandra had few friends and the last thing she wanted to do was ruin things by looking wrong. Cassandra had never understood human clothes growing up she hadn't worn them much when she could avoid it. So she never developed any idea of fashion or style of her own. Being in the Marines had made things easy in that respect. Uniforms had purpose. So did clothes in their own way. Still. Humans could be so funny when it came to such things and so Cassandra couldn't help but worry. Again she trusted C'Tirrs judgment because unlike her,. He had adapted to the custom a bit easier as a kit then she had. She noticed Faiths uniform and wondered if she should be wearing that instead.

"I think she might have gotten looks too if she wore that from her quarters here. Trust me, your dressed the most normal here." C'Tirr laughed. He smiled a toothy smile at Faith. "I mean no offense at your choice of dress of course Ma'am." He stated as he stood a bit straighter and dropped the grin when he realized he had been a bit too casual towards a superior officer.

Faith glanced up once she heard the doors open, and away from the console. Giving an odd look at the way the two were dressed. Then again, she hadn't actually sent them a criteria and options to pick from. That was her fault. "My choice of dress, is dependent on the story to be played. I apologize I didn't apprise you two of that, or explaining roles to be played." Hitting save real quick but not load as of yet.

"Of course the program isn't going to care about such things, you'll be reacted to as you should be." Saving off C'Tirr's comment as no big deal, "Also there's no ranks here, at least not in the typical sense. This isn't Starfleet right now. It's friends that are suppose to be having fun. Any 'rank' roles will be established during the course of the story. We do need to pick some backstories however. So it's 1993, and an evil corporation, called Umbrella has created a bio-weapon that has gotten out and not under control. Depending on the role you pick, you'll be given more detailed information you get to use. Other roles, will just have to find out or be told. Like I am playing a new police officer just getting into town as a transfer. Suppose to be promoted to a detective. All I am aware of right now is just that. I'm suppose to report in to the Racoon City police department."

Faith paused there for the moment, "Are you two with me thus far? Questions, before I continue?"

Cassandra was looking at the roles being offered. She didn't know much about Earth of today. Less still of Earth of the past. Shed never found reason to want to learn. "I don't know. C'tirr what are you thinking about doing?"

C'Tirr looked over the list. He didn't really see anything he liked but thought there must be something he could do. "Any way we can add a vigilante role?" He asked as he looked over to Faith.

"Well there's mercenarys I guess you could go with. The plot of things kind of go haywire. You'll understand once we get into it. Maybe pick something of a sub-class. Like a mechanic or medic or techie guy or something." Faith smiled.

"Go ahead and pick one you think would fit me best as I have no clue what any of these are. I was just told we were going hunting so I wore my hunting gear." C'Tirr said as he looked over the list on the arch display again. He was confused as to what zombies even were. He was here to make sure Cassandra didn't over do it and to hunt. He loved hunting too.

"Ice cream truck driver. I'll give that a try. Is there a place to change costumes around here?" Cassandra asked. She knew what zombies where. She wished she didn't. But like many things in life she had learned to put fear on the back burner. This wasn't real zombies after all just pretend. Like training.

"Ohh.." Faith even giggle a little. "This is gonna be fun. Without giving to much away. It can look like we're the hunters, or hunting something or someone, but are we? Or are we being hunted." She gave a motion to the holodeck control room across the way of the blank grid. "Oh yeah uh..what level do you guys want the safeties on? I never turn them off, but sometimes I don't have them completely enabled either."

"As much as I like to be naughty. I already put my time in at medical and such. I'd hate to have to explain to doctor Sinclair how I managed to get roughed up playin on the holla deck with zombies. She might think I am unappreciative of her hard work patching me back together. So. Maybe nothing to dastardly this go around if that's okay." Cassandra said as she shifted her little riot shield off her shoulder.

"Alright, then I'll leave it on normal. Though you can still get hurt remember. Falls, stuff like, that's us, that's not the computer." Faith gave a look at the chronometer. "Where is she?" Looking to the two of them, "Oh I did remember I have a friend well..another I mean, besides you two. Or I guess we're friends. Anyway I invited Mazal also." Pausing and giving a thoughtful look for a moment, "Um..I don't know C'Tirr. I guess, well..you know what tell me what you like as a hobby. Not your job, a hobby. Do you like tinkering on mechanical things, do you read medical journals, or just..go with mercenary. That way I'll know where to put you at the start."

Cassandra was excited at the news. "The more the merrier. Besides I thought ya would have met before seeing as you both work in security. Though I guess I don't know every trooper so." Cassi shrugged. "I'm going to go get dressed up. I can't wait to get my hands on a real life ice cream truck. This is going to be fabulous. " and she skipped over to the room faith pointed her to.

C'Tirr thought a moment then spoke in response to Faith. "Well, I enjoy hunting. Running, art and gourmet cooking." He was glad Caitians couldn't blush as a small rush of embarrassment flash through him at the last hobby he stated.

Faith just shook her head a little bit watching Cassandra's excitement, it was cute. Back to C'Tirr, "You know it's easy to tell a blush if one knows what to look for. Besides, there's nothing wrong with that. I love cooking."

Mazal showed up dressed in mercenary clothing, Black BDU's, combat boots, tactical vest, with thigh holsters. Plus her own knives. and a duffel bag with gear. She even had knee protectors on. Mazal had to chuckle when she caught the glances of those watching her as she headed her way to meet with Faith and...

"Well hello there, fancy seeing the two of you." Mazal grinning. Her dark hair was pulled back in a simple braid, and she looked at Cassi and C'Tirr.

"Gourmet cooking? You've got to meet one of my people in the marines, Jo Macapuno, she's someone who loves cooking." Mazal then turned to Faith, "Thank you for inviting me, what is the safety level for this?"

Cassandra had come skipping out in her crisp white uniform with it's colorful apron depicting pictures of smiling popsicles and ice cream cones. The eyes wiggled in there sockets as she moved. She had a tiny pink bowtie that matched the trim on her little white cap. She held up an ice cream scoop and used it to give a playful salute to Mazal. Cassi had no answer to the offered question though so instead turned around to make sure she had stowed her other gear properly in a locker.

Faith gave a glance, "Okays. So that's three that like cooking." Smiling and looking Mazal over, "You're welcome, and as per request, on. I also think I know where you're going to be put. With C'Tirr as either a merc or Umbrella's kill squad."

"Hello First Lieutenant. Nice to see you again." C'Tirr said with a smile. "Sounds great to me Lieutenant. Just let me know what I need for this and I'll get ready quickly." He said with a grin as he raised his hands and flexed his fingers. The gauntlets he wore suddenly sprouted three inch (7.6 cm) claw like blades. He flexed again and they retracted instantly.

"Oh good, glad they are. Though I've gone through a scenario with the safeties at bare minimum. Hurt like crazy but it was great fun." Mazal remarked, then looked at C'Tirr. "You remind me of someone named Wolverine. Those are some effective weapons there."

Cassandra was over at the control pad setting up her ice cream truck. "Yeah but the draw back is he will have to let those zombies get pretty close to use them though.". She uploaded the happy musical selection to her file and saved it. Proud of the damn thing even if it was destined to become a instrument of zombie death. Besides Cassandra had chosen the job in an effort to see the situation from the veiw of an everyday civilian. It would be more challenging perhaps to have to come up with weapons and escapes on the fly. But that was part of the fun though wasn't it? What helped to make it more emersive. Still she got to drive an ice cream truck so. Cassandra gave Faith a thumbs up after her saved file popped up. Retired marine turned ice cream truck driver. Character added. Awaiting confirmation. The screen said.

C'Tirr laughed. "But that's the best hunt. I prefer close combat to a fire fight. Though a good fire fight is fun too." He turned and set his role to merc. He had chosen a sidearm called a colt 45 magnum with a 50 cal rifle. He took 24 rounds extra per weapon. The weapons appeared with a belt holster for the magnum and a bandaleer with the 50 cal rounds. He quickly strapped the bandaleer and belt on then holstered the sidearm. Lastly, he shouldered the 50 cal and looked at the others. "I think I'm ready." He said with a huge toothy grin.

Cassandra looked her brother over and tsked softly. "That's not hunting that is genocide." She teased.

To be continued....

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