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Date: 30th Dec, Year 109.
Tag: @Felix Fraldarius.


“Guys?” Hudson called out across the dark and dank woods, his usually loud voice muffled by the thick patches of fog. “Haines? Dell? Valentine? This ain’t funny, man!”

They must’ve been playin’ a trick on him, man. He’d turned ‘round one second - one fuckin’ second - finding ‘em gone when he’d turned back ‘round again. Gone like a girl’s virginity on Prom Night, his old Sarge would’ve said with a laugh. Oh, man. Did Hudson miss Apone, man. Even when he’d given him those shitty grunt jobs.

The Sarge would’ve led him outta this fog, but instead he was wrapped up in some spider web - a cocoon, man - with a bug inside him, unless it’d burst outta his chest by now. After everythin’ that’d happened to Hudson, he had no fuckin’ clue whether time worked right these days. Part of him still figured this was a dream - maybe a coma - that he hadn’t woken up from yet, man.

A loud crack - like a big twig snapping - rang out across the hushed woods, causing him to heft his pulse rifle up into his arms, which he pointed at swirling tentacles of fog. He stared bug-eyed around himself, his forehead hot and sweaty under his helmet. His armor seemed to gain a hundred pounds, man, threatening to make it impossible if he had to run, man.

“Yo?” he yelled, struggling to keep his voice steady. “Rook? Hardman? Quit messin’ already!”

Another big twig crack. This time several fuckin’ feet behind him.

He snapped ‘round to look, but saw only billowing banks of fog. What if there was somethin’ out there in the woods, man? Somethin’ worse than the motherfuckers that’d been on that rock? What if they’d killed Haines and Dell and the rest of ‘em? Oh, man. Oh, shit. He was on his own! What the fuck was he gonna do now!? What was he gonna do!?

Struggling to keep his breathing steady, he blundered on through the dense fog, holding the pulse rifle at chest level. He found himself splashing blindly into puddles, mud sucking and slurping at his boots. It was hard to pull his feet outta them. What if he got stuck in the mud, man? What if the thing came after him then, man? He was fucked! He was doomed!

He grimaced at the stink of dirty, stagnant water and slimy weeds, flashing back to that gag worthy stench down in the sub-level. There’d been an undertone - like there was now - that’d had the hair standing up on the nape of his neck, making him conjure up yellowed bones and flesh.

Another crack. This time only a couple centimeters behind him. A couple centimeters, man!

“Aaargh!” He burst into a sprint, stumbling blindly through the churning fog.
 

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Why the hell was he here, again?

Felix had heard the stories of the Dednear Woodlands. Heavy fog. Dangerous creatures. Lurking, looming castles that apparently belonged to no one. Some kind of shrine, apparently? All interesting stories, really. They reminded him of ones that Glenn would tell on the long treks back to their territory with every intention of scaring his little brother to tears for his own amusement. And like the ones that his long-gone older brother had told, they were just that: stories.

He'd been here for over an hour now, wandering aimlessly with his hand tightened around the hilt of his sword, and he had seen absolutely nothing. At the very least, he'd expected to find some kind of... something to pop out at him. He wasn't the type to itch for a fright -- far from it, really -- though he had to admit that the thrill of coming across something potentially dangerous was a little exciting. He didn't hunger for war, nor did he want for bloodshed. He didn't want to hurt anything. He simply wanted to see if the rumors were true. And so far... nothing.

Typical.

Felix breathed a sigh as he pushed his hair back with his free hand. Might as well start making his way out of here at this point. It was nearing a later hour anyway, and despite himself, he'd been trying to get home earlier these days. Lest anyone ask him what the hell he was up to. That was far easier said that done, given that it seemed almost impossible to make heads or tails of anything with the density of the fog. He practically had to squint in order to see five feet in front of him. Perfect. Just perfect.

A loud crack sounded from somewhere. Somewhere that he definitely couldn't see.
Oh, how interesting. He'd decided to leave and now something wanted to show up? Again, how very typical. And boring. Goddess, no wonder he never made his way out far from their house anymore. Wasn't worth the effort.

The crack was followed by what appeared to be... screaming? Very loud screaming. Petrified sounding screaming, from a definitely-human being who was clearly in distress. Screaming that was coming directly at him, though Felix could only tell by sound. He had no idea from which direction said screaming was coming. Nor could he see the source of it in the slightest. With motions all too familiar to him, he drew his sword from it's place on his hip, raising it to whatever not-assailant was attempting to barrel toward him.

"Show yourself at once," Voice steely, loud enough to be clear through the dampening fog, taking on that same irritated tone it always seemed to hold. "or surrender yourself to my blade."
 
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A voice cut through the thick fog, causing Hudson to jerk to a stop and get a little trigger happy. The pulse rifle let out a series of whining booms, the splintering crack and crunch of trees revealing that he’d caught no live targets. He guessed that was good, ‘cos in retrospect, the speaker was separate to that thing snapping them twigs. Maybe he was an ally, man.

“Yo!” Hudson called, turnin’ a slow circle and tryin’ to see more of his surroundings in the fog, but it was useless, man. You’d have more luck seein’ inside a fuckin’ milk carton. A full milk carton. “You talking to me or the thing that’s been making them sounds? I can’t see shit, man!”

It’d been pretty hard to see back on that rock, though more ‘cos of darkness than fog. He’d had his shoulder lamp and motion tracker to help him pick out his way. His tracker. Oh, man. He should’ve thought about using his tracker the moment he’d lost his unit in the fog!

Hudson slung his pulse rifle over his back so he had both hands free to operate his tracker. He stared down at the display, which glowed softly in the swirling fog. There was a flashing signal, which he figured was the potential friendly goin’ on the general direction of the voice. There were no other signals, which had him both sighing in relief and swallowing heavily. Fuck. What if it was one of those alien species you couldn’t pick up with a motion tracker, man? It could sneak right on top of him in the fog, man!

Struggling to keep his breathing steady, he started to follow the signal, the tracker emitting a gentle pulsing sound. “Hey, man. Stay put. I can find you in the fog. Fifteen meters.”

Or least he guessed he wanted to find the guy. They could help each other find a way outta this fog, right? Help each other fight whatever made them cracking sounds… Although Hudson was beginning to think it weren’t nothin’, ‘cos it’d gone silent on that front. Maybe it’d been a deer, man, that’d got spooked by his cry. And it wasn’t Haines or Dell or Valentine messin’ since they would’ve shown up as flashing beacons on his tracker’s display, just like this guy.

“Ten meters… Nine…” Hudson told him, not sure who he was tryin’ to reassure with the readouts. “Eight… Seven meters… Man, this is taking forever!”
 

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That settled it. There was another human being out here somewhere, for better or for worse. From the sound of it, whoever it was was incredibly close. And getting closer still. Felix wasn't sure how he felt about that. The last thing he wanted was some kind of useless companion to hang off of his hip while he felt his way out of here. He didn't need someone dragging him down. Much less did he need someone who sounded as if they'd never been through fog before in their entire life. Sure, this fog was thick, but it wasn't as if it were life ending. It was a pain in the ass at best.

Whatever that whining sound was, though, was horrific and startling. Certainly wasn't something Felix'd ever heard before. It was almost mechanical, and the sounds following after it (which he assumed were trees, or heavy branches at best) made it no better. This person was definitely carrying... something. Something that Felix'd never seen before, no doubt, given the sounds. He certainly wasn't a fan of that. Something that'd made that kind of noise just on it's own would for sure give away wherever this person was hidden. There wouldn't be any hiding if whatever they were carrying decided to make a noise akin to a screeching wail.

So, in short, they were a dumbass.
How lovely.

Still, it wouldn't feel right to up and leave them behind. Especially not after he'd essentially threatened them and then proceeded to say nothing else. If it really were another conscious living thing, it wouldn't sit right on Felix's shoulders to potentially let it die out here as a result of his own negligence. He had enough death resting on his shoulders. Wasn't exactly like he wanted to add to that count. So, as requested, he stood still in order for this other... thing, he assumed human (though he'd assumed human before, such wasn't always the case. Like with that weird gem thing the Professor brought home) to find him. A good little soldier, down to the last.

They were reading out their distance as they approached. Taking forever? Seemed they were approaching at a rapid pace to him, but what did Felix know, really.

"Then run. You told me not to go anywhere." Sarcastic and sharp as always. He wasn't expecting whoever it was to come running toward him, though he lowered his blade anyway. With the fear in this other human's voice, and his own shitty luck, it was likely they'd run straight the hell into it. And Felix didn't know healing magic, so avoiding that outcome would be for the best. Instead, he stuck out his arm, feeling like an absolute fool as he waited for something to knock into it.

This was utterly fucking ridiculous.
 
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“I can’t run, man!” he took the dude seriously, his loud voice threatening to crack. Was the dude on crazy pills? Who ran in a fuckin’ fog? “I can’t see the ground, man! I’ll trip on a root or somethin’ and break my leg! What the fuck would we do then? What would we do!?”

The guy would have to drag him… That was if he didn’t just ditch him, man. Hudson didn’t know him after all. He could’ve been a bigger fuckin’ snake than Burke, more interested in saving his own pasty skin than helping out a dude with a broken leg.

Managing not to break anythin’, Hudson crossed the last few meters, spotting the outstretched arm before he could blunder into it as though it was a tree branch. He straightened back his shoulders, feeling a little better about the situation. It wasn’t gonna last, man…

“Fist bump!” he cheered, proceeding to knock his knuckles to the other guy’s animatedly.

Hudson practically had to stand on top of the dude to see him in the churning fog, man. He looked younger than him, with sharp unfriendly features and dark hair worn in a girly way. Huh, ho, man. Drake and Vasquez would’ve totally kicked this guy’s ass back to Earthside.

“Hey, man. Nice stick,” Hudson nodded at the sword. “You have to use it today?”

Nobody in the Marine Corps used a sword, man. That was, like, prehistoric, man! More prehistoric than Hicks’s shotgun even. Oh, man. That shotgun had been badass! He hoped this dude had somethin’ a little more modern than a fuckin’ sword.

With a twinge of guilt, Hudson remembered a military operation he’d been a part of on a sweaty butt crack of a planet named Galileo. His unit had been sent to protect a research team, who’d been interested in the planet’s renewable resources, blah, blah, blah, man. Galileo’s natives hadn’t much liked ‘em stealing their rocks and shit. They’d been a real backwards race of aliens, man, armed with slingshots and spears and… Swords. They’d tried to pick a fight with the Corps.

Fuckin’ melee weapons, man, against M41A pulse rifles and M40 HEDP grenades and DSGR smart missiles and particle beam cannons. Guess who won that fight, baby! Hooah!

But this sword guy didn’t look like no backwards ass alien, man. He looked totally human.
 

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Goddess above was this man jittery. There was a part of Felix that was genuinely surprised that this man had somehow managed to last the amount of time he had without someone to take him around by the hand. He sounded as if he startled if a stiff breeze rustled a leaf in an unexpected way. It was, suffice to say, more than irritating. Felix found himself wishing more and more that he'd been able to leave this entire scenario without attracting the attention of such a creature. Whatever. This would be over sooner rather than later, if Pandora didn't insist on laughing in his face once again.

What the hell was a 'fist bump'? What was he talking about?

No matter. Felix pulled his arm away as soon as their knuckles connected with naught more than an irritated grumble. The other man practically had to stand on top of him in order to properly see him, which made matters no better. It was like non-Fòdlan residents of Pandora had no fucking concept of personal boundaries. As someone who hated most forms of physical contact to begin with, he couldn't say he was pleased by it in the slightest. At least this gave him a clearer look at the face that the incessant noises were coming from.

An incredulous face with short hair. Definitely older than Felix himself. Looked about as goofy as he sounded. Certainly wasn't of any kind of status (not that that mattered any here,) as if that weren't made apparent by the glaringly informal speech pattern and odd choice of clothing. What an absolute charmer this one was. Felix could almost feel his eyes rolling to the back of his head already and they'd hardly begun to speak.

Doing as best as he could to pay as little attention to the man as possible, he couldn't help but find himself intrigued by whatever the hell it was that he was carrying. Realistically, it had to been what had made the sound from earlier, correct? Unless that sound had been made by his mouth somehow, which Felix wasn't about to put out of the realm of possibility. Mostly because it seemed this man never shut the fuck up, but also because Pandora was known to produce oddities.

He gave the man a look as he nodded toward his sword. 'Have' to use it? As if he were being made to?
"The only one I intend to use this on is you if you don't shut your damn mouth."

Nobody said he was an expert at making friends. (If someone ever had, he'd wonder vaguely about how ballsy they'd have to be to hold such a blatant lie as truth.)

"More importantly," He gave a gesture to what the man was carrying with his hand that was free. "What is that?" It was certainly not like something he'd ever seen before. It wasn't even of a recognizable shape. That made it more terrifying than it already was, in his opinion. What the hell did it even do. He wasn't sure if he liked it to begin with, but he knew that he certainly didn't like it in this man's hands, regardless of if he knew how to properly operate it or not.
 
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Use the sword on him!? Hudson raised his arms defensively at the cagey dude’s threat, his blue eyes bulging wide in their sockets. “Hey, man! Not me, man! I didn’t mean nothin’!”

Jesus! Was this guy a total psycho? Or just on, like, a male version of PMS? Oh, man. Half the guys in the Corps had been on the rag. He guessed he’d stick with the swordfighter then.

“Y’mean the tracker? The rifle?” he asked, gesturing at each piece of tech in turn.

It was hard to tell what the dude was motioning at in the thick fog, so Hudson decided to include ‘em both in his school lesson, breaking out into a big gappy grin. He hadn’t signed up with the Corps as a lifer, man, not like Vasquez or Drake. It’d been about the money at the end of his service. But if there was one thing that could've made him miss the Corps in his retirement, it was the tech, baby.

“M314 Motion Tracker,” he told the guy, holding out the bulky black box, its strap dangling in the air limply. “High powered ultra-sound scanner. Uses doppler-shift discrimination to filter out moving objects from stationary backgrounds. It’s thanks to this baby I could find you in the fog.”

He turned the tracker around in his hand, showing him the display, which glowed blearily in the shitty visibility. It registered no other life forms. Here’s hoping that was still a good thing, man.

“Moving objects are picked up on the screen here as flashing dots,” he added helpfully. “See those numbers at the bottom? That measures the distance of the target. Badass.

But not as badass as his pulse rifle, man. He slung the tracker on over his shoulder, about to replace it with his M41A when it started to let out a steady throbbing beep, beep, beep, his stomach sinking in dismay. His thoughts jumped back to the mystery animal that he’d heard earlier in the fog.

He forced himself to grimace back down at the display, feeling a hot bead of sweat slide down his brow at the sight of a small round dot flashing at him. The distance registered thirty meters- Twenty-eight meter. Twenty-five. Rapidly approaching target Oh, man. Oh, shit.

“I got movement!” he yelled at the guy, scrambling to juggle tracker and pulse rifle.
 

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Good piece of information it was, to know that if all else failed, this man would succumb to baseless threats. Considering the fact that Felix liked to use said threats to his advantage, it was nice to know that he could wrestle this idiotic human being into some kind of mental submission if he just so happened to need to. The defensive raise of his arms garnered nothing but an irritated eye roll. Really. As if he were going to hit him now, when they were this close and Felix could easily be struck back. As invigorating as fighting a creature would be today, fighting a human being (with his fist, at this distance, no less) was far on his list of things to accomplish today.

What was more interesting than the thought of a fist fight were the words this man was using. 'Tracker' he could understand -- but what the fuck was a 'rifle'? The only similar word that came to Felix's mind was 'rapier', and whatever this gap-toothed goon was holding looked far from one of them. The question apparently warranted some sort of history lesson, full of all sorts of things that Felix... had to admit that he was intrigued by. He understood nearly none of what was being said to him, which he supposed was par for the course. Part of him had half a mind to ask questions. To really dig in deep to whatever the technology behind this weaponry was. It was far more advanced than anything he'd ever seen in his life, unsurprisingly, and so he stood with knitted eyebrows and watchful silence as the man went through his spiel.

He opened his mouth to question when suddenly-
Oh. How terrific. Movement.
At least they were getting back to what Felix had actually come here for.

Instantly, Felix snapped into position: sword held in front of him, eyes squinting in through the fog.
Dammit, he couldn't see anything. How the hell were either of them supposed to fight-

"Hold yourself."

He lowered his weapon, staring almost incredulously at the man as best as he could with a gaze he was certain would pierce if physical.

"How do you have any idea that the movement is malicious."

It was movement. As stated earlier, he himself was also found via movement.
How did this jittery idiot not know that it wasn't just someone else looking for some sort of cheap thrill, as he himself had been?
 
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Twenty-three meters now… Twenty… Eighteen…

The swordfighter’s question had Hudson glancing at him skeptically. “‘Cos they would’ve called out by now, man. They’re tryin’ to ambush us in the fog like a panther or somethin’!”

Or maybe they couldn’t talk, man… Just like a panther or somethin’!

Sixteen meters… Thirteen… Ten…

Ten meters! Oh, man! Oh, shit! It’s movin’ so fuckin’ fast!” he moaned at the other guy, his face screwed up in agitation. “What if it’s fast enough to dodge bullets, man? What if we’re too slow to get outta its fuckin’ way? It’ll have punched a hole through our chests before we’ve even had time to blink! Oh, fuck! We’re so screwed right now, man! We’re dog meat!”

Beep… Beep… Beep… the tracker repeated steadily and tirelessly.

When the signal registered five meters, the flashing light on the screen split into two, one changing direction, the other hurtling straight at ‘em. What the hell, man!? Two signals. Two fuckin’ life forms. Had one been ridin’ around on the others shoulders before it’d broken away to go after ‘em?

A vague gray shape descended through the churning fog. Hudson let out an incoherent bellow that was both angry and fearful, unleashing a series of snarling shots from his pulse rifle. He felt warm droplets spatter his face, and he huffed out a sigh of relief when they didn’t steam and burn his skin. It wasn’t those motherfuckers from Hadley’s Hope out there in the thick fog. That improved their chances of survival by, like, a thousand percent.

Hudson stumbled back as the shadowy mass that he’d fired into thumped against the ground, its sharp horns flashing in the light of his shoulder lamp. Not horns, exactly, man. They were like tree branches ‘cos of the way they grew into different limbs. They were antlers, man.

A deer’s carcass slumped at his feet, its body stippled with tiny ragged wounds as though it’d lost its balance and pitched into a river full of fuckin’ piranhas. He wrinkled his nose at the coppery smell of blood, mixed with a funky animal stench that chilled the nape of his neck. It wasn’t the same as the funky animal stench that’d dominated the sub level back on Acheron, but it still had shivers spiking down his spinal cord, his fists white around his pulse rifle.

“Oh, man! Somethin’ threw Bambi’s mama five fuckin’ meters!” he groaned at the other guy.

If Vasquez had been with ‘em, she probably would’ve grumbled somethin’ about lady deer not having antlers. She probably knew what you called a lady deer, too. But whatever!

Despite the terror buzzing inside him, Hudson turned to the swordfighter with a sarcastic curl of his lip: “Oh, this thing ain’t malicious, man. It just wants to come over here and give us a big old hug.”
 
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