The Assembly Room.

Description: An almost exact replica of the room on the Deus ex in which the Major customarily gives his speeches.

Morphine entered the room and looked around for the major or others soldiers but found it empty for the time being. He let out a slight sigh of disappointment, figuring he should be used to it by now. The madness inside of him started growing again, it had been far too long since he killed something and he knew it wouldn't be much longer until he snapped. Morphine sighed once more and held back the urge to kill the first thing that entered his sight and leaned against the wall, waiting like normal for someone or something to come this way.

<<<<<<<<<<<<< The Officer's Meeting Room.


The Major enters through the sliding doors at the back of the room. He walks through the Yellow map which opens up to allow he and his ante-rage passage before sealing itself closed. He takes his seat in the chair that overlooks the troops, some of whom had already began to assemble in formation.

"Very goot. Ve only need to vait ein few more uhrs until seh troops are here fully."

>>>>>?????

After a quick stop to retrieve his dagger, Schrodinger had returned to the North Pole only to hear of an assembly being called by the Major for all officers, not just his personal ones. this made him very nervous. He had missed almost the entire speech, something that he probably shouldn't have. With any luck, maybe the major wouldn't remember or notice his absence. He stepped out from behind a chair and took position in the room. Well, he was the first of his original compatriots to arrive. Maybe that would earn him some points. He waited, not being able to restrain the slight look of worry on his face.

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>>>>> The Hallways(Dues Ex MachinaII)

Die Krähe marched into the assembly room, a sense of purpose driving him. Once he had arrived at Millennium City, he had quickly heard of an assembly being called by the Major himself. Seeing as this took precedence over reporting to Van Winkle, he immediately headed here with all haste. Besides, if the officers were supposed to assemble, Winkle would no doubt also show here as well.With any luck he could kill two birds with one stone. Of course, he was also interested in hearing the Major's announcement. He had wondered what the leader of Millennium had been preparing.

He looked around the room, trying to find a position that would allow him a good view without getting him in the way. After locating such a place, he immediately took up position, standing at rapt attention. He did allow his eyes to gaze over the rest of the room, seeing who else had arrived thus far. To his dismay, he did not see the other members of the main staff here. A pity. Hopefully they would show up soon. He would just have to be patient till then.

As joshua thought to himself and rememberd that he was to get to a meeting hopeing not to run into schrodinger

------------------> From Eishole

Ludwig walked into the room solemnly, his face showed almost no expression. As he walked into the big room, he simply saluted firmly, staying still for a few seconds, then joined the ranks, staying perfectly still, awaiting orders.

For now, his mind was at peace, probably because the freak chip transmitted him the urge to be there, and him, like a gullible animal followed it blindly, satisfying that fake need being his ultimate momentary pleasure, leaving his mind empty and in its most pure state until some other emotion came up, be it introduced on purpose or triggered by another fragile component of Der Wahnsinn's malfunctioning mind.

((OOC: Getting rolling soon. If you aren't in here, get your arses here.))

The Doktor approached the Major and stood beside him as he always did.
"I haf alerted zhe others vith a signal Herr Major" he said, adjusting his many lenses "zhe rest should all be arriving soon"
Rip and Zorin entered the room minutes later and chose to hang around at a not-too-close-yet-reasonably-close distance from the Major instead of joining the sea of soldiers that continued to gather like fish at feeding time.
(OOC: short I know...)

Morphine looked up, a slow grin grew across his face. Finally at last the moment he had been waiting for had come. He glanced to the side to see the doktor and rip van wrinkle. When Morphine saw Rip van, his mood seemed to suddenly change from a bored, and nearly ready to go psychopathic to a more calm and relaxed state. He saluted her and the Major, pouring himself a glass of wine while waiting for others to arrive and for the meeting to start. The wait annoyed him but this was a large step in the direction of the things he had been waiting for.

Fritz walked in the room. He was behind all the others, for he had taken a detour to get some ostfront surplus white anoraks to put over his Afrika Korps coat, and feltlined jackboots to replace his Afrika issue boots. He had quite liked wearing the tropical boots, for even as a Vampire, Fritz's heart was still in North Africa.

That, and his recently acquired M44 fur cap had made him look like an Eastern Front field commander.

Still shivering, Fritz marched in, carrying his armaments.

He stationed himself with a few other ex-field officers (though of lower rank than Fritz) and settled down among some unopened crates labeled with the Reichsadler and the stenciled word of "NEUSCHWABENLAND"...

Frederick shuffles into the room and stands in the back as he brushed off the ice from his duster. Looking around him he saw nothing but artificial vampires and frankly was intimidated by that fact. He simply stuck to himself trying to make sure to avoid all the others. He knew he wasn't welcomed among most of the organization because of his ghastly appearance and resemblance to ghouls...He was always viewed as a lower being...So depressing...

Morphine glanced at Frederick and motioned him to come closer, he seemed to be in a better mood now. "Your one of us aren't you? Doesn't matter what you look like, your still one of us, your equal to one of us. Anyone under my rank says otherwise, I'll kick the shit out of them." A slight grin grew across morphine's face. It was true that he didn't care what someone looked like, if they were on his side or affiliated with someone he knew or respected, he would accept them without hesitation. His loyalty to his companions is one thing he always had the upmost level of.

The Doktor shivered uncomfortably as an icy breeze had managed to penetrate the room, causing him to wonder
whether there was a laboratory within the base somewhere he could call sanctuary.
He despised the thought of stepping outside again and would much rather command his subordinates retrieve medical
equipment and chemicals for the Zeppelin.
Rip was not too fond of the cold either. Her attire gave her absolutely no comfort or warmth in such conditions,
she was bewildered how Zorin had managed for this long without a single complaint.
'Probably the nicotine or something' she thought to herself as she fumbled with her musket, the weapon also becoming rather unpleasant to hold as the coldness was now starting to break through the material of her gloves.
Zorin kept herself entertained by emitting the occasional smoke ring and watching it float upwards before disappearing.
She let out an impatient sigh with a trail of smoke chasing after it.

OOC: Apologies for the lateness, I got here in MAY. T___T

Anyone think we should establish a posting order soon?

<<<< FROM: War Room

IC:

Following right behind Dok, Hans shifted towards the wall, but still remaining visible as he stood, watched, and listened. When all other officers and soldiers had entered, he silently descended down a line of them towards the back of the large room, looking at the formation from the corner of his eye before he was at the back; near two large sliding doors.

Doors upon doors that lead to endless tunnels, upon passageways, upon rooms, upon long lost equipment. With a tilt of his head, he stood as still as a statue. Here he would remain until Herr Major finished his address to his men.

A communications officer approached, wielding a telegram.
As Fritz glanced at the paper, he smirked behind his mask. The telegram told of a battle going on in Heathrow Airport, with a comrade in need of support.
As quietly as he could (not very easy when holding a rifle bigger than yourself) he slid out of the room, making excuses here and there.


Going to the Armory, he resupplied for munitions.
....Heathrow...thats an airport, isn't it...airport equals airplanes and JABOs....
He decided to jack a giant FLAK 88 Acht Acht and a Fliegerfaust.
Carrying it would be a bitch, but it would have to do...
=>Escape Hatch

William had arrived late yes, but he had arrived, after being gone for awhile, due to having some 'other' duties to take care of mainly that of seeing to a few things, which had also seen him get wounded, which was quite bothersome all in its own, however he ignored it all and just sighed light as he waited for the Herr Major like everyone else. Sadly he was no were to be seen and soon it looked like everyone was leaving, which was bad. Things were getting odd, and fast. He sighed lightly before he began to think of a what to do, and how he should do it. So he sighed gently and looked up, his arms crossed over his chest as he looked up at the Captain. He then shook his head. He had received orders to move out to England to do some little spying so he thought it was best he better do it now, while the going was still good. So he turned around his heavy black winter great coat flowing behind him as he walked towards the exit trying to find some way out of here, and to england. As he did he was stopped by one of the soldiers. "Where are you going sir?" The FREAK asked looking at him questionably while speaking in a rather firm yet respectable manner. William mearly smiled and shook his head, before taking out a piece of paper with his orders from the Herr Major. He looked them over for a minute before nodding his head and shouldering his MP -90 again letting him pass.

William soon did just that and walked towards the escape hatch, from there he left to the hanger and took one of the small jet fighter and launched after getting clearance. Within minutes he was gone much like the others. However his was for a mission.

Exit--->???

Morphine had a feeling suddenly. He knew something was off. Morphine started to walk off as some of his fellow soldiers glanced at him. When one of them asked where he was going he just shook his head slightly. "It's over private... it's all over..." Thats all he said, walking to his room and started to pack everything of value that was inside. He walked towards the escape hatch as some of his men tried to stop him. "I'm sorry my brothers... but this is where we part..." He said, putting on sunglasses and tried to keep a straight face, it hurt for him to have to leave like this but he didn't have much of a choice. Morphine was right under the escape hatches ladder when one of his men pulled his mp40 and aimed it at Morphine. "I can't let you leave..." the soldier said, tightening his grip on the mp40. Morphine turned back, his expression different now. It was one of great pain. "I wish it could be any other way... but I'm doing what needs to be done... it has been an honor to serve with all of you on the battlefield since the beginning of the last great war. Those of you who are under my command... I relieve you of your duty's." Morphine saluted everyone that was around him. "Auf Wiedersehen meine Brüder und Schwestern in die Arme. Live good, long lives..." He started to climb up the escape hatch, a few tears fell under his sunglasses as the other soldiers grew silent. This is the most painful moment of his life, a pain that not even morphine could cancel out.

As he climbed the hatch he had flashbacks of his life. All the pain and misery built up even to this day, everything bottled up inside of him. He thought back to when he first joined the SS waffen... how he must have been some kind of fuck up even to his own allies. In his head he heard his drill instructor. "Private, you call that an attention?! You are a worthless piece of shit, you know that?! Drop and give me fifty NOW!" His mind jumped around do different fragments in his life, suddenly he found himself near the end of the war with air raid sirens going off and bombs being dropped overhead. He watched as his best friend was beaten to death by those savage russian bastards. Morphine relived the moment in his head, running forward towards the Russians unarmed, throwing the first one over himself, the Russian landing on his head and his neck breaking. The second Russian pulled out a machete and swung it at him. Morphine ducked under it and slammed his elbow down into the Russian shoulder blade to dislocate the arm then broke his neck quickly. Morphine ran towards the last Russian with the previous Russian's machete in hand now. He didn't care if 4 bullets were put in his chest by a Russian handgun, it didn't slow him down or phase him. He tackled the last Russian and just stabbed him in the face repeatedly, blood gushing all over his face.

Morphine finally reached the top of the hatch and climbed out onto the streets of London. He was in a alleyway and just sat there for a moment and sobbed, his will was finally shattered. Morphine put on the great coat to hide his uniform and walked out into the open streets and began trying to start a new life over...
---------> the streets of London

(OOC: this is probably the largest post I have done in my life... EVER.)

Frederick got bored of waiting and wandered off...

----------->Exit

Quite some time had passed since their meeting with the Major has ended.
Rip's legs seemed to have had enough and she was now seated on the floor while Zorin
had lost count to the number of cigarette butts she had brought her boot down upon.
The Doktor shifted uncomfortably, the cold still making his skin tingle unpleasantly as the long wait continued.
'Zhis ist not like zhe Major' he thought, peering over his shoulder, searching for any recognizable features such
as a stout, white-clad figure and a cheshire-cat grin.
"Vhat ist going on Doktor?" Rip asked, picking her self up off the cold floor and dusting down her suit pants
"I thought zhere vas going to be a speech?" The scientist's eyes scanned the room once more like a vulture searching for a kill
"Zhere vas suppose to be" he answered, his concern now growing.

FROM: ESCAPE HATCH 113

FORMULA VF IN USE: POST 2

IC:
Opening a door, she quietly slipped in. Many vampires and freaks stood in a straight line and half at attention. She mused to herself as she wandered by them and none of them picked up on her human sent. Pushing her sun glasses farther up on her face, she looked around. She must have been pretty damn close to the center, but for all she knew, this could just be a gathering of freaks and vampires.

She quickly spotted the Millennium Trump Card at the front of the establishment along with many other ranking officers; the tattooed woman, the huntress, and the crazed doctor... but not the zany major. It half worried her, though, she kept her head down as many of the freaks spoke of the events that where to unfold... that of weapons development, underwater boats, and nuclear development. It farther justified her actions that where to take place.

Perhaps this nuke will take out their asses, she thought and a smirk hinted on the corner of her lips, for good...

Interesting... Quite... His gaze remained hardened as he continued to watch the soldiers. He knew it was odd... Herr Major would have been here by now... Or he would have, at least summoned Dok...

The werewolves gaze slowly turned to Rip, who was seated on the ground. It then followed up to Zorin for a moment who stomped out another spent cigarette. His gaze narrowed on Herr Doktor before he tilted his head down into his great coat. As more soldiers entered or left the area, his ears perked here and there to the sound of their boots... they were growing impatient...

His spine tingled for mere seconds as the werewolves head snapped back to the men in lines, half at attention. His eyes grew wide for a moment... there was an unknown feeling in the room. His now reddened gaze settled on a section of men at the far end of the assembly room. He could not pin it for he was not close... but his gut told him human... and how could it get so close in the middle of so many freaks and vampires?

It was to this that Hans looked back over at his fellow officers and growled.

OOC: I have been asked to temp as Herr Major for a bit until things can be finalized concerning Millenium.

On the far side of the expansive assembly room, two steel doors slowly rose up to reveal a single figure standing in the doorway, back light illuminating his short rotund form as a black silhouette to all who looked up him. A glare bounced off his round eyeglasses and a content smile split his pudgy cheeks in twain. Without any further ado, he snapped out his right hand in a proper military salute and called to his loyal troops, thunder echoing in his voice. Achtung!" At the familiar call of his voice, his troops once again fell into their rigid military formations, eyes forward, backs straight, hearts beating within their uniform covered breasts. Absolutely giddy at the display, the Major began a slow walk to his place at the forefront on his battalion. Just as the catholics put so much stock in their old stories of men parting the waters of Israel, the Fuhrer of Millenium maneuvered among his men like the prophet of battle he truly was.

Midway to his destination, he spread his arms wide and began speaking in a slightly restrained voice. "My friends, my most loyal, faithful friends...I must ask you somezhink. Who are ve? Vhat is it ve seek? Vhat is our goal in zhis life? Our enemies call us varmongers, monsters, jackals in zhe night bidding our time like zhe cartoon villains. But vhat do ve say?" Finally, he reached his proper station and turned, gloved hands balled into fists and held outward as if holding a curling bar. "Ve haff no purpose gentlemen! Ve need no purpose! Ve vant no purpose!" his meek voice rose to the heavens and dared any in heaven or above to challenge his declaration. In response his troops let out an impassioned cheer of agreement. oh zhe joys of like-minded zhinking. he mused silently. "Ve haff already scorched the English plains and streets, our beloved battleground lays drained of its' former joy. And so ve must set out sights higher. My beloved brethren of the sword ve vill no longer merely exist in zhe back of our enemies' minds. Ve shall reinvent zheir very vay of zhinking! I vill not merely exist in zhis vorld. Vith your help I shall create my own vorld! A new vorld! A glorious tribute to our patrons Mars and Aries! ARE YOU VITH ME!!!!?"

OOC: Fuck Malware.

Sorry for the delay. Been a busy bugger and I killed my computers.

FORMULA VF IN USE: POST 3

IC:
The werewolf's growl subsided as he spotted Herr Major entering the room, speaking to the troops on a level playing field. He stood straight again, watching as Herr Major moved amongst the men. If any of them moved half an inch towards Herr Major, Hans planned on being right there between the soldiers and his commander. None moved, and Hans' gaze narrowed on the suspected section of soldiers... and none moved or shifted as if to take a blow on Herr Major; all, totally faithful as it seemed... as it was suppose to be.

Hans did the only thing he new best to do now, and that was to take a step back as Herr Major made his way to the front, still speaking to his men. As the men cheered, Hans remained quiet and the pillar of silence that he was.

She almost jumped as the commanders voice boomed in the quiet wake of men. He spoke of past events... and those in which he planned on making come to past. Her eyes narrowed slightly as he passed the line in which she was positioned. She watched with her eyes and head turned, following him as he walked and spoke. She knew better than to move. If she moved even a hair that didn't seem undead, they would be upon her, ripping her apart limb from limb. This she knew as the ash at the end of the cigarette in her mouth fell to the ground.

She inhaled more to steady her nerves with a little nicotine buzz before that fat freak was up at the front. She also knew she needed to hurry; the formula crap she had on was going to start wearing thin soon... and this was something else she also knew. When the Major was speaking from the front, she inhaled her cigarette one last time and dug in her pocket, producing the pack of smokes she pulled from the now dead freak in the officers quarters. She put it to her lips and moved her hand back into her pocket to appear to be looking for her zippo.

"Need zhat lit?" one vampire said to her in a whisper from in front of her.

She half turned her head to look at him. "Ja," she half asked back, a hint of uncertainty in her voice. With her hand still in her pocket, she wrapped her fingers around the tracking device that she had to set off.

" 'ere," he said, pulling out his own zippo and lighting it, turning slightly and extending his hand out to her. Sirina leaned forward and lit her smoke, inhaling and exhaling sharply. "I zought zhat Zorin vas zhe only von vho chain smoked." He chuckled in a whisper.

Ah don't have time ta chit chat, Sirina thought, but kept her face placid. "Oh naw. Zis is keepin me nice und varm," she joked back in the best German accent she could muster; her thumb twitching to press the button on her locator device. She knew, once she had pressed that button, that she only had mere minutes to get out of the center and back out to the escape hatch in order to be picked up. "Ve should listen und get zhe whole speech. Herr Majors talks alvays inspire me tou fight." Fight to kill you all...

"Jaa," he said, "und I must agree." He smiled as his fangs showed, and Sirina gave a smirk back, not showing her teeth.

When the men cheered, so did she. She hooted and hollered like the group of vampires and freaks she was surrounded by.

After what seemed like a never-ending wait, the large doors opened and Millenium's Fuhrer entered the room.
Dok was eager to question the Major about his absence yet held his tongue and simply let the plump man pass and begin his speech as intended while he and the two lieutenants stood in silence.

The Doktor was eager to return to his laboratory to continue his work. As minute ticked slowly by, he figured it would be best to use this free time more constructively. Noticing the scientist leave, the two lieutenants decided to follow. Feeling a little drained after the cold and long wait, they were both looking forward to a little blood snack.

(Dok, Rip and Zorin) -----> Dok's Laboratory, Deus Ex Machina II

As Die Krähe waited for the Major's arrival, an announcement blared overhead. Apparently, he was planning on giving his speech in the War Room. Interesting. This no doubt meant he was planning on giving a rousing speech instead of a simple set of orders. A smile crept over his masked face. He had to admit, despite some of the oddities about the Major, his speeches were a treat to witness. He actually preferred this to simple orders. He turned on his heels and made for the exit, excited for the coming call to arms.

<----- War Room

OOC: Long time no post.... Even though I have dropped Sirina, I am going to still have her 'present' if we blow this joint and die in the demolition.

IC:
The elder werewolf turned his gaze around to the front. Herr Major was still no longer present. He found it odd. One silver brow twitched for only a moment, having realized what his initial mission was... information gathering.

He found his way back to the front, turned to the men, and saluted; a silent order telling them to carry on and disperse for now. He then turned and walked smoothly out the back door by the front of the room.

>>>> TO: UNKNOWN.