Illuminati Antarctic Base (Dungeon)

Description: Large metal corridors lined with barred cells. Every inch of the place is freezing, obviously due to the area the base is located in. The cells have no amenities; anything the prisoners could potentially use to conceal items or use for escape is monitored and provided by the Illuminati. All of the cells have a key pad lock with the code of 511776.

Highgate Cemetery <---

Arriving from the cemetery still shaking from the near-death possibility he had of being ripped apart by the vampire king, Ridl collected himself before taking the Hellsing gun out of his belt holster. "Up," he ordered, pointing the pistol at the blonde woman's head. He walked to a cell, keeping the gun trained on the woman, and punched in a few numbers on the key pad to open the bars. He pointed inside to direct the captured leader to where she would be held.

It happened all within the blink of an eye. One moment she was there saying a prayer for her father, and the next she was grabbed and taken here. It was slightly cold inside the building. She looked around trying to her her bearings before she heard a gun placed to her head. Integra slowly looked up, and glared at Ridl. She got up as she was told, and started walking towards her cell. You have just made a grave mistake, and I promise you. Your life will end soon enough. With that threat to her kidnapper she entered her cell, and turned around to face him.

He simply shrugged off the threat, as he could care less what someone in such a defenseless position said to him. He closed the cell, locking it before tapping the screen of his PDA. Two armed guards showed up, greeting him and congratulating him on the success of his mission. He ignored them as well, walking off to change from his mission garb into his normal clothing.

---> Ridl's room (limbo for now)

(OOC) Recharge 2. Missed the first one up there.

OOC: Appearing in Integra's mind.

Schrodinger couldn't find Integra in her Office so he decided to just pop into her mind completely unannounced. "Gut eveningk, fraulein. I've been zent by Herr Major to azk you vhy your men are attackingk our zhip." Schrodinger looked around her mind. Casually strolling, looking at random memories. Private or otherwise. There was one of when she first met Alucard, another of her father, and one of her feeding Seras a few drops of her virgin blood. He stared at that one for a bit. "Kinky." He looked away and saw a bunch of other memories he had no interest in. "Itz quite mezzy in here."

For the past several hours Integra had been walking occasional, sitting as best as she could on the dirty floor, and looking for ways to escape. However, the only thing that seemed to be accomplished at the moment was walking, and sitting. She had no idea what time of the day it was when she felt someone in her mind. Then she heard the familiar voice of the catboy Schrodinger. As if she did not have enough to deal with. When he said it was messy in her mind she shut door on it in his face, and began talking to him. Perhaps it was the fact that my kidnapper yelled "Sieg Heil." At first I thought it was your Major who kidnapped me, but obviously I was wrong. I was kidnapped by someone who had obviously wormed their way into my army.

Schrodinger was suddenly hit in the face with an imaginary door which made him fall over in Integra's mind, even though there was no floor. He disappeared and reappeared outside Integra's mind. He looked around at his surroundings. "Quite zhe place vou have here." He ran a finger along a railing. Upon inspecting his finger, he found quite a bit of dust. He started shaking his finger. When the dust didn't come off, he started shaking it even more violently. Finally it was gone and he turned back to Integra. "I zee. Zo an impozter. Vell, I can azzure you it vaz not von of our men. In fact, ve've nearly lozt all of our men zhanks to yourz. Zhough ve can zay the zame to you. Zurprizingly enough, only your butler, fledgling, temporary leader of zhe Vild Geese, and a few ozhers zhowed up amongzt zhe rest of your men. No Alucard in sight. Zhey zhould be dead zoon zhough. Zhe Captain iz making hiz rounds." Schrodinger got a devilish, yet somehow playful look on his face.

Integra leaned against one of the walls, and looked at Schrodinger dead on with no expression. She could not believe Alucard was not there to try to rescue her. She was angry at him for not participating, but did not show it on the outside. So then if that is all you came here for why are you still here?

Schrodinger thought for a moment. "Hmm. Good point. Vhy am I still here?" He shrugged, smiled, waved, and disappeared.

OOC: Short post is short.

Exit to: Hangar Bay(Once posting order hits the bottom.)

Integra suddenly felt exhausted after the encounter with the catboy. He was a nuisance, and she did not like dealing with him. She hoped Alucard was smarter, and realized that maybe it was not Millennium. That maybe he was coming to try to rescue her. However, that was just hoping. She sunk down onto the floor, and sat there thinking again.

Hallways <---

Arriving below deck, he passed up their first hostage without a second thought. Stopping a few cells down, he tapped the numbers on the key pad to open the door. After checking the video feed, he extended his arm inside the cell to create a vortex of energy, bridging the cell and the wall of the Deus Ex Machina.

(OOC) Time Warp!

It had been about a day -this was a best guess, of course, as there were no windows to indicate day and night in the cell- since the Major had been captured. While it was certainly irritating being betrayed as he had been and how he was taken from his troops, the terrible rations he was being given was the worst part; bread and soup was not nearly enough to sate his appetite. He decided, as there was nothing else to do, to try and spark a conversation with the cell next to his. "So, Frau Hellsing, any idea as to who might have betrayed us both?"

Integra was hoping the major would stay quiet. However, that was not the case today. For whatever reason he felt chatty, and decided to ask her something she wish she knew for certain. My guess is someone who worked on the inside of both our organizations. All I know is I was brought here in a portal. I have not seen the man who brought me here till you came in. Even then I got nothing out of him. So your guess is as good as mine. Why does your catboy not come in here to get you?

A portal, she said? There seemed to be a link in their captures, then. It seemed suspicious when that young man not dressed in a uniform led him to the glowing hole, but knowing it was consistent between the two of them made it even more interesting. "It seems like zat silver boy had ein hand in zis mess. I must admit, he vould make an excellent addition to mein army." As for the cat, it was anyone's guess as to what he was up to. Hopefully, he was being a good space-time paradox and rallying the troops. "Schrödinger is a difficult boy to control. Vith any luck, he is on mein zepplin preparing a squad to rescue me. I might even be in ein good enough mood to order zem to rescue you as well."

No thank you. She shifted her position in her cell, and started to wonder what was taking the others so long just to find her. Integra hoped it would not be too much longer or else the round table would notice, and might try to take over her organization citing whatever wonderful reason of theirs. She started to look at the bars, and walls for any sign of weakness or stress to escape from. But the place was not very well lit at all so it was hard to tell what was a gap, and what was shadow.

"Suit yourself, zen." It was turning out to be a very boring stay in this cell. Whatever they were planning to do with the two of them, hopefully they would get it over with soon; the waiting was more torture than whatever they could be planning.

(OOC) Short post, but not much else to do.

from Bayman's office ----->

A large 6'2 man walked into the room with a black suit covering his body, save the white shirt. His eyes were hidden behind the pitch black sunglasses on his face; perhaps even dark enough to hide Alucard's eyes. The mans head slowly turned to the prisoners with a odd, dark feeling surrounding him then glanced back at Ridi. "What do I get to do with them? Interrogation? Execution? Let the fuckers rot in their cells? Or..." The man seemed to grow a bit anxious with the final option, and the one he personally wanted the most. "Torture them to death?" The assassin of steel smirked faintly, pulling out one of his blades and inspected the sharpness. "You know... the flesh holds no secrets..."

(OOC: short post while being rushed to go out into London.)

(OOC) Time Warp!

It had been an unpleasant night for Ridl, what with all the poor dreams of dying horribly he'd begun having again recently. The constant rocking of the ship had given him sea sickness, as well. "Wait for orders," he managed while rubbing the bridge of his nose. He motioned with his hands for two guards to deliver the prisoners their meals. He'd taken to making the portions slightly smaller every day just for fun.

(OOC) Recharge 1.

Enter From: Davids Quarters

There hadn't been much for David to do since he arrived on the ship, except to wait for orders. It was tiring to just sit around in his room. So, in the end, he decided to head down to the dungeons and see how things were going. He was sure Ridl could handle it, but he wanted to make sure for himself that the prisoners hadn't died.

David wandered into the dungeons a few minutes later. The entrance he had used came out right in front of the cells. He was wearing his Bio-Monitor. He stopped between the two cells and looked at both prisoners individually. He looked at the Major first, checking his vital signs and to make sure the cyborg's parts were all still functioning. David should have known this already since he was the one who had captured the fat man, but he needed to be sure. Then he switched his gaze over to Integra. She seemed to be in good health as well, if not seemingly depressed from being here the longest. The data just scrolled across the screen of his Monitor.

When he was finished gathering the data who turned and walked towards the other two. His trench coat flowing behind him as he walked. He stopped closer to Ridl than Bay. "Hello there gentleman. I assume everything is going well down here?" He looked over to Ridl exclusively. "Your not torturing them too much I hope."

(OOC) No Bayman, it seems.

Ignoring the others' words, Ridl decided to read The Modern Prometheus again for...however many times this would make it. Taking the book from his coat pocket, he leaned against the wall. It seemed like he'd need to stay there for some time to avoid one of them killing their hostages. They'd received no orders on what to do with them, so killing was out of the question unless told otherwise.

(OOC) No anyone...

Interrupting his reading with it's vibration, a PDA was produced from Ridl's pocket. Skimming the long-winded messaged, he sighed before making a reply: "Where?" It seemed there was no rest to be had around here, as he was already running errands again; this time to pick up their leader and take him back to their ship. He nudged the first brancher, motioning with his head to indicate he was the one to watch the prisoners, mainly to keep the other member under control. He walked off to bide his time while he waited for a reply.

(OOC) Recharge 2 and 3; missed it last time.

---> Somewhere (over the rainbow)

(OOC: sorry, the real life's been holding be back a bit.)

Bayman's eyes shifted to the side slightly under his pitch black sunglasses towards Ridi, noticing he was beginning to walk off. Normally, he would have gone with him but the circumstances were slightly different then usual... someone would need to keep a close eye on these prisoners; and now your standard agents... the specialists like Ridi, David or himself. His eyes then shifted to David, motioning towards the cells where Integra and the insane fat man were being kept. Bayman then moved to one of the lockers, opening it and throwing a gas mask to David. "You stay here and watch after the prisoners. If they stay to escape, I'll fill the room with nerve gas so keep that on you at all times. As usual, I'll be in my office." He began to walk off, stopping and looked at Integra. He reached into his suit jacket, tossing a cigar to her; the very brand she always had a box of in her office then began to leave the room, lighting a cigarette.

--------> Bayman's office

David felt the nudge and got the gist of what Ridl was telling him. He was right. The other member needed to be kept under control. He seemed too of the leash. After Ridl walked away, David watched as Bay walked over and tossed him a gas mask. David caught it, but he wasn't gonna use it. He had a more state-of-the-art mask. So he walked over to the cabinet and put it back on the rack. As he did, a message scrolled across his visor. He forwarded his usual automatic reply and turned his attention to the two leaders.

He walked over and stood between the two cells, but where they could both see him. "First off, I apologize for his threats. I have that under control." He was smiling and trying to make this as friendly as possible. "We need both of your cooperation on something." He figured it might be best to top there until her knew that he had their attention. As he did, he had his visor worming its way into the ships systems and routing all control of the nerve gas to David only. That made Bay's threat a hollow one.

Why exactly should either one of us give you our cooperation? I certainly will not. As far as I am concerned I do not owe you any. My men well most likely be here soon, and I have no problem with your threats of torture and death. There is a worse fate for all of you. Ask the fat major. Integra gave the man the coldest stare she could muster. She was not going to show any weakness to these men who were speaking in front of them earlier. She figured the major might enjoy the torture, but she saw it as an opportunity to get a weapon in her possession

This boy was overconfident. The youth were such fools these days, not knowing what their actions would land them in. Right now, he was certain his men had gotten the word of his kidnapping; it wouldn't be long until they'd found him and were storming the place. Yes, no one would survive. The slaughter would be glorious. For now, he might as well play along, though. "Hmph, cooperation, you say? Hire a real cook und you vill have all zee cooperation you vant." Who knows: Maybe he'd even get some better food out of his brief stay here.

It seems David had gotten his answers. One was satisfactory, while the other was much less undesired. He figured they were waiting on their men and just trying to stall, he couldn't rule anything out. However, he could at least appeal to the Major, since he had the largest force. So David decided to work on getting his full support.

He walked over to the Majors cell personally. "We always intended to treat you nicely, the cells are just a precaution. You can have whatever you like and however you like it. Of course, our little proposition will allow you to enjoy your favorite activity. War on a grand scale. Destruction, carnage, you name it. Its all part of our proposition." War and food. David wondered if that would be all it would take to get the Majors cooperation. At the same time, he wondered if the catboy could be used as a means to get Hellsing's attention focused on Iscariot, thus eliminating the need to get Integra's cooperation, as that seemed to be the hardest.

OOC: Just gonna have David skip out to go on his assignment.

Exit to: The Vatican

Integra rolled her eyes at the Nazi major's demand for better cooking. It seems he was always thinking with his stomach in every situation. Although she wondered what was taking her men so long. Even though she was not sure exactly how many days it had been now. All she knew was that by the look of certain wear and tear on the stone that this building was old. Older than her dungeon even. Still whoever designed it made sure than no human could escape. Which then made her wonder why did the Major not try to get out. Then again he was not one to get his hands dirty if he didn't have to. Do you really think they are going to give you better food?

"Simply vishful thinking, Integra," the Nazi major responded. While he would enjoy being able to stay here long enough for the food, he was just buying more time for his troops to rally. He did have to wonder what that cat was doing during all this time. He was more concerned with the rations on the Deus ex Machina, though; would they need to get more for the return feast?

Hallways <---

Opening the door, he was greeted with startled stares from the two guards on duty. Wasting no time, he dropped a smoke capsule to the floor, dropping to the ground to avoid the gunfire that followed. He produced his grapnel gun once more, firing it into one of the men's weapons, pulling it out of his hands. Rolling upwards, he threw one of his projectiles into the hand of the other man. The few seconds it bought him were all he needed to deliver a strong right to the armed man's face, breaking his nose and sending him to the ground. As the other man tried to attack, he spun around to smash the scallops on his forearm into the man's head, punching him as he stopped. Both guards subdued, he turned to the people in the cells. One was a young, tan skinned woman, the other a fat, blonde man. "Sir Integra Hellsing, I presume," he addressed the woman.

She expected nothing less as a response from the Major. However, after some time she started to hear some noises coming from outside that were faint due to the walls. At first she thought it was possibly just the guards messing around taking it easy. Then the door opened, and the guards in the dungeon with them were taken out by a figure in the shadows. Suddenly the figure came into the light, and asked for her. It took Integra a while to register the fact that there was a man in a costume looking for her. An eyebrow raised slowly while trying to figure out who exactly he was. Yes. Pardon me but is this a joke?

Though content to simply wait out the capture, someone else was being a bit more proactive in the rescue. Seeing the guards so swiftly defeated was quite a sight; if that man wasn't part of his forces, he'd do just about anything to make him one. His appearance was equal parts ridiculous and terrifying. "Und here I vas, beginning to doubt mein own men. Zay haven't given up on their beloved major just yet."

Unamused by her questioning, he simply said, "Does this look like a joke?" before searching the unconscious guards for some sort of cell code. Finding none, he pulled a device from his belt. Pulling a sort of handle from the square pad, he began turning nobs on both ends as a high-pitched whine emitted from the machine. "I'll get you out, but I need time. Keep watch for anyone coming from either end."

(OOC) Cryptographic Sequencer breaks the code next time around.

Integra watched him work, and then decided to actually listen to him about keeping watch. Although she was pretty sure he got everyone on the way in. Then an interesting observation hit her, and she groaned while pinching the bridge of her nose. Honestly what are the chances I get saved by two bats in strange outfits. She then remembered someone the Major said. Wait a bloody minute. Her head turned towards the direction of the fat Major, and spoke to him. This kook works for you?

"I only vish," he laughed, a large grin on his face as the man worked to free them. He'd have to see if the Doktor could whip something up for this man as a gift when he got out; he'd be so grateful, he'd never leave their service. Something similar to what they'd given the young boy in Poland, perhaps. He couldn't wait to call in his men for an assault on these impudent fools.

With a last twist of the right nob, the control panels on both cells began to spark. Placing the device back in his belt, he stood up to address both of them. "Your cells are unlocked. Stay in here until someone comes to get you; you'll be safer that way. Sir Hellsing, I have a few questions for you when I return." He passed two small communicator devices to each. "Use these to call someone you can trust to help your escape." They were set to deactivate after 12 hours, so he had no fear that they could trace the signals they put out back to him. With that, he turned and headed out the door to find the mastermind behind all of this.

---> Hallways

Integra took the device to call her men, but of course there was only one person she had to call. He was going to get a good verbal thrashing. At the moment she did not care if the Major was going to hear everything. It was necessary. For her rescue, for her men, for Queen, and for country. That's what she told herself in her head. Alucard where the bloody hell have you been all this time! I've been waiting in a dungeon held hostage waiting for you and all those other lazy buggers to get over here, and get me out! Why have you not been searching for me!?

Alucard wrote:

Alucard had just popped open the gift Integra had given him and stopped to enjoy the aroma, the subtle hint of how things used to be back ages ago; the subtle undercurrent of blood which had quenched his thirst when the earpiece exploded with anger. With a smirk, he poured some of the delicious current straight into a glass and stirred it around with a movement of his wrist. He took a long hard drink and savored the palette as it brushed past his tongue. This was truly how things were supposed to be and so much more refined. The No Life King let out a refreshing exhale which he was sure to let his master hear. "Why, I have no idea what you mean. We searched high and low but our enemies seemed to have hidden you well. I figured with a fury like yours that your captors would be hard pressed to keep you prisoner. It sounds like I was right. I am glad to hear that you are alright, my master. Now, where have your captors hidden you so that I may be there at once?"

Integra growled when she heard the tone of his voice, and the lack of urgency coming from it. If she were in front of him she would be shooting every bit of ammunition she had available including quick silver. Du hurensohn you know damn well what will happen to all of you if the round table finds out that I'm not there. If you must know I'm somewhere cold. I have no idea what else seeing as how I was knocked out! You did not even try to follow us you bloody git! Acum, asta e tot ce ştiu este că e foarte frig, nu e ceva de gheaţă în crăpăturile din pereţi, şi eu sunt blocat aici cu acest idiotul de grăsime! Acum, vin sa ma sau altceva voi îngropa atat de departe in sol nu va şti ce fel este înapoi la suprafaţă şi în ce fel este în iad!

(English Translation: Now that's all I know is that it's very cold, there's some ice in the cracks of the walls, and I'm stuck in here with this fat idiot! Now come get me or else I'll bury so far into the ground you won't know which way is back to the surface and which way it is to hell!)

After much force of will, Alucard appeared outside the cell in a method similar to the teleportation method of Schrodinger. Glass still in hand, Alucard merely smiled and responded, "Very well, My Master. I'm glad to see that I still catch you in such high spirits. It's nice to know that even a place as cold sa this one can't put out the fires behind those eyes. With that, shal we get going then?" With that, Alucard opened up his coat to reveal the dark flames that normally came with his phase shifting abilities.

Very well then. Integra cleaned her glasses first before opening up the cell door, and stepped towards Alucard. She stepped close enough to where his coast would cover her, but not enough to where she had to touch him. Take us home. I need a bath, and I feel like I can eat a whole cow.

(ooc: short post is short to move things)

Alucard smirked at her last comment and replied, "Very well. My sentiments exactly. What do you suppose we should do with him?" Alucard pointed at the Major.

Integra sighed looked at the Major in his cell, and blinked. Then she adjusted her glasses, and coldly replied to Alucard. Leave him. He'll get them to come here, and when they do come here I want to be enjoying a 72 oz piece of cow with roasted potatos, and salad.

(OOC) Originally sent as PM to all Millennium members.

The Major wrote:

"Attention, everyvone. Zhis is your glorious major speaking to you from ein cell in ze Antarctic. All available soldiers are ordered to trace ze location of zhis signal und attack! Zhese men have spat in the faces of each und every vone of you. Take your revenge! Leave none alive!"

Alucard smiled and extended the shadow of his coat around Integra. Slowly, eyes began to open in the dark and the form of Alucard began to blur and distort. With a pop, Alucard once again emulated Schrodinger's teleportation and disappeared on the spot.

Exit to Alucard's Cellar Dungeon

Arcturus woke to the pleasant and enjoyable rings of the alarms and still felt the great feeling that came from all of the surgery that was done to him. Straining to even try to get up, Arcturus reached for the laptop next to his bed, flipped it open and observed the cameras to see that their captives had already escaped. Infuriated, Arcturus made to move but still couldn't quite get up. Within moments, he began to feel a burning in his chest and a message appeared in his inbox. Already knowing what it was, the old man proceeded to active the chemical agents Stein had modified in his subordinates so they would not remember and laid back in his bed as acid began to rip a hole through his chest and finally, the bed underneath him.

Honestly no reason to continue being here, so I'ma just move Major forward in time. All the Illuminati are gone or something, so there's no battle to happen. This is the end of me temping Major.