The fall of European Undersea Facility 02 [FINISHED]

[WHAM]

You snap into consciousness as you hear someone shouting.

Gruff male voice:
“Fucking waste, sir! Green is a lost cause! Flooded and shot up and the dome is busted! Looks like they crashed into it when trying to force their way to the sub bays or something.”

Male voice:
“Survivors?”

Gruff male voice:
“Two, but I think the other one might be gone. Best get more hands in here so we can move them, though.”

There is a pause, you can barely register sounds of footsteps around you.
An unknown pair or strong hands grab you and carry you for a short distance before setting you down on a plain metal floor again.
You try to open your eyes, but only manage a slight twitch of your eyelids. The effort hurts and you head throbs like it's about to explode.


Female voice:
“Good to see you again, Henderson. How are they holding down there? How many left?”

Male voice - Henderson:
“Can’t say, I’d guess about a dozen, could be more. They finally smartened up and shot the surveillance cameras down there.
With green lost and blue gone silent, all I can guess is they outnumber us now, but not by much, and we’ve got a better position.
Let’s just hope they don’t figure out how to get inside the security rooms...”

Female voice:
“Casualties in the last attempt?”

Henderson:
"We lost two men, headshots, no time to even... Yeah, we're down to twelve men down there, three more injured.
We really need to get down there in case they try again."

Female voice:
“Of course. Let’s not give them more time, then, once we get this dealt with, you can go back to the others.”

Henderson:
“Hell of a risk we took, compared to the reward. We might have been better off had we not sent the sub to pick these guys up.
I would have hoped for more survivors from green...”

There is a short pause.


Henderson:
“He’ll live, at least?”

Female voice:
“I think so. Lucky man, looks like the safety helmet saved him in the end. The bullet ricocheted off the skull, judging by how the skin has been torn.
He’s probably got a hell of a concussion and it’s a miracle they...”

Gruff male voice:
“The other one’s dead, gone during transit. It’s a miracle he was conscious when we got to them, what with that loss of blood.”

Female voice:
“Shit! Okay, get him out of the sub for now. Look! I think he can hear us... Give me that medkit!”

Henderson:
“Shit, I think you're right! I’ll get the stretchers, we’ll take him up top so the doc can sedate him and do what he does best before we head down again.”

Female voice:
“Gimme a minute and I’ll have him ready.”

Henderson:
“Sure. Waterson, lock up the sub and get down to level 4, you know what to do.”

Gruff male voice - Waterson:
“Sir!”


The conversation means little to you and you don’t recognize any of the voices. The sounds seem to echo around you and you wish you hadn’t regained consciousness.
The pain is overwhelming and you would scream if you could, but you muscles still disagree with you and all you can muster is a weak exhale.


Female voice: 
“If you can really hear me, relax, this will help...”


You barely register the needle in your flesh, the sting such a small sensation compared to the burning in your head.
The injection takes effect quickly, however, and your brain goes numb, the pain subsiding as you slip back into the darkness.

---

You awaken to a dull pain in your head. You feel like you’ve been run over by a raging bull or something, but at least you are alive.
You open your eyes and are greeted by a bright fluorescent light.
It takes you a minute, but eventually your eyes adjust to the light and you can make out your surroundings.



You appear to be lying on your back on some sort of mattress in a large room.
A large table that would normally have taken most of the room has been tuned on its side and propped up against the wall, with a dozen chairs lined up next to it.
You can see several discarded items around you, as well as a couple of other mattresses, blood stained and messy.
Used syringes, bandages and other medical items on the floor tell you that this room has been used as a makeshift infirmary or dressing station, but it seems you are alone for now.
An IV stand stands next to you, connected to the back of your hand with a line. Looks like the IV bag has run out a while ago.
You think you can also spot a piece of paper with writing on it taped to the IV bag.

It’s eerily quiet in here: no footsteps, no gunshots, no running water, no humming air conditioners, nothing at all.
Even your own breathing sounds loud all of a sudden.

[Ghost]

> get up, slowly. check for pain/wounds.

(also admire the new interface)

[Tabata]

... and if you feel stable enough ...

> remove injection needle

> read piece of paper on IV bag

> check bags/inventory

[WHAM]

> Get up, slowly. Check for pain/wounds.

You decide your first action should be to stand up... WHOOPS! *CRASH*
After wobbling around a bit and managing to knock over your IV stand (with a deafening crash) you decide that it's plenty that you are sitting up right now.

You realize you are CONFUSED, movement is impaired.
Your head is in severe PAIN, possible loss of HEALTH / CONSCIOUSNESS if PAIN is not alleviated.

You raise your hand, finding that the muscles feel extremely stiff and aching, and try to feel your head. It appears that someone has wrapped your head with some bandages and gauze. You think you can feel lumps of coagulated blood in the fabric. You examine yourself a bit more and find that you are wearing a clean pair of pants and a clean shirt. There is no sign of your other items and even your pockets are completely empty.

[Joshy]

Is that an open medkit I see?
Whatever it is, it's worth taking a look if we're up to it

>Slowly crawl over to what appears to be maybe a medkit and examine for something to alleviate the PAIN

[Armageddon]

Stop being a pussy and get up, then block the cameras.

[Joshy]

>Search for that steak you promised us earlier! Nom! 

[WHAM]

> Slowly crawl over to what appears to be maybe a medkit and examine for something to alleviate the PAIN

You slowly make your way across the room to what you think are some first-aid kits on one of the chairs. The IV stand gets dragged behind you, the needle held in place on the back of your hand by some strong adhesive tape. Luckily your eyes did not fail you, there are three first-aid kits in total. Though they all seem used and opened, you examine the open one, as it is the most easily available one. Inside the first-aid kit you find:
- Roll of gauze
- Unsorted band-aids
- 2 blue rubber gloves
- 2 small bags of alcoholic antiseptic gel
- Syringe
- 2 (two) ampoules labeled "Morphine, 1ml, 10mg"

[Keith Keiser]

>Take both bottles of Morphine then say "Grabbin peels"

[Joshy]

>Unhook the IV bag from the stand so we don't keep dragging it around,

>Grab the syringe and morphine and wait for a more learned AGSer to jump in and say how much is a safe amount of morphine to take. We is in pain!

[WHAM]

> Take both bottles of Morphine then say "Grabbin peels"

You snatch the two AMPOULES of morphine and pocket them, gleefully vocalizing a silly line you can't even remember where you first heard it. Nevertheless, if there are any other survivors around, they now know who snatched "da peels". You smile wryly at your own little joke. No matter the situation, you sure do know how to crack a joke.



Sticking to the only original rule still being actively enforced: only 1 input per round. Sorry Joshy, try again, unless someone else has better ideas.

[Joshy]

>Unhook the IV bag from the stand so we don't keep dragging it around

There we go!
Sorry WHAM!

[Keith Keiser]

I'm happy that i took some unhappiness from him

[Big GC]

These people nursed us back from death. Lets take a punt and trust them in our sickened state.

>Call for help.

They sound like they know exactly whats going on.

Also

>Check our body for OC tattoos or markings

EDIT........

While we wait for the next scene, as someone who has just read all this in the past few hours, I have some theory's to share.

Wham tells us when we are in the dome it is more "moist" then the last time we saw it with a secret link. This moistness is thanks to "us".

Conclusions.

The overhead walkway was damaged in the OC attack.
We may have been a new gaurd assigned to dome security as the memo on the lap top had requested to beef up dome security.
We needed to break the glass cieling of the chamber we woke up in, I believe we were patrolling on the walkway when it broke and we crashed through the glass to the chamber below.



The fact that we "caused" the moistness of the dome probably indicates that the machine in the basement was designed to handle evacuating water in case of an emergency, as the crack in the dome is the source of the water.

Why do I think he is a new guard?? Because the boss lady on the com link didnt flinch or ask "who the hell are you?" during the web chat, instead she asks and I quote "And what about the dome? Is there any hope of salvaging it? We haven't heard from you since you reported in at the tram station"

Clearly she knows you and tasks you with saving the dome. Also the tram station seems to be on the other side of the walkway, putting you on the walkway during the time it could of broke.

So that is my origin theory. Newly assigned guard given someone eles's security pass untill the under funded dome security team could work it all out officially.

{of course this theroy also works for the insertion of a double agent   }

[WHAM]

Big GC, your post and the time and thought you put into it makes me all warm and fuzzy! I won't say if you are right or wrong, though, that's a secret to everybody! 
I probably cant update until monday, sunday evening if I'm lucky, so be back then! Sorry for the wait, people.

[Frodo]

I wonder what happened to our bald friend   

[WHAM]

> Unhook the IV bag from the stand so we don't keep dragging it around

You drag yourself clumsily up to the IV stand you have been dragging behinf you and unhook the IV bag from the stand. You also take the liberty of unhooking the other end from the back of your hand, using the pieces of tape that were holding it in place to cover up the small hole it leaves behind. Fortunately there doesn't seem to be much bleeding.

While unhooking the IV bag you also examine the piece of paper that was strapped to it. It's a simple piece of plain paper with the words: "You are safe" written onto it by hand.

[Sane Co.]

>bang on door and yell "I'm awake and alright."

[Eric]

>And then say it loud, "I'm black and I'm proud!"

[Bulbapuck]

Read through the 37 (!) pages to hopefully join in. Let me just say that you've done a really good job with this WHAM! I didn't actually intend to read through the entire thing, but I felt compelled to do so because I wanted to know what would happen next

Sane Co. beat me to it, but I think we should use some morfine soon, we don't want to lose health already