Marathon: Antimarathon
PART 1, CHAPTER 1:
Some Missiles Don't Explode
PART 1, CHAPTER 1:
Some Missiles Don't Explode
*Walks in through one of the Marathon's countless sliding steel doors.*
[OOC] Hey guys, it's Irons. But don't let that fool you. I'm here to do some Marathon roleplay. Join in and maybe we can weave a story together![/OOC]
Before you stands Mjolnir Cyborg #13. They decided to skip a few numbers, ending up on 13 of all places. 13 has lived up to the expectations surrounding his designation: things have consistently gone bad around him, never causing direct difficulties, but always affecting the ones he loved. Most recently?most importantly?one of his friends has gone missing and the rest have died horrible deaths on the surface of Tau Ceti.
*Looks at radar screen in the abandoned bridge of the Marathon*
"That's odd. 50 years here and I've never picked up on readings like these. Adrift for so long... maybe I'm going crazy."
*Slams a fresh clip into his long-cold Assault Rifle.*
"Then again, maybe not..."
From out of nowhere, the Marathon groans and shakes from a sudden impact. Alarm systems activate after decades of inactivity.
*Turns to the door he just entered, ready to find out what's going on.*
"I'll get to the bottom of this..."
TO BE CONTINUED