Strap yourselves in, because this is going to be a long one.
So, I hadn't been at MIST very long before I got grouped up with a bunch of other Scions (apparently that's what people like us are called) and sent on a mission. Heck, we didn't even have time to get acquainted! The MIST Director (who is a hot blond, herself, I might add) sent us to Whittier, Alaska to find out why the MIST crews stopped reporting. Apparently another team had gone in and went missing, too.
Now, naturally, being from Florida, I prepared for cold weather. Well, what no one told me is that Alaska is still warm this time of year! The gang got some good laughs out of it. >.<
So, we took a ferry out of MIST (It exist in a sort of "space between spaces" sort of way. Don't think about it too hard.) and landed us on a ferry south of Whittier. I also got to meet Hal's buddies then, too. They looked like a bunch of military vets. though not in the grizzled old soldier, sort of way. More like, still young, but have seen some shit.
We rented some 4 seater trucks and drove the rest of the way. When we got there, the city wasn't exactly brimming with people. I think someone said the population is only a little over a hundred. So there was this big abandoned building where we started our investigation.
It was kinda creepy in there, but we didn't have time to think about that. Our noisy entry (Hal's buddies breached the door SWAT style) attracted a bunch of misshapen goons down on us. I got roughed up a bit, but we took them down, easy enough.
A little bit more searching of the building had us find a room that I really didn't want to go inside. I mean, when you see a hardened military guy vomit from what he sees, you get second thoughts. I was filled in later that the place was a charnel house of human bodies stacked like meat for the cooking.
Hal told me he spoke with a ghost of one of the missing MIST agents... guh, it's making me sick to think about this part. This guy, Ives, was forcing the captives to... ugh... EAT each other. I'm told that cannibalism in these parts is what makes people become creatures called Wendigos.
We were ready to leave, but Andrew had some owls do some scouting for us and reported to him about the mining camps. Apparently the other agents of the Titans (ancient big-bad-evil-guys) had enthralled the workers and were making them dig into the mountain, instead of rebuild the city. I was ready to go kick some ass, but Andrew stopped us. I don't know what he did, but he found out Ives was still in the building.
So, we went down to the lower floor and were confronted with this long hallway. Perfect for an ambush. I decided to play the bait and called out Ives for a fight. I... wasn't expecting a giant Wendigo to come bursting out of the wall. All I remember is a lot of pain and blacking out.
I woke up outside. The team had killed Ives (the Wendigo) and called in medical support for me and Lexi. She got punched around pretty bad. Oddly, that's where Claire and me began to bond. She had helped treat my wounds in the building and was still harping on me for getting nearly killed. I made a few lewd jokes about her having her fingers inside me. She seemed to enjoy that humor.
So, the Director showed up with a woman named Idun (there are so many hotties working for MIST, it's crazy!) who gave me this pink stuff to drink. Healed me right up. I still felt like I'd been at a club all night, but it was pretty cool. I wonder if we can get some of that for the next mission?
The director told us Ives wasn't really dead and he'd come back if we didn't... boil his heart and drink it. At least a wendigo's heart is a block of ice. Still we all took a drink and my GOD. It was like... liquid nitrogen, going down! I felt a lot faster and overall stronger, afterward, though.
Andrew had learned other things about what was going on. I... only half listened... ehehe... something about an alliance between this Frost Giant leader, Utgard-Loki and someone called Ang... angry... (*searches again*) Angrboda. Okay, I'm not up on Norse myth, just greek, don't kill me.
We were making plans when a bunch of explosions went off and caused a landslide to come down at us. We fled to the cars and bolted for the edge of town. One got clear, the one I was in got half buried, bet we were okay. The third... well... that had most of Hal's friends inside and it got crushed. He took it pretty hard, understandably. Though, he said something about them being in Valhalla and that they could be brought back. I do know that much about Norse myth that those guys must have been the Glorious Dead. Huh.
So, we dug out the truck and met back up with the others. We didn't have a lot of options so we had to hoof-it back into Whittier and up the mountain. We knew about the different dig sites, we just had to find the right one. I did this thing, by looking at the moon and brushing it off and I could see the surrounding area (Don't ask me how I knew I could do that... I just did. Being a Scion is weird). I found the camp, and while we debated about what to do, I found another one nearby. We decided to steal some cars and rig them with explosives.
Then the fun part came! We drove those cars right into their camp and blew up some stuff! It was awesome. We kicked some giant ass for a bit, but then... I happen to notice the fire spreading to an ammo crate. I yelled for everyone to get clear, I even tried to knock a giant onto the crate... didn't work. I blacked out again. I remember a boom, and pain.
I wasn't out long (thank god), and woke up fully healed... in the middle of a big fire! So, yeah.. my clothes got burned away. I didn't notice until Lexi called attention to it. Hal lost his clothes (Nope, I'm not telling you what I got to see) and Claire was reduced to her kevlar vest and daisy dukes (rowr!). A lot of eyeballing occurred.
Once we stopped ogling each other (okay, I did most of the ogling) we went into the mine. Oh, I forgot to mention, this is when we thought Andrew was dead, because we couldn't find him. We found our way into this big feasting hall meant for giants and the gate we were looking for. As well as a couple other giants and this guy with white hair and black skin.
That was Rigvar, the guy in charge. Well, in the blink of an eye, Claire shot him and Hal nearly punched his head off. In fact, he tore it off after. Andrew had managed to steal a MIST uniform and sneak in, so while we were dealing with Rigvar, he was trying to seal the gate.
The two giant guards were scared and made for the exit, only to run into the spears of a team of valkyries and the Director (she's earning a lot of Cool Points). I rushed to help Andrew with the Gate. We had to pry these crystals out that were made from Utgard-Loki's essence, or something. I pried out one, Andrew another, and Hall the third.
Before we did that, Ugard-Loki himself appeared in the gate, not happy with us. He even called Andrew by name! I've never been so cold in my life! We closed the gate and kept big bad from coming through. Thankfully, the Director had some spare uniforms she could give us, though, by that point, the only think keeping me "decent" was the silver second-skin I had.
We had a moment to take a breather, and... things happened. Kenny and Hal got to talking and were sharing a flask. I could tell they were checking each other out. While Claire and I... we got a bit naughty. We egged each other into a date and she made a "pics or it didn't happen" about my earlier nudity. I answered by doing a little strip... which she took photos of on her phone. I guess I got caught in the moment? It's a bit weird to look back on and talk about it. Oh well, Claire is too much fun. ^^
Wow, this was long and I'm not done yet. Time for a new entry!
Next Time: Part 2, Getting Trolled by Trolls
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