My name is Wolvinator.

I?m the best at what I do?

And what I do is step up to the plate in the bottom of the ninth and cream one out of the park.

Alright, so maybe somebody used that one liner before, but hey this is one of those situations that calls for it. These people you see standing beside me, we?re the ones that give a damn. Some of the only people in the burned out bird that stand up and fight when maniacs think they can waltz in and do whatever they want. These people are some of my best friends, allies, associates, and others that I?ve picked up along the way. It?s not many people, I?m not standing in the middle of the street with a bagillion soldiers, a zillion flying fairies and a giant twenty-story marshmallow man. It?s a few of us, we kinda gained the nickname ?Coalition Against Chaos.? Hell? I don?t even like the name all that much, but I got enough organizations under my belt that I probably look like jolly old Saint Nick with a huge belly.

The city needs a hero. Actually more then one, this City needs a band of heroes. Well take a picture bub, cuz something this pretty doesn?t just come down your street everyday.

I?m not gonna sit here and do ridiculous press releases to the public, or sit in the inn and talk about doing something. I?m the guy that does it. My actions speak for me, and as you?ve all heard actions speak louder then words. Sometimes that gets me into a mess of trouble, and other times it doesn?t. Lord knows that it probably aint helping me out with this upcoming elections, that I decided to run in. But what the hell? The political race aint half as important as this triathlon I seem to be involved in. The people and the city comes first, regardless if I?m running for office or not.

It?s always something. Insect creatures that crash land on the planet, crazy slavers and light saber wielding maniacs. A couple of days prior to this, I was running around like a space jockey trying to do a first Contact situation. Then this mess happens, and I already know who?s behind it. I happened to attend one of the meetings he was holding in his inn, I didn?t manage to get a Members Only Jacket or a decoder ring, but the information I heard going on there was all I needed. In times of crisis, I call in some of the Elite to help me take the trash out. And that?s what?s going on here tonight.

You can smell the things walking your way, you don?t need a heightened sense of smell to catch their foul odor; too bad for me though, it kinda makes it worse. They?re turning the corner, and headed right for us. They have some sorta green glow about their eyes, obviously possessed, possibly being controlled. They have some animals with ?em. Cute, really f?ing cute. Looks like they probably cut through some of the city guard already, I work with those guys and I don?t take too kindly to hearing that letters have to be sent to the homes of your average everyday officer. A guy working the night shift, he doesn?t even really want to. Just trying to make ends meet, feed his kid, that sorta thing. That kinda stuff really rubs me the wrong way.

It?s kinda funny, those zombified zoo animals have claws. It?s not gonna be pretty, and I?ll probably piss somebodies family off by taking out one of their loved ones that already passed, or I?ll probably get a letter from PETA. But I have a feeling that if PETA send me one of those letters, I?ll just drop a teddy bear at their doorstep. One of these Teddy Bears and just make it all better. Unfortunately tonight, I?m gonna have to show some of those cute and furry animals how a real animal? uses their claws.

The name is Wolvinator.

And you?re about to find out why I am, and we are, the best at what we do.



((These series of posts is in response to the playable which initially started HERE If you want to join in on the fun, just reply to this thread. All people that wish to defend the city are more than welcome to post here. :) ))

With his chin tucked down, his eyes followed the change of the 'average woman ex-cop'. He rubbed his nose then shifted his attention. His lips quirked into a smirk.

"Yeah. I'm with her."

His eyes flickered a moment, shifting from feline back to human. He had guns, lots of guns and other goodies on his person. And when his favorites were gone, he had skills much like those she'd already demonstrated.

He doesn't attend meetings. He doesn't give speeches. He hates politics, and the only reason he's in the Guard at all is 'cause he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. But he's always stood against the darkness, and silver badge or no, that's not going to change now.

He's been standing the night watch because he's at home in the night, comfortable with the darkness - so he was there, again, when the raids began, when the dead rose, and when hordes of screaming madmen and snarling monsters flooded the streets. He was there, and he fought, as he always fights - with valor and ferocity, with a cry on his lips and a fire in his breast, with sword and gun and the living flame that comes at his call. The dawn found him still standing in one of the many small plazas of the Market, surrounded by the bodies of friend and foe alike, with a knot of civilians huddling behind him for protection. The next dusk finds him walking his beat, limping slightly, but just as sure, and just as swift.

He's been bruised and battered, bloody and beaten - but never broken, never surrendered, and never quit. He is a candle against the darkness. He is the Last Knight.

Well, that was why he was here... to kill something, or more specifically, someone. But he hated slavers, so 'nuff said. If it amused him to be on the side of light for a change, he didn't show it... because everyone knew, the Grendel didn't have a sense of humor.

But when this latest little distraction was over, he was going to kill the man he came for and everyone he loved, and then Grendel would be on his merry way.

There were four of them, and each was bigger and more menacing than the next. Their faces were covered in scars, and they were all adorned with straps and holsters that held a variety of killing devices.

They were mercenaries, and they were being paid well for the job they were about to do. They might have even done it for free, as they were men who did not appear to shun violence. Indeed, the biggest one was grinning like a kid on Christmas morning as he dragged the girl by the hair, ignoring her kicking and screaming for help as he went.

Her cries were loud and desperate, but they were lost in the chaos of explosions and the hundreds of other screams filling the night.

The largest one was very nearly salivating as he heaved the girl into the modified prison transport he and his men would use to bring the girl and any others they captured back to the drop point. He was looking forward to "sampling the merchandise" before giving them up.

"Please, please, let me go!" the girl screamed as the large man slammed the door shut on her, laughing at her terrified weeping.

?Sorry, darlin?,? he said through a gap-toothed grin. ?Yer gonna get me too high a price.?

The young woman let out a wordless scream of anguish as another explosion thundered in the distance. She sank to her knees and wept into her hands.

The large man just grinned and turned to his fellows. ?Let?s move onta the next block. There?s a nice one I?ve had me eye on for three weeks now. Real stuck-up type.?

The smallest of his companions, a man of perhaps six feet tall, with thick bulbous arms and a jagged scar slashed horizontally across his face, let out a high pitched giggle that was at odds with his menacing appearance. ?Yeah, yeah! Let?s get some more, Jaxy!?

The large man, Jaxy, slapped a meaty hand onto the shorter one?s shoulder and nodded. ?Aye, let?s get us some mo-URK!?

A blue pulse spat out of the darkness high above and impacted against Jaxy?s back. He dropped unceremoniously onto the ground, splatting face first into a shallow puddle of muddy water. The other men whirled and pulled knives and blasters from their holsters, but a second blue pulse sped through the air and collided into the shorter man?s head. He was propelled backwards and sent sprawling into the wrought iron gate that had proved so ineffectual at keeping the men out of the young woman?s home. He did not get up again.

The other two began to fire wildly into the night, their confusion compounded by the explosions and screaming that echoed all around them.

?Sniper!? the first one called out, as if this would be helpful. The last man was slightly more intelligent, and was already diving for cover. This made him the priority target, a fact he realized when a blue pulse of energy smashed through the merchant?s cart he?d jumped behind and splattered against his chest. He had only a brief moment to groan before he too collapsed to the floor.

The last of the men was dropped hardly a heartbeat later. He was perhaps the most successful of his group, as he?d managed to spot where the pulses were coming from, high off in the distance atop a tall building. This knowledge did not serve him well, however, as he made the realization only an instant before the blue pulse struck him in the midsection and he fell lifelessly to the ground.

The girl in the transport paused in her weeping. The sounds of chaos all around her had died down somewhat, although there were still the booms and distant screams off in the rest of the city. The men that had captured her, however, had all gone silent. Tentatively, she peeked her head up out of the viewport of the door.

Then she screamed as a crimson beam of light sliced down out of the night. She dove backwards towards the other end of the hold. The scent of something burning filled her nostrils.

An instant later the modified prison transport?s door swung open on its hinges. The lock had been vaporized.

Amazed at this turn of events, it took the girl a few moments to think to scramble out of the hold and jump out onto the slick pavement below. Her eyes widened as she spotted the four men who had nearly succeeded in kidnapping her. None of them were moving. She nodded. Good.

It took her only a few more seconds to race back into her house, lock the doors, and find a nice, safe place to hide. She would remain there the entire night, and her parents would be thrilled to find her unharmed in the morning.

***

High atop the rooftop, Dolus Gairu adjusted the zoom on his Phased Pulse Rifle and did a quick sweep of the surrounding area. Satisfied that there were no targets, he reached under his shirt and tapped his fingers against something before speaking in a low voice.

?Dolus to Wolvie. Sector 11-Charlie is secure. Shifting to Sector 11-Beta.?

There was no acknowledgment, but he didn?t need one. They each had their roles to play. Wolvie was the up front guy. Dolus was the guy who watched the up front guy?s back.

He swiveled the rifle several degrees to his left, took aim, and closed one eye. He found his target, took a deep breath and spoke once to himself just before he began to pull the trigger again.

?It?s gonna be a long night.?

He pulled the trigger, and another merc dropped.

* Of course Aly was going to join in on the fun. Wolvie couldn't have it all to himself. Lets see what would a big bad animal want? A locked and loaded gun being held by a gun slinging soldier or a sexy little thing hanging out on the street corner allllll alone? Agh.... we thought so too.

Aly paced the street corner in knee high skin tight patent leather boots, a leather mini skirt, that was actually rather maneuverable and had shorts beneath it, a skin tight corset, one she often trained in and could move well in and a thigh length leather trench. She was no cheap wench, she was a saucy little thing. Hair in a ponytail, it bobbed back and forth as she paced the street corner shouting out playful obscenities to various men. Hey, she had to play the part and play it well. There were a few men whom she had made blush and a few women whom she'd made pissy, but it was all part of the job. Eyes, ears, and sense of smell were all on high alert. Daggers rested on the insides of either boot, one on each hip and one on either side of each breast, much the way one would carry their guns in those cute little chest holster, yanno, the ones that look like suspenders? There was a pretty little decorative cross that hung between her breasts, which when pulled up was really a bodice knife. She was well equipped for play time.

Besides her equipment, Aly had other various abilities, but they were all undetectable to the naked eye and were her naughty little secrets. Bright red lips pursed together as she gave a wink to a rather haggard looking man.*


Oh boys... its time to come out and play.... *she whispered softly to herself, a smirk crossing her lips.* Mama is a hungry one tonight... *her tongue flicked out over her fangs as her comm badge, which was hidden from sight was pressed.*

Aly to Wolvie, sexinator is hot and ready for pursuit. *she couldn't help but giggle in her head. This was all too much fun.*

My name is Wolvinator.

I?m the best at what I do?

And what I do is play situations like this smart.

Sure, what?s more fun than tearing and rip roaring through a bunch of mindless undead beasts? Not having to get any of their muck and nasty green juices all over my clothes. It seems like you have to wash your clothes in acid to get that rank smell out once it?s on there. So instead I?m sort of hanging back, and taking heads off with my Desert Eagle. I know it?s not as effective as a Phaser is, but there?s no reason to go around showing all the cards in my hand at once. That?s another reason why I?m keeping my distance, and using the handgun.

I don?t need to go into specifics, or show you anything flashy. If you?ve seen me work before, you know what I?m capable of. I?ve had more than enough combat weapons training then I can basically remember, but that?s thanks to all the times I?ve had to use one in real life situations. So when you are forced to use that training you learned so long ago, so often, it gets engrained into you. The way you hold the handle, take aim, squeeze off two rounds and pause. It?s that sort of thing that anyone with any type of formal training will instantly realize, and gain a certain respect for them. I?ve got to admit, seeing someone work that way makes me smile a lot faster then a clown thinking he?s John F?in Rambo and just unloading into someone. Anyone can pull a trigger, but it takes a warrior to be effective.

Alotta people in this town know me. Some people have seen the way I work. But I like to switch it up, keep ?em guessing. That?s another reason why I?m not being flashy, or using anything else but my gun. Dolus always has a contingency plan for his contingency and yadda-yadda-yadda. I have to admit, that?s sort of rubbed off on me. I always have something else up my sleeve, ya have to? in a place like this. Without it, you?re just another mindless undead creature with glowing green eyes. Not only do I have these people fighting directly beside me tonight, there are a few other individuals placed around other parts of the city. If you find yourself just fighting in one area, the Evil won?t go there. So ya sorta have to be everywhere at once. My goal here tonight is to protect the city, and send a message to the clowns that are behind it all. And we already know just who those rookies are.

I heard Dolus?s report, and I didn?t respond, didn?t have to. It might be hard to believe this, but him and I have been working together longer then some people have been walking upright. Undead minions ravaging the night trying to quell their thirst for destruction; yeah? I guess it?s sad to say this isn?t a first for us, and it?s even sadder to know it won?t be the last. With him watching my back, it makes all the difference. Give you that nice warm and fuzzy feeling. You know the one. The one you felt as a kid when it was cold outside, and you were snug as a bug in a rug inside your bed sheets. Nice, warm and toasty. That?s the feeling he gives me, any more of a feeling? well that would be a little on the ?creepy? side, wouldn?t ya say?

So here we are. With all the slashing, beating and gunshots we?ve got here over the last forty minutes or so, it looks like there?s enough green goo and dead juices to really make me feel bad for anyone that?s got to clean it up. But I guess cleaning it up is a helluva lot easier then doing what we just did here. At least this area?s secure, thanks to the band of people that were fighting shoulder to shoulder with me here.

I tap my comm badge, and I speak into it.

?Wolvinator to Dolus?? Yeah I know, I sound all gruff and deep like. I can?t help it, just the way my voice comes out in the heat of the moment.

?Sector twelve Bravo all secure, moving to sector twelve Alpha.?

Sector Twelve Alpha. That?s closer to Aly?s current position. She?s cute that one. Sexinator, that?s what she called herself. Sure it was poking fun at my name a bit, but she was being playful. With what she?s got in store, any Slaving clowns or mercs that approach her are going to be in for one helluva surprise.

I wonder how some of the other people are making out around the city, I?m sure I?ll find out, especially after this.

My name is Wolvinator.

And these zombies sure aren?t the best at what they do. Then again, they weren?t expectin? us.

Shape shift - nose to the wind
Shape shift - feeling I've been
Move swift - all senses clean
Earth's gift - back to the meaning of life
~Of Wolf and Man, Metallica

It felt good to cut loose. Each of the three had their preferences when it comes to fighting. She was well versed in Special Weapons and Tactics, but every since the change, she would gauge what was needed where.

This time she was moving through the streets literally ripping the creatures that got in her path. She trusted Damon and Akiko to be at her back. She knew she had made the right choice in them.

Teeth and claw was what these creature would now be facing. They had young ones to protect. They did not have fancy code names or sector codes. They had a clear purpose and no one would get in their way.

The cries of a young girl drew her attention. She ran to the sound and found some of those *men* dragging one off. She reached the wagon just as they locked her in. They did not have the chance to even scream...

Tooth and Claw...

There was a wenching sound as she ripped the door from it's hinges. The lock may have been strong, but everything had it's weakness. It was just a matter of finding and exploiting it.

The girls in the truck cowered when they saw the monster before them. They only had the briefest of minutes to act as the creature before them snarled, "Run."

She wasn't in this for politics. She found all the candidates lacking, even Wolvinator. The difference was that Wolvinator was in the trenches acting. The others were hiding in their cozy homes and railing at the madness from prepared speeches or offering token solutions. None of them were out to risk their necks for anyone.

However, even she would not risk her people in an unattainable situation. Once the girls had scattered, she roared again. This time the meaning was clear...

Pull Back.

Eventually killing mutant zombies from hell gets a little boring as the early morning hours give way to dawn and daylight. Akiko heard the sound of birds chirping as her alarm clock went off. Hitting the snooze button she opened her eyes to a new day. The dream of killing mutant zombies from hell evaporated like mists of fog being burned off by the heat of the sun.