Fight on the Beach - Chapter 3

Simone Baptiste

Simone Baptiste - French
Rolf - German - Simone’s Dog
Chuck Naldrett - Canadian - DaveG
Sampson Strong - English - PJ
Leonid Rokossovsky - Russian - Sukh
Rosalyn De Steel - English - Dabe
Richard Bering - English - NPC
Pitik Loshang - Islander - NPC Bar owner

Beach Party Preparations

Chuck, Leonid, Samson and I decided to investigate the communication equipment to see if we could glean any more information about the military forces landing at the beach. After to be honest not much success we went back down to the sitting room to meet the others. There we met Rosalyn who was by herself and seemed to be a bit agitated. She explained that the others had left to ‘apprehend’ the Philippino and had taken the prisoner with them. Wishing us the best of luck in defending the beach she said she also had to go help in the pursuit and leaping into a car outside, sped off in the direction of Mweki leaving a cloud of dust behind her.
The four of us left in the house then had much discussion on what to do with the landings by the Military. I argued that we should show at least some resistance to the invasion; after all we were heroes, while the others thought that it would be a pointless exercise in the face of the incoming firepower. In the end we decided to defend one end of the beach but to position the truck that we had taken from the big house in a position to allow us to make a rapid escape. Leonid and Samson went off to get the truck and place it in position while Chuck and I stayed at the Beach on watch. I was feeling a bit overconfident about my powers at this point so I thought that I could maybe take on the powers of a dolphin and swim out to sea and observe the ship (or ships) off shore. So stripping off to my underwear, I handed my sarong and backpack to Chuck to take care of. Thinking back to this he was a bit slack jawed at this point but I guess he has never been to the beaches of southern France or Spain. So telling Rolf to take care of Chuck I dived into the water and swam out to sea. After 15 minutes of swimming and getting out 2-3 km from shore I had still seen no sight of any ships. It started to dawn on me that this was not a particularly bright idea so I started to make my way back to shore. One thing I did learn was that when I took on the aquatic adaptation of a dolphin, is that I picked up its smoothness through the water with its lessoned drag. So the next time I would not need to leave my bag behind. So a useful lesson learnt there, other than lets not swim miles out to sea. When I arrived at the beach Leonid and Samson were just parking up so I quickly recovered my sarong from Chuck and slipped it on before the others arrived on the beach.
After a bit more discussion we did come up with a sort of plan for the fight. Chuck would use his machine control powers to mess with the boats while they approached the beach. Leonid and Sampson would engage small groups of marines amongst the houses. I was to place myself in the water so I could engage targets of opportunity from hopefully an unexpected direction. I told Rolf to stay close to Chuck unless the others were hurt. We then just sat around to wait for the arrival of the invasion with Chuck manning the transmitter in the house.

Beach Party Kicks off

After a while we picked up the sound of multiple boats incoming into the beach. I slipped into the water and some swam some small distance from the shore. The others then deployed themselves in their chosen locations, Rolf with Chuck and Leonid and Sampson together. When the boats got closer I dived and allowed them to pass overhead. I then popped up to see what was happening whereupon I observed five inflatable’s inbound to the beach. They looking similar to what I had seen the coastguard use down on the Med. Each seemed to have a handful of Marines aboard plus a pilot. The two boats at the far end of the beach were heading into the harbour while the three remaining boats were spread out evenly along the length of the beach between us and the harbour entrance. The third boat seemed to lose power and then started to drift. Some sort of engine problem I guess but it could have been Chuck. Suddenly the second boat along took a sudden change of direction and speed, started to rip along parallel to the beach. This to me looked very much like something that Chuck would have done. The change of speed and direction had been so violent that one of the soldiers had fallen overboard so I swam over to see if I could reduce the odds against us somewhat. I felt sad when I found out that he was been dragged down by the weight of his own kit. I had to suppress these feeling reminding myself that the military would suppress us without a seconds thought when we had done nothing wrong other than be gifted with these new powers. We were fighting for our freedom and I was afraid that blood would be split even if I wished otherwise.
At this point the first boat hit the shore at our end of the beach and six soldiers deployed onto the beach before starting to move towards the buildings leaving the naval pilot in charge of the boat. I started to move towards this boat while keeping myself hidden in the sea. At this point I saw an act of suicidal bravery with Leonid and Sampson leaping into the middle of the six soldiers. Leonid then did an attack moving almost faster than the eye could follow. This attack unfortunately seemed to prove ineffectual so Leonid then faded into a blur. The soldiers did not seem to be phased by this and unleashed lots of fire into Samson. This did not seem to do Sampson any good at all. Next round Leonid and Samson disappeared off to the buildings again, with the soldiers resuming their advance on the buildings.
While the soldiers were busy I decided this was my moment to strike, so pulling my shotgun out of my backpack I rose out of the sea like an avenging angel behind the pilot. Over the next minute a series of shotgun blasts drove the pilot backwards, with his armour taking the vast majority of the damage. At the same time there was lots of sounds of guns been fired and vehicles crashing up by the buildings. Even though it was taking longer than expected I was confident that the pilot was going down. Then there was a large clap of thunder and I felt a sudden disconnection, ROLF WAS DOWN! I looked up and saw Rolf and a Soldier was down on the beach with Samson standing over them. Sampson then moved up to the soldier and broke his neck!!! Not surprisingly this disconcerted me and my next shot at the pilot was somewhat off target. Sampson then advanced towards Rolf, he then gripped Rolf by the jaw and put his hand down Rolf’s throat, at this point I was almost going into mental lockdown at the thought of what Sampson was going to do next. Sampson then pulled his hand out of Rolf’s throat and wiped his hand on Rolf’s coat. At that moment my contemplation of “what in hell was Sampson was up to?” was cut short by a strike to my torso knocking me backwards. The pilot had taken advantage of my lapse in concentration and drawn his pistol and shot me. If I hadn’t got increased toughness I would have been in serious trouble. I saw Sampson throw Rolf over his shoulder and sprint down the beach in my direction. Arriving with me he dropped Rolf onto the beach at my feet and gripping the boat he lifted it right over dropping it onto the pilot. While I rushed to stabilise Rolf and bring him round, Chuck made a break from his building teleporting in our direction. The remaining soldiers then appeared from behind the buildings and unleashed a fusillade of fire in our direction. From sounds of a car been driven at speed I guessed that Leonid had found a getaway vehicle. To protect us on the exposed beach I dug a hole but was not quick enough to save myself from damage as I got hit, collapsing into the hole. Samson was using the boat for protection, holding it in front of him like a big shield.

Time to Leave.

So there we were, Chuck, Rolf and I lying in our hole with Rolf licking my wounds, while bullets impacted all round us and against the hull of the boat as Samson made his way up the beach. Surprisingly it did not take long for us to conclude that we had outstayed our welcome. I was the first to get out in the face of that firepower, shooting off at high speed. Little did I know that only a few of the soldiers were doing suppressing fire, the rest of them holding their fire for targets of opportunity and I was that target! I had not done more than a few paces before the bullets were winging in my direction, shooting all around me. Got clipped by one which I shrugged off, before been hit by a full bust which hammered me to the ground. I was still conscious but I was feeling very exposed lying on that beach a good 50 meters from cover. The only positive I saw was that Rolf had made it to the cover of the houses, as apparently I had drawn all the fire onto myself by been the first person out of the hole, lucky me. I just felt like merde.
Suddenly with a splash of sand I was back in the hole. Chuck explained he could teleport us all the way to the cover of the houses in one jump. Since I was not feeling too well I hung onto Chuck while he did this. When we arrived in the cover of the houses I observed that Sampson was climbing into the new car that Leonid had arrived in. I started to wonder what had happened to our nice 4*4 that we had, before the sound of more shooting broke up my concentration. Leonid drove off at high speed, in reverse!!! while I held onto Chuck as we teleported in pursuit. I called on Rolf who then bounded off after us, easily keeping up. When we had put some considerable distance between us and the soldiers we stopped to treat our wounds. Even though we had caused some casualties to the military none of us particularly wanted to re-engage so we decided to drive back to Mweki to see if we could find the rest of the party and to tell Richard what had happened. On arrival in Mweki all travel and combat stained, it was very quiet which I suppose should be expected since it was very early in the morning. We drove to Pitik’s bar to see who we can find, and ideally to get some rest, oh I could do with a long soak in a hot bath to ease some of my aches.

Fighting for Independence - Chapter 2

Simone Baptiste

Simone Baptiste - French

Rolf - German - Simone’s Dog

Sampson Strong - English - PJ

Leonid Rokossovsky - Russian - Sukh

Rosalyn De Steel - English - Dabe

Marcel Ventoux - French - Kell

Leopoldo Lugones - Argentina - Rich

Poncio Medina Jimenez - Spanish - PhilJ

Chuck Naldrett - Canadian - DaveG - Not here for this session

Milan Zadradnik - Czech - NPC

Richard Bering - English - NPC

Next morning I noticed more changes in powers, I no longer seem to be see other people’s auras any more but I can almost literally feel as if I am Rolf, with his strength, speed and his senses. Oh yes his senses, when you sense the world, the way a dog senses the world, its mind blowing! With a dog’s sense of smell the world looks so different, if seeing is the correct term, so multi coloured with a different layer of colour and texture on everything

Milan Zadradnik

So with a new sense a wonder I joined the rest of the party as we trooped out to do the favour for Richard. Our party is made up of Leonid, Marcel, Leopoldo (still wearing his codpiece), Rosalyn, Chuck (strangely distant), Rolf and me.

After a twenty minute walk down the indicated road we come to the temple nestling in a clearing, or what was the temple. It certain looks like it has seen better days with the roof having large holes. On one corner there is what looks like a minaret but it does not look too stable to me. We all venture inside and I try and get Milan’s attention. Since I had been told that Milan is a Czech I speak out in his native language to get his attention. He does appear, so I succeeded so far, but then he brushes me off “as a mere girl” and says that someone here is more worthy of his attention. Milan is a lot older than I expected looking like someone 70+, in fact thinking about what I know about the Czech’s he could have been involved in the Czechoslovakian rebellion of the 60’s, he was that old. That supposition was only further enforced with the tirade Milan directed in Leonid’s direction who took the criticism of the Russians as well as he normally did.

Then Milan turned his attention to Leopoldo saying that he showed promise but would need to be tested to see if he could put in the effort required to master his craft. Then both Leopoldo and Milan disappeared. A few minutes later we heard some explosions from the top of the minaret so it sounded like that is where they had gone. But when we tried to get up the tower we found that we could not, as the stairs had rotted and collapsed. We could hear voices from up there with Milan’s voice taking on a more exasperated tone over time telling Leopoldo to put in more effort. Suddenly around the temple a wall of green tentacles shot up completely enclosing us inside. It even shot over the roof to stop us getting out that way, as if we could fly. In the dim green light Milan and Leopoldo reappeared with a bang. Milan said that we were all worthless and deserved our fate. He then rips off his fingers and throws them onto on the ground, whereupon they all turn into Demons. Oh yes the situation was not good and things proceeded to get worse. These Demons seemed to be immune to most of our weapons and I wish I could say the same for us but I can’t. Even invisibility seemed to provide no defence as the demons seemed able to sense people even when hidden. I used super speed to keep myself at a distance while shooting, while Rolf would nip in and out for attacks in support of Leonid. Marcel got caught by two of the Demons and pounded into the ground. Chuck teleported in, grabbed Marcel and then teleported him out just before he was hammered again. It was not all one way as we did take out a few of the smaller demons but two of them did seem particularly hard. It all came to a head when one of the big Demons landed a particularly powerful blow on Leonid. He flew backwards about 10m into the base of the Minaret where his landing was softened by encountering Rosalyn and Leopoldo. Because of this Leonid was down but not out, very Russian you might say. Shame the same could not be said for Rosalyn and Leopoldo who were definitely down and out.

At this point I truly know where the battle was going and it was not going to be good. But I had an inkling of an idea that might get us out of the merde. I would try talking to Milan again as talking had saved me in the village and it was our best hope here. I called out to Milan” to stop as we did not want to fight him”. Milan answered “and that is not of my concern little girl”. But now I was beginning to fire on all cylinders and I responded “you are no better than the Russians in Czechoslovakia, just killing people who cannot defend against you. You say you hate them and everything they did to your country and then here you are, now acting like them”. Things went very cold and dark, and then suddenly I was taken to a church in some other dimension to talk to Milan. I then talked very rapidly and passionately to Milan, explaining that we meant him no harm but needed his help otherwise the American military would roll over us, all of us, like the Russians did in Czechoslovakia. Milan said he did not want to get involved, but I said “that like in the 60’s there would be no place to hide, as the military would kill us all, so we needed everyone to help and he was so very powerful. Would he at least talk to Richard?” Milan said he was willing to do this and suddenly we were back in the temple. With a whisk of his hands the tentacles disappeared along with the demons bar the two big ones who changed into men who then promptly collapsed. Then Milan disappeared again leaving us alone in the temple. I then sent Rolf to give a healing lick to the injured members of our party. It was only later that the thought occurred to me that if I can take on Rolf’s powers I can also take on his healing kiss, wonder who I should bestow that favour on? I find it hard to stop a smile crossing my face.

New Companions and Mission

After a bit of discussion we decide to revive the two unconscious ex-Demons. They seem to be very disoriented when they come around asking where did the demons go that they had been fighting. Rosalyn does a quick mind probe to confirm this and yes apparently they had been fooled into seeing us as Demons. We start to see if we did not before, why Richard wanted to recruit Milan. So we all troop back to Mweki where I informed Richard that Milan was willing to talk to him. I give Richard a briefing on my conversation with Milan so he does not ruin the foundations I have laid. He seems very pleased with me and what has been achieved. Sadly Richard’s flying friend Alexander was not about.

Richard then calls the group together to say it appears that the military have apparently got some informers in a town on the coast called Estevelo. Well that is what there communication intercepts are telling them. This does feel a bit like the French revolution with the people been oppressed and used by the military machine. I am beginning to feel a bit like a heroine.

Well anyway Richard would like us to go to Estevelo to investigate and find out what is going on. He thinks he can trust us as we have shown resilience in coping with situations so far.

On this mission the new guys decide to join us. Sampson Strong looks like a body builder and used to be part of a strong man act in a circus so a clever naming strategy there.

The other more rounded fatherly figure is called Poncio Medina Jimenez. He describes himself as a simple Spanish fisherman.

Estevelo

Next day we set out for Estevelo and after most of a day of solid walking we arrived in the late afternoon, feeling a bit foot sore. When there I enquire with the locals for a good place to stay. They direct us to a lodging house where apparently all the foreigners stay. Wonder what about our party gave us away. Well since we were tired, the lodging house was as good a place to start our investigation as anywhere. When we arrived we booked ourselves in and then met the other guests in the communal living/eating area. There were not many other guests, only 5 in number. Like our own party they were a mix of nationalities. The only thing they had in common was that they were all supers and were on the run from the military like us. One thing that we were doing though was that we were fighting back unlike them! We did try and persuade them to join the resistance but they just did not want to get involved. Three were US citizens who whilst not liking the situation, felt uncomfortable going up against their own government. The other two said they would help where they could but did not want anything to do with any fighting. Even though they had super powers, at heart they were just scared people who wanted their old life back. While I understood their attitude I thought they were falling into the same trap as Milan. There was no way they could wish their powers away so they would be part of the war if they liked it or not. We asked them about other strangers in town but they knew nothing. We resolved to start our investigation of town tomorrow.

Into Town

Next morning we decide to disperse all over town to find any leads to new people in town, military sympathisers etc. Just looking for anyone or anything out of place really. One firm idea we did come up with is for Chuck to ensconce himself at the local phone exchange to see if he can intercept any Military calls and if so, identify where they originated from. The rest of us would meet up at the harbour at midday to discuss our findings. I personally did not have much luck in finding out anything suspicious. The only strangers in town were the ones at the lodging house and us apparently.

I checked in on Chuck before I went to the harbour to see what progress he had made. He told me had got some leads but because of the analog nature of the exchange he was finding it difficult to pin down the actual location. He would get there eventually though. I said I would tell the others and we would see him later.

When I arrived at the harbour it seemed like a big impromptu beach party had been kicked off by Poncio with his fine culinary skills and Sampson was helping to haul fishing boats out of the water. Rosalyn had managed to get a nifty Western Office suit and a pair of heels. I have no idea how she afforded that as we had no money. But other than that success, none of us had found out anything other than Chuck. But being the relaxed kind of group that we are, people started to get actively into the party mood.

Leopoldo starting to get a feeling that someone was watching our people, when he looked round he spotted that it was a young lad. This lad then started to run towards the centre of town so Leopoldo decided to follow. They went down a street towards the exchange so Leopoldo thought he should warn Chuck. He went into a shop to use their phone and rang up Chuck at the exchange.

Chuck announced himself with “Chuck!”

Leopoldo says “Leopoldo!”

...silence...click. Leopoldo puts the phone down, he can only speak Spanish.

He comes out of the shop where he is confronted by the young lad on why Leopoldo is following him. This soon degenerates into a fight where it turns out that the young lad is in fact a Super with Mimic powers. After hitting Leopoldo he uses teleport to escape. At the harbour, Leonid and I had noticed that Leopoldo had gone missing so when explosions started happening we shot off into town at max speed. Rolf and I were fast but Leonid was that bit faster. We found Leopoldo battered and bruised in the street but basically ok. So we decided to leave him to be taken care by the rest of our group who were following along in our wake, while we go and see how Chuck is. When we arrived we found the exchange was under attack and Chuck was down. Rolf and Leonid charged in to engage the enemy Super while I shot at him with my pistol. After he had taken some damage he decided to bug out by using Leopoldo’s mimicked teleport power. The exchange had been wrecked and the best that Chuck can do now is give us an area of town for the origin point of the military transmissions.

Tracking

While the others checked over the exchange I went out to see if I could find any trace of the bad Super. By using Rolf’s senses I started to search for the scent path of the Super by searching in greater circles round the exchange. I eventually picked up his trail and followed it out of town. This was all going fine until we came to a river. He had evidently teleported across which was fine for him. To me it was going to be a bit more difficult, since this was no stream, this was a full blown river off the mountains and I had never learnt to swim!

Since I had been blocked in my pursuit I decided to reverse direction and work out where he came from rather than where he was going to. So I popped back to the exchange to see what everyone else was up to. When I arrived they had all finished their investigation so I explained my plan. In the absence of anything better they decided to follow my plan. Best not fail on my tracking then.

So we set off, Rolf soon lost the scent and just ran around as though it was a game. Fortunately I was on top form and the scent trail could not have been brighter if it had been painted with a fluorescent orange paint. As well as the harbour and exchange, he had spent some serious amount of time scouting out the lodging house from positions where he could remain hidden. From there the trail led out to a big house at the edge of town. Since I had done my job I was happy to step back into the background to let the others plan the next stage of the investigation.

House Break In

I was feeling fatigued after all my exertions of the day so my recollections of the next stage of operations are a bit vague so I will just summarize what I can recall

The house had a high wall round it with what looked like some sort of security system also in place.

When we got into the compound we found a large colonial house with attached garage and yard.

There was an old man in the hallway, who was monitoring the cameras. He then got killed by Leonid who did not know his own strength.

We found more staff upstairs, a young girl and her Grandmother, apparently Granddad was downstairs *cough*. I stayed with them to make certain they did not interfere with our search of the house. They told us that the owner had left some days ago and then returned. He had acted a bit strange since then as though he was not himself. From the smell in the owners room, he was the Super that I had tracked all afternoon. There was also the smell of someone else who had apparently visited the Super but this scent was very faint. We were told he looked like a Philippino, an army officer from his mannerisms.

Some of the others found a large satellite dish + equipment in the yard. This equipment was checked out for any information we could find before we disabled it.

The police then arrived.

We all scarpered in all directions, some over the wall and others past the police via invisibility or speed. This worked well for the majority but not for everyone. Leonid was fast, very fast but not fast enough, getting hit by a pistol shot as he exited the area. This took him out where upon he was rescued by another member of the party.

R & R

It been early evening we headed back to the lodgings. Leonid was ensconced in his room upstairs while I headed to my own room as I had things to do. In my room using materials I had obtained from Pitik Loshang in Mweki I proceeded to change my appearance. The thought had occurred to me that my description would have been reported to the police so maybe a change of appearance would be called for. When I finished I was really impressed with the change that I had effected, so I thought that I would go see how Leonid was faring. When I went into his room he was initially very shaken as apparently as I looked completely different. He was still not feeling well so using a healing power that I copied from Rolf; I held his hands created a feeling of wellbeing in him which enabled him to shake off his injuries.

While all this was going on upstairs, downstairs we had been visited by the police. Apparently it had not been a hard bit of deduction by them that Supers had been involved and they were all staying at the lodgings. Apparently they had been scared of us so had just issued a warning. I have no idea how we got away with the death of the old man.

Since Leonid was now feeling much better, we went downstairs to join the others to discuss what we could/should do next. This did not take long as we only had one remaining lead and that was the area of town which Chuck had identified as the origin point of the military calls. One of the other Supers in the lodgings was sent off to Mweki to tell Pitik Loshang, and Richard what was going on and what our next action was going to be.

Beach Road

The area of town we needed to explore was spread along a beach road which has a range of bungalows along it, some with dormers. These bungalows backed onto the beach so would have been nice to stay in, in happier times. Not particularly wanting to investigate every bungalow we decide to do a sweep of the area, Chuck seeing if he can spot any dodgy electromagnetic transmissions and Rolf & I using our more old fashioned senses to see if we can spot any smell out of place. We worked our way along the front before I identified the smell that I had noticed at the big house. It was the smell of the visitor to the Super, so we had our target bungalow. We decided to split our group into two even sized groups with people who could speak the same language. Going into the back of the bungalow from the beach side we had Leopoldo, Poncio, Rolf & me. Ok I know Rolf can not speak Spanish but at least I could control him. At the front of the house we had Sampson, Leonid, Marcel & Rosalyn. Chuck stayed outside to keep watch for anyone else arriving.

Our team entered the house by the backdoor which was not locked. Ahead of us was a short hallway with a door to the right. At the end it turned left with a stairs straight ahead dog-legged upstairs. We all crept in and opened the door to the right, it was a bedroom and unoccupied. There were signs of occupation but no one there at the moment so we continued down the hall to the corner. Down the hall to the left were doors to the right and left with a door at the end. The door to the right led into another unoccupied bedroom while the left also led into a bedroom. In this room all the furniture had been pushed to one side and various equipment had been set up. I guess its communication stuff as I can see a microphone and speakers & what looks like a satellite dish aiming out of the window across the beach and out to sea. I now went to investigate upstairs with Rolf while Leopoldo and Poncio checked out the door at the end of the hall.

A bit of a Tussle

Now this description of what happened at the front of the house I pieced together from talking to various people after the event.

Chuck picked the lock on the front door for team Frontal before going on sentry duty. They looked in to the room which seemed to be a living room judging by the sofas and chairs. Asleep on the sofas were two guys in military uniforms. Team Frontal now felt very happy as here was an opportunity to take down some guards down before they could fight back. They managed to sneak in without waking the soldiers and then lined up their most powerful attacks. This was going to be too easy!!! Then in a display of ineptitude that has not been seen for years, they did zip, nothing, zero damage to the guards. The sofa took a bit though. Then in a long, long drawn out fight the living room was trashed, it only came to an end when Leopoldo and Poncio came in from the kitchen and finished off the soldiers. A woman was also taken prisoner who had been sleeping in a bedroom above the living room. So victory for 6 of our team over 3 sleeping military personnel! Hurrah.

Elsewhere in the house things were very different. Rolf and I sneaked upstairs where we found a door at the top. When I tried the door handle it was locked but the door looked very flimsy so a quick shoulder charge and it should be open. Unfortunately that proved incorrect and it took two before we had burst into the room. In there we found a fully alert officer, a Philippino by the look of him, i.e. the top man, top boss, the big cheese. He also proved to be very skilled in martial arts as you would expect any top combat officer to be. The problem we had was that he was very hard to hit while he could hit us at will. Rolf fought protectively for a serious for amount of time, with me trying to get an accurate shot off to take him down but the guy was just too evasive. After the rest of the party managed to eventually overcome the sleeping soldiers Poncio and Samson came up to help. The enemy officer was more than capable of avoiding them also. During this period he was choked Rolf until Rolf blacked out. As more people arrived in the room I lined up an aimed shot to give myself the maximum possible chance of getting a hit. At that point he leapt out of the window before he could be shot. I leapt out of the window after him, tumbling down the roof to fall to the ground 10ft below. Everyone else did not seem keen to follow so I gave up the pursuit and ran back in to check on Rolf. When I arrived he was recovering so I gave him a healing hug.

After talking to the female prisoner we found out that the military had been strong arming Supers into helping them and there was going to be an imminent military invasion from the sea at this point in the next few hours. Oh merde!! Even though it was only supposed to be 30 odd marines none of us were confident of us stopping them after our last combat experiences.

Prison & Escape into the Hills - Chapter 1

Simone Baptiste

Simone Baptiste - French
Rolf – German – Simone’s Dog
Marcel Ventoux – French – Kell
Chuck Naldrett – Canadian – DaveG
Leopoldo Lugones – Argentina – Rich
Leonid Rokossovsky – Russian - Sukh
Rosalyn De Steel – English – Dabe
Richard Bering – English – NPC
Ross Baker – American – NPC
Carl Schnider – German - NPC

Imprisonment

Feeling groggy, I wake up in a brightly lit dormitory with patterned walls. All our clothing had been removed and replaced with brightly coloured prison garb. As I am coming round a man (who introduced himself as Richard) came over to see how I was getting on. He explained that we seemed to be locked in this room and people seemed to be waking up when the drugs had worn off. Richard was English and he seemed to be very nice. There are a crowd of us in the room from all round the world, including one Spanish man (Leopoldo) who has only one other person to talk to. There is a French man (Marcel) and a French speaking Canadian (Chuck) so at least we have a small group to talk to without struggling with English. In total there are seven men and two women in the group. The other woman is a 30+ year old called Rosalyn who, apparently comes from a very well off family in England. She is expecting her ’Daddy’ to get her out of this situation. The American (Ross) I spot giving Rosalyn and I the eye. I don’t like him as he gives me the creeps. At least some of others look slightly embarrassed when I catch them giving me the once over.

We are eventually let out of the room. The door seems to be controlled remotely as there was no one there when we exited from the room. Our prison consists of the dormitory, toilets with shower cubicles, kitchen, dinning room, lounge and an outdoor courtyard. Even this is not fully open to the air, been covered with some mesh approximately 10m up. This is apparently electrified, well at least according to the signs. There also seems to be cameras in all the rooms and a speaker system.

Over the following days (I loose track of how many) we are all kept imprisoned and only communicated to over the speakers. One by one we are all called into a side room. There they conduct more tests on me but were not very communicative even when I tried to engage them in conversation. Everyone I talked to was an American so I presume it was the same for everyone else. Despite repeated pleas I was not told anything about Rolf’s whereabouts or his condition.

Attempted Rape

More and more I found myself withdrawing from the group. Spending more time in the dormitory rolled up in my bed hiding from the world. Only leaving when required for more tests or to eat. My change in behaviour seemed to be not noticed by most of the group but was noticed by some.

One day Ross came in and despite repeated requests for him to go away he starts to force himself upon me. Feelings of fear now washed over me I realised his intent was rape as I was all alone and considerably smaller than him. Only when I started to scream did he stop and leaves muttering about “frigid French bitch”. This is my lowest time in the prison as while rocking back and forth rolled into a ball sobbing, I realised that the guards would have watched all this on their cameras and did not intervene. They could have helped but they had not, so we were not even valuable test cases to them. Later on Richard came in to ask me how things were. I sobbed out what happened and he said he would sort it out to make certain it never happened again. He asked if there was anything else he could do to make things better for me so I asked if he could find out anything about Rolf for me. He said he would do what he could but maybe it would be better if I stayed in the same areas as the rest of the group.

Stress Relief

I was not the only one who was finding things stressful as Leopoldo had taken to digging in the courtyard and Marcel was finding life without cigarettes very hard. Leonid is arguing all the time with Ross the American and has been beaten by the guards for his trouble. The next day I was called to the test room and informed that I would be taken outside. I was loaded into the back of an army truck which had its canvas sides down. From the few glimpses I had it looked like we were imprisoned on an army base in some tropical country judging by the heat and trees. After a 5 minute drive we drove into something that looked like a warehouse. I was then put into a side room to wait. I heard the door handle go and a guard walked in, … leading ROLF!!! *big big smiles and happiness* I hugged him and hugged him, it was great to see him and he seemed as pleased to see me. I stoked him, checked him for injures, scratched him behind his ears while he was his usual licky self seeming no worse for his imprisonment. It was great!!! But all too quickly he and I was separated and he was led away but at least I know he was here on the base with me and physically he seemed fine. On the route back to my own prison I tried to make a mental note of the direction/route from my prison to Rolf’s.

When I arrived back I found out that Marcel had been looking for me. He had received a pack of cigarettes and a couple of bottles of red wine and wanted to share it with someone. I was feeling very happy and wanted to celebrate so I happily acquiesced to his suggestion. We spent a very enjoyable couple of hours in the garden courtyard drinking wine, smoking and discussing all things French. That night I slept soundly for the first time in a few weeks.

Things go strange

Thing started to go strange in the house when one day Carl the German seemed to have a fit and started punching things. When we tried to calm him down he threw us across the room with what seemed like superhuman strength. Ross just backed off and watched. I felt a bit strange myself been able to see the seething anger/confusion that Carl was suffering. I was able to lay what seemed a calming blanket across his mind while the others managed to get control of him. At that point the guards burst in with guns and told us to back away. I could see their feelings of hatred tinged with fear directed at us. Two of them grabbed Carl by the arms and frog marched him out of the room.

We then started to discuss what happened. Ross was acting all big and tough which wound up Chuck the Canadian, who said that Ross was a coward who did nothing. Ross asked him to repeat this which Chuck was more than happy to do. Ross then leapt across the table to attack Chuck. Richard clamped down on the situation so when the guards came in, it was all peaceable.

Later the scientists asked us to do a test where we had to chose two people to survive and the reasons why. There were some noticeable results from this –

Most people chose themselves and either Rosalyn or myself. I was the more popular.

Both Chuck and I did not select Ross for survival as he was a coward, and in my case I said he was a rapist.

Marcel and I selected each other for survival as we are French.

Leopoldo and Rosalyn both chose each other, she because she loved strong men and he because she had big tits. Leopoldo does make me laugh.

Leonid was the only person to not select one of the women. He selected himself and Ross!! The reason been he could then kill Ross so he could be certain that no American lived.

Ross was not to happy about this, such a shame.

The Great Escape

That night Richard went round everyone to explain we were getting out. At midnight we all sneaked up to the test lab door and we found it open. We then ventured on through there to get into a corridor. My plans were to rescue Rolf as soon as possible. As we ventured down the corridor some of the others demonstrated their super powers.

Leonid seemed to be very fast while others turned invisible or teleported. I just had to run to keep up. Just outside the bunker we met a person who appeared like a huge (20' tall) baboon with steel jaws who it appeared Richard know, thank god. He was called Mandrill. We all then split up, Ross went off on his own (good riddance I thought), I went off to find Rolf, with Chuck decided to come and help me. The rest of the group decided to make a break for the security fence with Richard and Mandrill separating to organise the Super’s resistance. All this activity was done to a backdrop of explosions and alarms going off all over the base.

Chuck and I moved off towards a building that I thought contained Rolf but unfortunately we were intercepted by a Super who was wearing oversized army fatigues calling himself “Allegiance to the Flag”. He said he was rounding up the fleeing supers so they could help the Americans. We pretended to be innocents who had been attacked by rogue supers in our bunker. We told him they were still there and he believed us. Guess it is hard to be both strong and smart. Anyway he dragged us back down to the bunker. At that point we persuaded him that it would be dangerous for us to go in. so he ordered us to stay outside while he dealt with the issue of the rogue supers. The moment he went in and was out of sight, Chuck locked the bunker doors behind him. We than shot off to the animal pens.

The Rescue

Close to the pens we met another super who was an Indian guy called Ariyapala. He said that Richard had asked him to keep an eye out for us. I described the inside of the building to Chuck who then teleported Ariyapala and me inside. After suppressing some guards on the inside we released all the animals. I found Rolf and we hugged for a few seconds before Chuck pointed out that we should get out of there. So we ran outside where the other Super had to leave us. Chuck, Rolf and I made our way towards the fence where we met Ross, who had found a ‘friend’. Ross proceeded to try to freeze us to death, with lots of comments on “frigid bitch”, “who’s freezing who now” and “who’s a coward”. All the time we were been racked by waves of illness from Ross’s friend. Things were desperate and Rolf was down, so I ran to Rolf and picked him up. Chuck then moved to me and by some extra effort teleported us over the perimeter fence into the jungle beyond. Little did we know that luckily for us this was beyond the minefields as well. We were not pursued thank god. I was so pleased in getting away I hugged Rolf who gave me a big lick and then hugged Chuck who hugged me back. Rolf just runs round excitedly as he was outside and with his mistress. We then went off to find the others who had hopefully also escaped.

Into the hills

We quickly ran through the jungle towards the sound of people talking. Must be the rest of the party we assumed correctly. Some comments from the plebs in the group on why go back for a dog? But they don’t realise how important he is to me! A decision was quickly made to move through the jungle away from the base. So soon the noises of helicopters’ and explosions are left behind and all we can hear are the sounds of the jungle.

We tramped away for a few hours but then realised that things had all gone quiet. An American patrol was ahead. People start to exercise their powers and after much effort the patrol is overcome. We take anything useful they had like rations, weapons etc. I myself take a pistol. While I was quizzing one of the soldiers Rosalyn came up and shot him in the head.

Rolf he seems to be changing like the rest of us. He seems to be getting stronger, faster and when he licks me now I feel slightly better and less tired. I know this sounds a bit “Super Dog” but that is what it is like. The next 4 days we spend trekking into the hills until we get to a position above the jungle line where we can get a view of the lie of the land. At that point we can see that it looks like we are on an island with what looks like mountains to the North and sea to the West & South of us. The main mountain on the island is a large volcano which seems active. To the North West we can see the base which seems to be buzzing with activity with loads of flights in and out with helicopter patrols round the area of the base. For some reason they do not seem to be extending these patrols very far from the base luckily for us.

People are also not feeling too good as we have not had much food. We have been surviving on the rations we took from the soldiers and what we have found that we can eat. Since none of us know anything about this type of jungle that is not much. We found a place to camp up in the hills next to a mountain stream where I took the opportunity to freshen up in one of the pools upstream of the camp. Since this was the first opportunity we have had to clean ourselves we were all starting to hum a bit. Another days walking took us over the ridgeline and travel then got easier as it was all downhill and we started to move into farmed areas. Unfortunately we stuck out like a sore thumb wearing our bright prison garb. People we saw us at a distance seemed to avoid us and move away.

Village of Fanahui

In the distance we saw a village but as we were desperate for food and clothes we resolved to check it out. We were a bit on edge, as the fields around the village seemed deserted, which we assumed was not normal. Surely people should be working the fields. So for initial investigation we decide to send in scouts. Marcel and Rosalyn were selected for this task since both of them have the ability to turn invisible. Both of them turn invisible and then after a few minutes we hear some chatter from Marcel. There is no reply from Rosalyn and then it goes quiet. We all sit around for what feels like hours but probably was lot less before Marcel arrives back with Rosalyn also back soon after. They tell us that there are people wearing prison garb in the village. They seem to be holding the villagers in the community centre while they rape the women in the back room. We resolve to put a stop to this though certain members of the group wonder if we should join forces with the scum.

For speed of approach we decide for the ones without extra speed to team up with others to be transported to the village. Leonid, Marcel and Rolf go in under their own power while I am transported by Chuck with his teleport power. Leopoldo informs Rosalyn that the only way he can transport her is if she spoons in front of him. I spot that he takes this opportunity for a breast squeeze. She said she does not like it but I noticed she made no attempt to move away from him. A battle then takes place at the community centre which was so frenetic that I only remember a few details.

Rolf charged into the centre in support of Leonid but then gets blasted out. I mind locked some bad super outside while someone pounded him (Leopoldo?). Marcel was swallowing people up in some kind of pocket. Chuck remotely controlled a car into a ram attack on the building. When I ran round the building behind the car, the end of the building next to me just exploded and I was lucky to survive. I felt a lot better after Rolf licked me which gave me the strength to shake off the injuries. We eventually came out on top I had no issues with the fact that none of the rapists survived. The community centre was destroyed as well but the villagers were rescued.

Communication Problems

The villagers seem a bit uncertain about us as even though we have killed the other bad supers. I suspect this is due to us still wearing the same prison clothes as the bad guys did and we did destroy their community centre. I tried to communicate with them as best as I could bearing in mind that I could not speak their language. Problem been there was a slight mishap when I tried to read how the communication was going down with the village headman and he collapsed in a fit. The villagers reacted badly to this forming into what certainly felt like a lynch mob. I waved Rolf away as I was manhandled towards a bridge and a rope was passed to the front. Even though the headman had recovered, the mob did not seem to be getting any friendlier. The rest of the party milled around seemingly at a loss to what to do, so I realised that I have would have to get myself out of this merde. I pulled all my resources together to get a grasp of the local language, and with a final bit of effort I finally started to get a grip of it. I then started to talk as though my life depended on it .... And it did. This did seem to work and the mob started to stop taking me towards the bridge.

It was at this point that that Rosalyn got involved and used her mind control powers to cause the headman to have another fit. Luckily I saw her do this and since I was the only person who could speak the native language I was able to tell the villages she was the person behind the attacks that caused the fits. The mob then started to move towards her so Rosalyn turned invisible which only proved to the villagers that I had told the truth. Some of the villagers started to search for Rosalyn while I talked to the headman to arrange for clothes, food and support for the rest of the party. We are all supplied a range of sarongs and native clothes to wear. With a bit of minor adjustment I managed to adjust mine to a bit more of a French style with a split leg.

Leopoldo Impresses

While some of us changed in private, Leopoldo showed no such shyness stripping off in public. Since he was, let’s say well hung, this caused a bit of a stir. We did not realise how much of a stir till later. That night we slept well fed in proper beds for first time for over a week. The next day I found that I understood what the native villagers were saying, but not only that, I could also now understand and speak Spanish to Leopoldo. Whatever was different with me was still making changes and my superpowers were still evolving. In the late morning the headman plus other senior villagers approached me saying they were keen on Leopoldo taking part in a religious ceremony that they wanted to hold for fruitful crops both plant and animal. I enquired for more details on this. Apparently Leopoldo would be treated and fed well. He would have to provide his ‘services’ to one blessed young girl of the village before been sacrificed on the third day, and yes when they said sacrificed that was sacrificed ... dead! I said I would have to explain all this to Leopoldo which I did. He wanted to take part!!!!! Even when I explained slowly the part about been sacrificed. MEN!!!, just think with their dicks. He was then dressed up with a great big bamboo codpiece on his tackle, other than that he is naked. Seeing him strutting about was very amusing and he is very cheeky, even propositioning me but does not take it too far when he gets a firm no.

Over the next few days he did his duties with the young and willing village girl. All this time there has been no sight of Rosalyn but I suspect that she is still about with clothes and food going missing, so I wonder what she feels about ‘her man’ performing this role..

The third day dawns and the willing sacrifice is prepared for his moment of glory, been given a final massage by a bunch of the girls and a feast in his honour. Marcel decides to sit next to Leopoldo on his throne. Leonid and I are on the far side of the river from the sacrifice site. Chuck has prepped a getaway car if it is needed. He plans to control it from our side of the river. All the villagers have gathered round Leopoldo so he has quite a crowd. Now what happened next I was told later. Leopoldo seeing the priest pick up the large knife that was going to be used to remove his manhood try’s to teleport out but to his consternation he found it did not work. They must have fed him something in his feast that suppressed his powers. Arhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Leopoldo was now a bit worried as his plan had unravelled.

Luckily for him Marcel had not partaken of this feast so turning invisible, he wrapped up Leopoldo in his pocket to spirit him away from the village. We all left very rapidly from the village at that point even picking up Rosalyn on the way out. We use the car to make rapid progress to the next village with Chuck driving, me in the passenger seat with Rolf by my feet. All the others get in the back with Rosalyn in the middle with Leopoldo’s codpiece gently nodding against Rosalyn’s leg

Mweki, a port in the storm

We soon arrive at the village of Mweki where we park up outside the village. Chuck & I go into the village to find out what is going on. I will be doing the talking as I am the only person who can communicate in the native language. When we get to a bar in the village centre we find that Richard Bering is already there. It is good to see a friendly face and he introduces us to Pitik Loshang who is a friend of his and in charge of the bar. Chuck goes back to get the others while I explain our adventures to Richard. Pitik gives us all some accommodation and I able to enjoy a bath for the first time in some days. Ah soap, toiletries, razor and perfume, it was great to feel human again. After a meal and drinks another Super flies in, no literally he does. He is a good looking black American who then has a long chat with Richard. From my reading of the body language Richard seems to be discussing strategy with him and then issuing orders. The guy then flies off on whatever mission that he has been tasked with. Richard rejoins our party and explains that was a good friend of his called Alexander Wilson who is keeping Richard in touch with what else is happening elsewhere on the island. He is also helping to suppress military over flights of our end of the island. Richard then explains he has a problem that we could help him with. There is a man called Milan Zadradnik who lives at a local temple about mile from the village. Richard said he would like to recruit him to help out against the military. Problem being he will not listen to Richard. He would like us to go up to talk to Milan and see if we can have more success. We agreed to this as we were all in a mellow mood after food and drink but even so the thought crossed my mind “if Richard failed, what chance do we have?”