The Wilderness

From jungles and desert to derelict cities and the most remote locations. The wilderness houses it all, far away from any urban or rural environments. Most of the activities revolve in this vast land.

The Scavenger Hunt
"Mythological Creature Containment Program Log #1962: We are ETA twenty minutes to the abandoned OutBrig to collect resources to repair damages done to the headquarters earlier today. I'm here with Maxim Cale and Dreamweaver's... Man, Typhoon." The soldier looks at Typhoon who's just happily listening to music.

"We are fifty fifty if there are any Myths at the site, but one hundred percent sure that if we see any, they will be exterminated. Out." There's a clear 'cut' noise as he finishes his recording, now beginning to prep his rifle.

"Man, this was a rough several hour trip." Says one of the soldiers.

" You only say that because this is the longest time you went without touching yourself." Says the other soldier.

"Wow dude, you're really gonna say that with people here?" Asks the first soldier.

"You soldiers could never keep anything to yourselves." Says the scientist.

"Damn straight." Responds the pilot.

Everyone feels a slight electric buzz, not enough to disrupt anything but its there. One of Typhoon's eyes opens up. "Wow, are you guys really talking about this?"

Maxim shudders slightly and sits forward, shooting a disbelieving glare towards the soldiers. Choosing to ignore the conversation he asks, "What was that? Static or something?"

The soldier looks around, rubbing his arm. "I'm not totally sure mate."

In front of them, they can see a huge gust of yellow clouds and several shadows of much largere structures ahead.

"Here we come, boys. Gas toxicity is rising, so be sure to secure yourselves with that gear back there." The pilot informs everyone in the pod.

The scientist gets up and begins to put on a white protective suit with the black logo on the left side of the chest.

Maxim also starts to don a similar protective suit. "What do you think we will find out there?"

"Stuff that we need, some cool gadgets and some Myths maybe?" Typhoon responds, suiting himself up. "Oooh, spacey."

As they continue the yellowish gas gets thicker as they progress and more wreckage can bee seen. The wreckage appears crystaline in its formation. Rectangular to be presice and large entaglement of wires hange over head amongst the large skyscraper-like wreckage. Almost like they've entered some sort of city.

"Imagine what this place looked like when it was functional." Maxim looks over the area to see if he sees anything that looks of value.

"It was the most expensive prison on Earth. Tje foundation was made of a gold-titanium alloy. Had tacheyon fields. And had the best defense system. Well. It WAS the best." Says the scientist

Maxim's eyes light up at the mention of tachyon fields. "I'd love to get a look at any tech that is intact. Could be educational."

"Good luck finding any of the generators that are still functional. It's been here for ages and we had visited numerous times. But those fields would be a big step up from that special plastic we use. " says the scientist

"Well we can always try, we have more than enough space to fill! So nerds, where do we begin?" Typhoon says, rather relaxed.

"We begin in the deepest inner workings of the facility. Meaning we have to go through there..." The scientist says as he points a large metallic tunnel. Almost as if they're about to enter through a cave.

"Alright mates, arm up and be prepared for the worst. We're going in, protect the VIPs." The solider stands in front of the group, weapon ready. Typhoon chuckles at the notion of him being considered a VIP.

They hear a woman's voice speaking through out the rumamge. It sounds metallic in nature and is echoing through out the ruined facility. Her words sound very incoherent.

"Dont worry. Those are intercoms. They're stuck on a recorded attention message." Says the scientist.

"Hmm. Did you guys see your visors pick up on anything?" Says one of the soldiers says to the other.

The leading soldier looks around, but eventually shrugs. "No movements of any kind, also, can someone make sense of what that message is?"

"Something about a holding container not being secured. Once whatever got out and wrecked everything, thats the message its been playing ever since. And this was decades ago." Says another soldier

"Are you sure you two didnt get anything? My visor was scanning. It only scans when its in the proccess of identifying a myth. The scan stopped and it didnt pick anything. Im a little suspicious. Even thoigh we hadnt spotted a myth here yet, its not to say that there are still some lurking about." The soldier express to his comrades in a low voice.

Maxim looks around carefully. "I can't see anything, although that automated message doesn't sound right. If we find the source of the transmission we could shut it off. Does this place have a security hub we could check out? Gaining access to the feeds through those visors would make this a lot easier for us and any future parties that may come."

"We wouldn't know about the security hub. So much of this place is still unexplored and it doesn't help that the entirety of this place is crummbling down every hour, plus it's fogged up with all this gas. The radio for the most part isn't too much of a deal for now. It's in and out for us." says the scientist with certainty. "And with that being said, who would be crazy enough to traverse through a hazard zone like this unprotected?"

"Hey man, people tend to get crafty when they after something they waaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!"

The pilot yells as their pod light shines on a two large blacks spheres the size of the pod they're in attached to brown furs. The yelling catches the attention of everyone on board. One of the soldiers, on quick reflexes, fires at the black spheres only to hit the plastic glass. The bullets ricochet off the window and bullets fly bounce throughout the pod. One of the bullets hits the pilot in the head and blood splatters on the controls and the glass and another hits the control board of the pod. The scientist grabs Maxim and pulls him down to the floor and try to find refuge under their seats. The other soldiers try to do the same. Power begins to fade in and out and they feel the pod slowly descending.

Maxim glances at the cockpit, takes a deep breath and closes his eyes for a second. He then scrambles to a panel on the opposite side of the pod, picking up his pack on the way. “Stay calm guys, I got bored once and read a couple manuals on the MCCP’s vehicles,” he announces to the remaining crew. He then takes out a toolkit from his pack and proceeds to remove the panel on the wall. “The engines haven‘t fully deactivated yet, I can jack into the power board and create a bypass so all available power goes to them. This does mean messing with live electricity and eventual overload of the engines but we should have enough time to jump out this thing to safety once it hits the dirt.” While talking Maxim dons a pair of rubber gloves and begins to carefully rewire the circuit board in front of him. “The back doors have a mechanical release activated by the red handle on the right, Typhoon, you’re closest to it, get next to it and pull it the second we hit the ground.”

Typhoon practically skips over the crew who are laying on the floor, waiting by the handle. "Ready when you are, nerd!"

Suddenly a long thin spike comes through the windshield, grazing the side of Maxim's head and impaling a soldier against the back wall

"AAAAAAAAAHHhhhhhhhh!" The soldier looks down and sees the spike going through his waist area. "Bruuuuuuh....I've been impaled...."

"I fucking see that! What happened!? What did you see!?" The soldier says remaining on the ground

"I...I-I don't know, man....It had some big black eyes...Li-Like a...Likea fuckin' satellite dish....F-Fuckin' crazy, man..."

"My visor is scanning."

"Oh NOW it wanna scans...! Right after I get impaled in ma' kidneys..."

"How would you know you got stabbed through your kidneys specifically?"

"It just feels like it, ok...?"

"That means there's a myth near-" The soldier stops abruptly

"What is it?" Asks the scientist who also remains on the ground.

Maxim brushes the back of his head out of reflex. “Ok, new plan. Unimpaled soldier, snap that spike so not much of it is left externally and try to get him off the wall. Everyone stay low and near the exit doors. Hopefully no more spikes of death or stray bullets happen. Guns on safety please.”

Typhoon basically throws caution to the wind, peering over, he waves at the massive furball of death with an innocent smile. "Alrighty now to help the army guy." He wanders over to the guy and with a strong kick, breaks the spike off and helps the soldier up. "Now what?"

"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh..." The soldier slides slowly down to the ground as he blood begins to seap out his wound

The other soldiers activate a futuristic dial on the side of their weapons. They simply turn the dial and the dial disappear. "Ok, we're good, doc." The soldier looks over to his injured comrade "Don't worry, my dude. We're gonna help you out as soon as we can take care of this."

"My kidne-e-e-e-e-e-y..."

"You still on about that? It's not like we can't get it replaced!"

"Did your...Your visor...Picky anything...Up yet..."

"Negative. All these gaseuos toxins and some unknown electric interferences are obstructing any proper visual. I don't know what that is."

"Whatever it is....Kill it..."

"Hey nerds! Can I go out?" Typhoon eagerly asks.

"No! We can't! It's too toxic out there and we dont know what's attacking u-"

The scientist is interupted as everyone feels another impact hit the pod.

"Oh my Gooood, what is this thing!?" A soldier says fearful and annoyed.

Typhoon just groans in annoyance and looks at everyone. "Alright I'm bored! Everyone stand up and away from the walls!"

Everyone loks at each other int confusion but they do as they're told.

Maxim looks up from the circuitry. “We have power back. I managed to bypass the short from the cockpit and get the systems up. I held off on returning power to the fuel pumps as we have no flight control. The main computer isn’t damaged though so it is keeping us the right way up. Altitude loss is still a problem,” he looks up at Typhoon. “Secure the cockpit and I can probably get the controls fixed.”

"Yay!" Typhoon raises his hands up and grasps then together then slowly begins to pull them away, a thundering arc of lighting surges between both palms. "ZAP, CRACKLE AND DROP!" He laughs as he thrusts his hands down onto the metal floor, the lighting surges throughout the pod and speeds towards the creatures outside the pod. High volts surging through their bodies all while Typhoon giggles like a child.

The creature scurries back from the speeding ship and spits a white substance at the pod. Everyone in the ship can feel the impact and feel the pod has slown down some.

One of the soldiers looks at Typhoon in disbelief, anger and horror. He aims his rifle at the teenager who looks at him quizzically. "What?"

The soldier steps forward, raising his voice. "You're one of them! Give me a reason as to why I shouldn't drop you right here right fucking now, mate!"

Typhoon pouts at the soldier. "Don't be so mean to someone who just saved our trip, and besides - It's not the best idea to shoot me because Dreamweaver will know and whatever he does, the big guy won't stop him." He chuckles. "And I could be a Myth or I couldn't be a Myth, you could ask Dreamweaver himself if you want."

After a few seconds, the soldier lowers his rifle, looking at Maxim. "Maxim, lower this pod and lets get this over with..."

"Will do, cheers for the help Typhoon." Maxim shuffles to the cockpit and starts fiddling underneath the control panel. After a few seconds the controls light up. "Right! Progress!" He rights himself and claps his hands together. "We have control of the ship. Not much power and it appears we may have a fuel leak because we have definitely not used that much but I think we can get touched down before anything explodes." Maxim begins to steer the pod towards a flat area.

The commanding soldier looks at the group. "Alright men... Remember why we came here, scavenge anything of value. Keep your suits in one piece, we don't know how toxic these fumes are. Keep contact with it and Myths minimal, but make sure that none of us leave without one kill under our belts. Understand!"

The remaining soldiers and Typhoon cheer as Maxim manages to settle the pod down, Typhoon looks at Maxim with a smile. "You'll be my partner in this!" He says way too happily.

Maxim climbs out the pod and pats Typhoon on the shoulder. "Good. I want to find as much usable tech as possible for reverse engineering. Where should we start?"

One of the scientists looks at... Where ever they crash landed, examining the area. There is a faint path where the gas seems to not reach, he points towards it. "We can start with where the gas doesn't reach, follow me." The scientist takes the lead, with the rest following behind.