The Cavalry Arrives

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May 18th, 2011, 11:37 pm #1

Jaxon Jeremiah, STAR Defense Squad, stood on deck on the small boat. He was doing his best not to show it, but he was a bundle of nerves and fears at the moment. The island was in sight. By now, the Assault Squad would be in the base, doing as much damage as possible. With luck, they'd level everything, kill Danya and his crew, and put an end to this game once and for all. Counting on luck was a terrible strategy, though, so the Defense Squad was providing a little extra insurance, a little distraction to give the terrorists yet another worry.

Of course, their goal wasn't entirely noble. Jaxon wasn't quite sure how he felt about things. It was quite a moral dilemma. They'd talked about it again and again in the past hours, ever since receiving Brynn's communication.

Originally, a rescue hadn't even been on the cards. Danya took great measures to prevent such a thing from being possible. The actual location of the island was known only to those members of the terrorist group who were responsible for ferrying people to and from it. Secrecy was maintained fairly well, given Danya's penchant for having those who caused trouble killed on the spot. STAR had tried to find out which island was being used. They'd figured out that the operation was based out of an area near Alaska, in the same general vicinity as the terrorists' current HQ. They'd had no luck getting anything more specific, though, until one group of students had fed them the exact latitude and longitude.

The other big problem had been the collars. Danya was not the sort who enjoyed losing. The STAR planners had been pretty sure he would blow every collar on the island rather than let anyone escape. That, too, had been resolved, though. A girl on the island had done something to her collar, forcing adaptation of the system. Now, a signal was sent preventing the collars from exploding. Brynn had sent them the details on that signal, and they had gear on the boat to reproduce it and override anything from base. As long as STAR was around, collars wouldn't explode unless they were yanked off. Garnett and Grossi had given them some tips on removing them, too. The design had changed, but not that much. Not enough to stop them from removing the collars using Brynn's inside information.

They were going to grab as many students as they could, knock their collars off, and then run. Give Danya a big old black eye, assuming he survived the attack. True, there would be patrol boats coming soon. They'd been diverted earlier, though, back to base to deal with the attack. The estimate was that they had three hours for this operation.

It was plenty of time to get some students. Not all of them.

But then, not all of them were welcome anyways.

This was the part of the plan that had caused the most debate.

The goal of STAR, first and foremost, was to put an end to the Survival of the Fittest program. To that end, sometimes sacrifices had to be made. There was a chance that Danya would blow all the collars somehow. They had decided that that was a risk worth taking. It was one extra death, in return for striking a huge blow against the game.

That same reason was what led them to decide to exclude players from the rescue.

Jaxon looked at the list in his hands, at the faces next to the names, at the indexes of crimes committed. In the end, he believed they were all innocent. He didn't think you could hold kids accountable for things they did under threat of death. After all, hadn't he nearly done the same?

But the argument made all too much sense.

People played because they wanted to live. It was the only reason to do it. Remove that reason, and you left no motivation to play, no justification for killing. STAR had chosen to leave the players behind as a statement to the kids next season, assuming that they would fail to utterly destroy the program. The message was simple: By playing, you are actively reducing your chances of survival, because we won't come save you.

It was indirect warfare. A psychological trick. Jaxon wasn't sure he liked it at all. They'd all agreed in the end, though. If it worked, if it led to future classes refusing to play, it would all be worthwhile. If it even slowed things down and damaged the program, it would be worth it. He kept telling himself that.

Besides, some of these people, to blame or not, had done positively horrible things to their classmates.

Jaxon still didn't feel very good about it, but he wasn't going to mess things up. They would present a unified front.

The boat closed in. It was a small vehicle, capable of getting very close to the shore. They had a small raft to ferry the students from island to escape vessel. As the boat came to a stop, Jaxon glanced over the materials, triple-checking that everything was in order. It was. They had the tools to disable the collars. They had a megaphone hooked up to a powerful amp and a small portable generator. They had four members of STAR, armed with assault rifles and wearing armor. Their equipment wasn't as good as what the terrorists had. They were a ragtag militia, but they had drive. They'd thrown everything they had, and a great deal they'd been forced to beg, borrow, or steal, into this mission. It was the moment of truth.

Jaxon hopped into the raft with his four armed friends and another boy, the one who would be working the tricky technology.

The entire ride over felt tense. Sweat was pooling in Jaxon's armpits. He was going back to an island. There would be bodies on this beach, bodies of students killed by their peers. He was a part of the horror once more.

He'd beat it again, though. He had to. They had to.

He hadn't heard any news of any parts of their plan going wrong. They had to assume it was all working. They had to try.

They landed and set everything up. Jaxon shifted nervously. He was running this side of things. There was another boat elsewhere on the island, grabbing other students, but they weren't in contact. Safer that way. Better. It spread out their coverage and increased both the numbers of students that could be retrieved and the odds of at least one boat actually getting away. From here, it would be a very tense ride to the rendezvous, on another nearby island, where a few helicopters had been stored.

Jaxon shook his hair out, forcing himself to focus. It was time. The part of the beach he was standing on was totally empty. He looked up at the sky for a moment, then picked up the megaphone. He made sure the speaker was pointed away from him. This was going to be loud.

"Hello, students of Bayview Secondary School," he said. "My name is Jaxon Jeremiah. I'm here with a group of people who can get your collars off and take you home, on one condition: that you have not been murdering your classmates over the past week. If that describes you, and you want a lift, come to the beach as quickly as you can. We won't be here for long.

"If you've been playing, I'm sorry, but you're too much of a risk. We're armed, and we will not hesitate to open fire and send you away. All I can suggest is that you hold out and hope we tear this game to the ground. Should that occur, we will come back for you too."
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May 19th, 2011, 12:32 am #2

((Jackie Myrie, continued from So Give Me Something to Believe.))

She ran, a beaming smile on her face.

Was it true?

Jackie didn't think to doubt it as she ran down the beach, thorns and assorted shrubbery caught on her everything from her astoundingly brilliant idea of running straight down what amounted to a hill of thornbushes. She stung all over, she was pretty sure there was blood trickling down her legs, but that didn't matter. That was secondary. Jacqueline Myrie was getting off the island. That was her new goal. That one glimmer of hope that she'd stuck to throughout the whole game had finally paid off.

More fool you, other bitches. Jackie never gave up hope. Ever.

That was secondary. Jacqueline Myrie was getting off the island. That was her contribution to the game, then. She was getting out. She wasn't one of the psycho players, not like Reiko or that Liam guy she'd met like twice or the rest of those guys. She was getting out.

Yes, she'd killed- if you could call it that, it was something of an accident, if she remembered right- one person by accident. So at least she'd come down as "justified" on their records or something, hopefully. Not that she'd just outright say that she'd killed someone to them, of course, but she'd tell the truth if she was asked, right? No use trying to hide it and getting shot for not telling them. That just wasn't a smart strategy.

She ran up, a tiny flustered mess, waving her arms around and screaming for anyone there to notice her.

"I'M HERE, I'M HERE!" She screamed, running towards the boat, panting, close to doubling over from exhaustion. But she was safe now, right? She could get the collar off, leave, and go home. She'd won. "I'm... here."

The last one was just for dramatic effect as she approached the boats, hands in the air to show she was unarmed. Was she the first one there? She wasn't entirely sure if she was the first. She also wasn't entirely sure if she cared.

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May 19th, 2011, 2:27 am #3

((Samantha Ridley continued from The Kindness of Strangers))

Tired, confused, and with an ankle that was still a little sore, but mostly better, a girl set foot on the beach and, approaching the group that was there, announced herself, "I'm Samantha Ridley, and if I'm on your list, then please put a bullet in me."

She was serious, too. She didn't think she could put up with the shit that happened on the island for another day, and she was gonna get off of the island today whether it be by boat or by body bag.
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May 19th, 2011, 2:54 am #4

It wasn't long before a girl turned up, panting, out of breath, but real and alive. Jaxon hadn't been sure anyone would come. He'd had this horrible suspicion that they would think it a trap, would stay away. Would die.

But a girl was here, one he didn't recognize from his list of faces and names. It didn't mean she was entirely innocent. Jaxon didn't care. Leave the tough love to the others; he'd take anyone he could get his hands on, so long as he hadn't promised not to. So he gestured to one of the people manning the equipment, who scurried over to the girl and got to work. The collars were complicated, as always, but they had more than enough inside information, thanks to Brynn.

Another girl had turned up, asking for death or salvation. Jaxon recognized this one. They'd discussed her. A real borderline case, but, in the end, nothing she'd done could be considered murder. Highly questionable assisted suicide, but not murder. So he just nodded at her, smiled, and said, "No bullets today. Get in line and make sure to hand over any weapons, and you're in the clear."

There was a beep as the first girl's collar released.
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May 19th, 2011, 4:12 pm #5

Sam knelt down for a moment, letting the information wash over her. She had barely believed it to be true in the first place, but to see that it wasn't some trap... and to hear that she wasn't on the list to be left behind... it was... she was...
She wasn't as relieved as she thought she'd be. It's not like she wanted to die there, but... well... She didn't know what she wanted, but she could figure that out with her family... and with those friends that were still both alive and talking to her.
That's right she could see her family again, she could see her friends again, she could... she could go home.

Drying her eyes, she put her bag on the ground and unzipped it partway. Then she reached in and pulled out a water bottle, her last, and put it in the pouch of her hoodie. From that same pocket she pulled out a gun, Adrian's gun, and put it into her bag.

After zipping up the bag, she stood again and approached the man with it held in front of her. "Here, all my weapons are in this."

G047, Samantha Ridley: ELIMINATED
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G047 - Ridley, Samantha

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Current Location: In Transit

Equipment: CZ-99 (9mm) Ammo separated by clip ~(3)~(13)(13)(13) total=42 bullets remaining. CQC-6. Gun Holster.

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May 21st, 2011, 11:28 pm #6

Jaxon took the bag from the girl in front of him, nodding at her. He turned to one of the armed STAR members and handed the bag over.

"Toss it into the raft," he said. No point leaving guns lying on the beach to be picked up and used in the ongoing slaughter. No need to give the remaining players any help at all. The girl he'd handed it to nodded and moved to follow his instructions, while at the same time the boy handling the gear moved to tend to the latest arrival's collar.

A few seconds later, there came another beep, as the collar released. So far, so good. Jaxon had been a bit worried that something would manage to go wrong despite their preparations, that the readouts would be incorrect and the collars would actually explode. It seemed everything was fine, though. As long as the HQ assault didn't get messed up, as long as the terrorists didn't get the time needed to fix things from their side, everything would be fine.
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May 25th, 2011, 12:01 am #7

((George Leidman continued from Lonely American Nights))

George wasn't sure how long it'd been since he'd run this quickly, and for this distance. He'd been at Dustins burial place, depositing Tims bag, when he heard the announcement. He'd hesitated for half a second, before running as fast as he could through the swamp water, the announcement still playing. It mentioned something about "No murderers allowed" or something, but George kept running, still trying to make himself believe he was innocent.

He was trying not to get his hopes up. If it was a trick, if it was some other student playing a horrible joke on everyone, he didn't think he would be able to take it without breaking down even further. If it was all real, and he wasn't allowed on the boat...

Stop thinking that. I'm not... well... okay, fine, I am a murderer. But... I'm not like Lombardi. Surely they'll be able to see that.

So he stopped thinking, and kept running.

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He'd arrived. Out of breath and covered in swamp water, true, but he had arrived. He was at the beach, staring at the boat at the coastline, hardly believing it was truly there. It wasn't over yet, though. There was still the chance he wouldn't be accepted. But he wasn't like Lombardi, or Brook, or some other notorious murderer. Surely they'd accept him?

Taking a deep breath, George walked towards the boat, heart pounding, before stopping a few metres away. He tried to keep the stutter out of his voice, but he was too excited and nervous.

"H-hey." He said, simply. "Uh... My name's... George Leidman. Am I, uh... Do I have permission to leave?"
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May 25th, 2011, 4:37 am #8

((Alice Blake and Bounce continued from Confessional))

It seemed too good to be true. More then once on the forced march/jog toward the beach, Alice wondered if this would be a trap. Maybe some brilliant plan by a creative player. Maybe even Danya and his group. The former was more likely, she thought. After all, why would Danya's lot need to get involved directly? Especially when other students were all too happy to do the work for them. No, a trap by some enterprising student was more likely. Not very likely, in the grand scheme of things, but more likely than Danya.

Of course, that was all supposition, wild speculation. Probably, hopefully, far off the mark. She knew that, she knew. But it was either wild but harmless speculation or letting her thoughts drift. Drifting now would be...bad. Even worse now that they had a real chance of going home. Now she need to focus, focus and get Bounce to safety. Because at the very least Bounce was getting away safely. Everything else, she was playing by ear.

They had all but ran from the hospital. Alice carried the bags, heavy gas tank included. There were strong arguments toward dumping it, but some stubborn part of her insisted that she keep it. It was clunky and heavy, and she was stupid for keeping it, but she couldn't bring herself to toss it. She could still set the pace for the two of them, so it wasn't that much of a hindrance. Besides, it was Bounce, if anyone, that was slowing them down. Out of breath and gasping for air, Alice stopped more then once to urge her onward, giving her that little push to start her moving again. Because they were not going through all this trouble just to be five minutes and fatally late.

That was assuming they would let her go along. She was, technically, a killer. Not like Kris Hartmann or Maxwell Lombardi, or even Raidon. But she had killed Ash. In self-defense, sure, but all the same. She guessed that she'd find out soon.

There was still that quiet part of her that wondered if it would be so bad to stay behind. Sure, it would most likely result in a painful death, but it might offer a chance at, let's face it, revenge. She owed that to Vic. The best thing that ever happened to her, damn straight she owed it to Vic. To make up for letting her down, to make up for not being there, to make up for what had happened in the hospital. Yeah, maybe she should stay behind. Sure, she'd die, but what was waiting for her at home? An empty apartment? A life in shambles? The grand sum of fuck and all.

No, she was being selfish. She had Bounce to think of. Here and back home. How would Bounce feel if she went home to safety while her best friend stayed behind to die? There was something back home, even if it was just memories of a better time.

Vic wouldn't want her to stay behind. She'd want her to go home, be happy. Survive. Alice could do at least one of those things.

As the pair reached the beach, she stopped in front of Bounce, holding a hand out behind her, in front of the other girl. If this was a trap set by a student, well, bravo. Another student was already here, standing ahead of them. Alice moved closer slowly, cautiously, still expecting some sort of trap but hoping that she was wrong. Closer now, she waited until the other boy had stopped speaking before volunteering their own names. "Yelizaveta Volkova and Alice Blake. I know my friend is clear, but am I?"
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May 25th, 2011, 3:09 pm #9

((Jason Harris, Nathan Choultard and Maf Tuigamala continued from Beast of Burden))
((GMing of STAR verified and approved - gone so long without having to do that heh. :D))

Jason staggered as the trio of boys crested the last rise before the glistening sand of the beach. Every joint aching Jason looked over the windblown dunes of the edge of the island. In that moment it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. The trip here had almost ruined the boy. Long ago the light and sounds of the island had died away, leaving nothing but the slow rhythmic padding of the footsteps and the dull thumping of his heart beating in his chest. The walk had been slow going and without reprieve. The weight of Maf and the incessant aches of his muscles yelling at him to stop were pushed time and time again from his mind by the need to get to those boats, the only way to truly escape this wretched prison. They had slowed down more than once, and more than once Jason has stumbled, Nathan catching him before he fell. Now, at the edge of the beach he could pause, but not for long. Brook was still out there alone and probably scared out of his mind. Jason didn't even have enough energy to grimace as he imagined the likely scenario of Brook curled up in a fetal ball hiding in some tiny nook or cranny.

Still, they were here now and they needed to get Maf to that boat. Already the surf teemed with students making their way to the boats, the STAR members quickly and efficiently removing collars and herding the teenagers on to the awaiting craft. Jason looked and Nathan and forced a smile. "We're here mate, we made it. You did it, you bloody champ." His feet sank in to the sand and he felt his knees buckled as he pushed ever closer to the shore Maf's body weighing down on the two, his arms slung over the shoulders of the two smaller teenagers. A thin trail of sand followed in their wake as Maf's feet dragged across the pebbly sand of the windswept coastline.

The low background noise of the waves crashing and the constant chatter of other students seemed to give the place a sense of community and safety, one which had been sorely missed by Jason since waking up alone on the island. Mustering what air he could Jason called out to the STAR members at the beachhead. "Hey we need some help here!"

He felt his knees buckled once more as one of the STAR members rushed over to grab Maf. The weight now taken off his shoulders Jason let out a sigh of relief. As the man lowered Maf down to the sand and began checking his vitals Jason tried to explain pausing to catch his breath and taking a swig of water from his bottle before beginning. "He's unconscious but still breathing. He needs medical attention though. He's cut up pretty bad." Putting his hands on his hips he looked around, noting the lack of collars on Sam and the strange device held in Jaxton's hands.

They can unlock the collars!

A surge of hope ran through Jason's body as he turned to the STAR member still checking Maf's pulse. "Hey mate, get this thing off me! I have to go back, my mate's still out there." The man just shook his head. Jason furious, he couldn't understand. "What? What do you mean?! We don't have time for this. I have to get him back here.

The man's response was measured and flat. "You might be a player. If you want the collar off get in line kid."

Jason's eyes widened in disbelief for a moment, the words sinking in to his mind. "That's bloody ridiculous."

There was no further explanation forthcoming.

He didn't have time for this. He had to get back, find Brook. Nathan and Maf were safe now, he just needed to get Brook back. Make everything alright. He struggled to get up. Every muscle pulled at him, every joint aching but he had to get Brook. He promised. He had promised him.

"Hell of a day mate, I owe you one" The echo's of the past sprang unheeded in to Jason's mind.

He owed Brook that much. Jason got to his feet shakily, his body straining against the movement. He had reached his limit on the way here and every inch of him was now reminding him of that fact. He snarled at the STAR member as he looked back inland. "Well fuck you too mate. You best be here when I get back, cause I'm not abandoning my friends." As he brushed the sand off and threw away the now empty bottle of water on to the sand Jason couldn't help but feel a deep pit in his gut, a feeling of terror, as if fate was giving him a warning of terrible things to come. If Jason Harris had ever believed in fate he might of turned back that instant and prevented the course of events that would unfold in the coming days.

Jason Harris didn't.


As he took his first step he felt a hand clasp on his back.
Sickness: Partially suicidal... very slightly because of my report, but mostly because Jason is dead. All of my personal issues stem from the fact that Jason Harris did not win SotF v4

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May 26th, 2011, 2:09 am #10

((Joss Joiner continued from You Are On a Rock Floating Through Space))

Jojo couldn't believe it, after constant nights of dreading whether Jay would be dead or that a crazed classmate would attack while he was on night watch, he was going to escape. As they got to the beach and the boat was in sight, he let out a sigh of relief before turning to face his companions, Saul for possibly the last time.

"Well you guys, I've prayed for this day to come and I'm not going to miss this chance. Saul, you've been a great pal on this hellish journey so I'm giving you my sledgehammer. May it bring you as much luck as it did for me," he said while handing the sledgehammer over to the mascot. "Sarah, here's your bag," he continued while placing the bag on a nearby rock, "when you're done with what you need to do, I'll see you again on board."

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As they finished their goodbyes, Jojo walked towards the boat with a wide grin on his face. He noticed Jason walking past but just chalked it up to another friend looking for a friend. I hope he finds whoever he needs to find and they get out ok. He was a pretty good soccer player.

With that out of his mind, he stopped and called out to the STAR members on board, "Boy 128 Joss "Jojo" Joiner requesting to board!"

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