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- Sep 2, 2009
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On a dark winter night in 1928, the silent night over Innsmouth Massachusetts was shattered by the cry of mortar fire as the US Marines and Coast guard besieged the reclusive town of Innsmouth. Long had the town been an isolated enclave, secretive, and xenophobic, and yet despite this it was always able to pay off any debts and pay others to look the other way whenever they noticed how odd the town was. Suspicion of it first began when the government really began looking into finances of others, and taking note of how Innsmouth always seemed to have an impossible excess of Gold to pay for anything it needed.
No one outside of Innsmouth really cared for the local people and their strange ways, even if some who passed through the town went missing on occasion, or disappeared from nearby towns. So long as those strange people remained in their town, kept paying for their silence in gold, many would be willing to look the other way and ignore anything they did. But then the federal government got involved, wondering just how a poor fishing town could export so much gold and pay off so many government officials to look the other way. Some worried that this was a sign of a foreign government setting up operations within the continental United States.
Two agents of the US Treasury Department were sent in to investigate what was going on, with only one of them returning alive to tell the government of what was going on. Many were skeptical of what the agent had to report, but as further investigation was conducted, it was impossible to deny what was going on. All they could do was take action against the town and stop this strange mutation, and devil worship from continuing.
The operation was deemed "Covenant" and hushed up for many years, until only a select few knew about it. The Coast Guard and multiple units of Marines, most of which held veterans of the Great War, were rounded up and deployed in secret. The Marines attacked Innsmouth two hours before dawn in the hopes of catching the people of the town off-guard and steamrolling them.
The battle was expected to take only one night, but turned into a ten day siege with another week of cleanup.
The Marines had rushed forward to the town, getting a head start before the mortars opened up,some attacked the town under cover of gas, and others rushed in without masks or gas. The people of Innsmouth seemed to have been ready, had set up barricades and given firearms to those who still had the fingers to use them. In the opening volleys several buildings were destroyed by mortar fire, and a dozen marines were killed as the people of Innsmouth opened fire on the human soldiers rushing towards their town.
The fighting was ugly, chaotic, and violent, but the Marines were disciplined, trained, experienced, and in some cases better armed than the people and monsters of Innsmouth. If things ever became too difficult, they also had offshore support from the ships, though that could be limited at times, as the Deep Ones tried to board the ships and kill the crews.
The towns isolation allowed the Marines and coast Guard to use as many explosives as they liked without fear of exposing themselves and their operation to the wider public at large. By the second day parts of the town had been taken by the marines and lines of communication were established among the units to better coordinate their efforts.
Several nurses and other medical staff had been assigned to the force as a precaution if anything went wrong, and now they were vital in conducting triage for the many injured who were brought to the Gilman House Hotel. No one had expected the fighting to be so brutal, and further supplies and medical staff were at least a few more days a way, making the staff already there vitally important.
A Machine Gun position was set up there to reinforce the hotel and turn it into a strongpoint. The nurses were run ragged just trying to keep up with all the injured, and constantly running low on supplies, to the point a handful of them chose to go out into Innsmouth and search for more, or find the bodies of injured or dead medics and bringing them back to the triage station at the hotel.
The fighting continued until the streets ran with a mix of red and green blood and the air stank of gore and gunpowder. The Marines continued pushing and taking territory away from the Deep ones and their Hybrid offspring in a difficult battle that was costing many lives. But not for every squad. Several squads of Marines had managed to pull off impossible victories, outwitting, out fighting, or out planning the locals of Innsmouth, either because they were just so jaded from the Great war that the enemy inspired no fear, or they were able to think unconventionally and use that knowledge to their advantage. Several Marine squads suffered far less casualties than the others and were cutting a path through the fish folk.
But there was also one more reason why the Marines were doing so well. Not all of their soldiers were as human as they appeared.
Through all the gunfire, all the grenades, and shouts of "Ia Dagon, Ia Hydra, Ia Cthulhu!", none of the other marines notice one of their compatriots taking such joy in killing the Deep Ones. If anything, they cannot help but take part, and feel his lust for battle infecting them as they go block by block, street by street, and room by room, cleaning out this inhuman filth.
Over the roar of battle, they fail to hear their compatriot yelling out "[glow=red,2,300]Praise be to Yig![/glow]" with every objective taken, and especially when they corner the Esoteric order of Dagon in their church, and break in.
Once the Temple of Dagon was taken, the back of the Deep One resistance was truly broken, and the Coast Guard was free to change operations away from supporting the Marines to fighting the deep one infestation at Devil's Reef, and eventually supporting the submarine attack on the submerged city of Y'ha-nthlei.
The Marines (and the inhuman, reptilian infiltrators in their ranks) were able to get control of most of Innsmouth and all that was left was he clean up and eliminating the last holdouts. One of the lizard infiltrators allowed himself to delight in killing the enemy.
[glow=red,2,300]"When will you fucking Fish learn? Only Yig owns this land. You will be scoured like all the others!"[/glow] He would tell one of the hybrids as he twisted the bayonet and scrambled their intestines, but he grew far too cocky, and was ambushed, getting his back clawed up by one of the Deep ones, and then thrown against a wall like a rag doll. He would have been sent off to meet Yig in the next life, had it not been for the other Marines nearby, and one of the nurses out on a supply run. She, more tan anything else, was really what saved his life.
She was a chatty little thing, constantly talking to him to keep him from going into shock, talking to him about her home town, her pets, her favorite ice cream, favorite radio plays. The infiltrating lizard was happy to let her talk all she liked, so long as she stopped him from bleeding out. (He was very lucky that their two peoples had the same color of blood). While in his disguise, he would be difficult to be exposed, so long as she didn't look too deeply into him, and managed to avoid detection.
For several days he saw her again and again, constantly coming to check on him, as they waited in the triage center for the fighting to be done to the point that the wounded could be properly transported out without fear of all the blood attracting Deep Ones. They struck up many conversations, with the reptilian even growing fond of her, and making a small charm just for her. It was carved in the name of Yig and called upon his power for protection.
It was dangerous to give such a relic to a human, but the lizard felt that she had earned it, and hoped that perhaps she would remember him with it. The simple act of mercy and thanks would tie their lives together in a way that neither could have ever imagined, on that even the great Yig might not have predicted.
TLDR: I see this as a romance between a human and a lizardman. A nurse part of an anti Eldritch group and a non human worshipper of Yig. A real forbidden love kind of thing from both ends of the spectrum. It will be interesting to see how a creature that has infiltrated human society and serves a group that doesn't have their well being at heart, deals with falling for one of them, and how a woman working to fight his kind deals with loving him. To be honest I was also hoping on doubling up with this plot, given I had an idea of a Marine character who after the events of Innsmouth finds himself a pawn of one of the leaders of the lizard people (A rich heiress who helps fund the organization the human's create to fight the monsters )... who are forming a group of humans to use in a proxy war against various Lovecraftian threats. If you have played X-Com then you kind of get the idea...
I am almost hoping to see a scene like this at some point in the future.
Just PM me if you want to talk some more about it or brainstorm ideas... There is a bit more to the story, but I didn't want to give away everything at once. Plus I would love to hear anyone's ideas on any additions they would like to make.
No one outside of Innsmouth really cared for the local people and their strange ways, even if some who passed through the town went missing on occasion, or disappeared from nearby towns. So long as those strange people remained in their town, kept paying for their silence in gold, many would be willing to look the other way and ignore anything they did. But then the federal government got involved, wondering just how a poor fishing town could export so much gold and pay off so many government officials to look the other way. Some worried that this was a sign of a foreign government setting up operations within the continental United States.
Two agents of the US Treasury Department were sent in to investigate what was going on, with only one of them returning alive to tell the government of what was going on. Many were skeptical of what the agent had to report, but as further investigation was conducted, it was impossible to deny what was going on. All they could do was take action against the town and stop this strange mutation, and devil worship from continuing.
The operation was deemed "Covenant" and hushed up for many years, until only a select few knew about it. The Coast Guard and multiple units of Marines, most of which held veterans of the Great War, were rounded up and deployed in secret. The Marines attacked Innsmouth two hours before dawn in the hopes of catching the people of the town off-guard and steamrolling them.
The battle was expected to take only one night, but turned into a ten day siege with another week of cleanup.
The Marines had rushed forward to the town, getting a head start before the mortars opened up,some attacked the town under cover of gas, and others rushed in without masks or gas. The people of Innsmouth seemed to have been ready, had set up barricades and given firearms to those who still had the fingers to use them. In the opening volleys several buildings were destroyed by mortar fire, and a dozen marines were killed as the people of Innsmouth opened fire on the human soldiers rushing towards their town.
The fighting was ugly, chaotic, and violent, but the Marines were disciplined, trained, experienced, and in some cases better armed than the people and monsters of Innsmouth. If things ever became too difficult, they also had offshore support from the ships, though that could be limited at times, as the Deep Ones tried to board the ships and kill the crews.
The towns isolation allowed the Marines and coast Guard to use as many explosives as they liked without fear of exposing themselves and their operation to the wider public at large. By the second day parts of the town had been taken by the marines and lines of communication were established among the units to better coordinate their efforts.
Several nurses and other medical staff had been assigned to the force as a precaution if anything went wrong, and now they were vital in conducting triage for the many injured who were brought to the Gilman House Hotel. No one had expected the fighting to be so brutal, and further supplies and medical staff were at least a few more days a way, making the staff already there vitally important.
A Machine Gun position was set up there to reinforce the hotel and turn it into a strongpoint. The nurses were run ragged just trying to keep up with all the injured, and constantly running low on supplies, to the point a handful of them chose to go out into Innsmouth and search for more, or find the bodies of injured or dead medics and bringing them back to the triage station at the hotel.
The fighting continued until the streets ran with a mix of red and green blood and the air stank of gore and gunpowder. The Marines continued pushing and taking territory away from the Deep ones and their Hybrid offspring in a difficult battle that was costing many lives. But not for every squad. Several squads of Marines had managed to pull off impossible victories, outwitting, out fighting, or out planning the locals of Innsmouth, either because they were just so jaded from the Great war that the enemy inspired no fear, or they were able to think unconventionally and use that knowledge to their advantage. Several Marine squads suffered far less casualties than the others and were cutting a path through the fish folk.
But there was also one more reason why the Marines were doing so well. Not all of their soldiers were as human as they appeared.
Through all the gunfire, all the grenades, and shouts of "Ia Dagon, Ia Hydra, Ia Cthulhu!", none of the other marines notice one of their compatriots taking such joy in killing the Deep Ones. If anything, they cannot help but take part, and feel his lust for battle infecting them as they go block by block, street by street, and room by room, cleaning out this inhuman filth.
Over the roar of battle, they fail to hear their compatriot yelling out "[glow=red,2,300]Praise be to Yig![/glow]" with every objective taken, and especially when they corner the Esoteric order of Dagon in their church, and break in.
Once the Temple of Dagon was taken, the back of the Deep One resistance was truly broken, and the Coast Guard was free to change operations away from supporting the Marines to fighting the deep one infestation at Devil's Reef, and eventually supporting the submarine attack on the submerged city of Y'ha-nthlei.
The Marines (and the inhuman, reptilian infiltrators in their ranks) were able to get control of most of Innsmouth and all that was left was he clean up and eliminating the last holdouts. One of the lizard infiltrators allowed himself to delight in killing the enemy.
[glow=red,2,300]"When will you fucking Fish learn? Only Yig owns this land. You will be scoured like all the others!"[/glow] He would tell one of the hybrids as he twisted the bayonet and scrambled their intestines, but he grew far too cocky, and was ambushed, getting his back clawed up by one of the Deep ones, and then thrown against a wall like a rag doll. He would have been sent off to meet Yig in the next life, had it not been for the other Marines nearby, and one of the nurses out on a supply run. She, more tan anything else, was really what saved his life.
She was a chatty little thing, constantly talking to him to keep him from going into shock, talking to him about her home town, her pets, her favorite ice cream, favorite radio plays. The infiltrating lizard was happy to let her talk all she liked, so long as she stopped him from bleeding out. (He was very lucky that their two peoples had the same color of blood). While in his disguise, he would be difficult to be exposed, so long as she didn't look too deeply into him, and managed to avoid detection.
For several days he saw her again and again, constantly coming to check on him, as they waited in the triage center for the fighting to be done to the point that the wounded could be properly transported out without fear of all the blood attracting Deep Ones. They struck up many conversations, with the reptilian even growing fond of her, and making a small charm just for her. It was carved in the name of Yig and called upon his power for protection.
It was dangerous to give such a relic to a human, but the lizard felt that she had earned it, and hoped that perhaps she would remember him with it. The simple act of mercy and thanks would tie their lives together in a way that neither could have ever imagined, on that even the great Yig might not have predicted.
TLDR: I see this as a romance between a human and a lizardman. A nurse part of an anti Eldritch group and a non human worshipper of Yig. A real forbidden love kind of thing from both ends of the spectrum. It will be interesting to see how a creature that has infiltrated human society and serves a group that doesn't have their well being at heart, deals with falling for one of them, and how a woman working to fight his kind deals with loving him. To be honest I was also hoping on doubling up with this plot, given I had an idea of a Marine character who after the events of Innsmouth finds himself a pawn of one of the leaders of the lizard people (A rich heiress who helps fund the organization the human's create to fight the monsters )... who are forming a group of humans to use in a proxy war against various Lovecraftian threats. If you have played X-Com then you kind of get the idea...
I am almost hoping to see a scene like this at some point in the future.
Just PM me if you want to talk some more about it or brainstorm ideas... There is a bit more to the story, but I didn't want to give away everything at once. Plus I would love to hear anyone's ideas on any additions they would like to make.