A growing disorder is looming to the east, and the leaders of the Osean Federation are beginning to grow aware o it. All militaries are on standbye, and DEFCON 3 has been placed active. The world is on the brink of war.
Riots are breaking out all across Belka, and are being televised on live news. Use of deadly force has been authorized by law enforcement agencies of the Principality of Belka. Loitering, violence, and criminal behavior is sky-rocketing.
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WWIII Starts With a Bang...
In the distant future, warfare has become the basis of the global economy, and technology has given birth to a new kind of military. No longer does one serve in the military to defend his country, and no longer does one die defending that country. It's a cycle that repeats itself, again and again. However, when the Ulysses Asteroids pummel the country of Belka into what many would call, the "Stone Age," their call for help is silenced by the IMSO, and thus, falls upon deaf ears. Ignored, the country is forced to implement into the Proxy War Network, using their legendary special forces unit, Fox Hound. But what happens when Belka takes thing too far? -What happens when the war economy transforms into a blooming economic explosion?-And when the true war begines, just who will be prepared? And most of all, what ever happened to peace?
In a battle field that calls for a new kind of military, there can only be one answer. COBRA. A battle field that requires ones every thought, ever move, and every action -to be controled.
Welcome to CTCOM, the next thing in military science fiction. Based on the novel, Sins of the Father (currently in production) you will learn just how much war has changed. Here is your member's corner, use it to your advantage, you'll find plenty of information here, as well as many features. Thanks for dropping by.
EIGHTH CONTINENT: ORIGINS! « Result #1 on Jul 16, 2009, 2:23pm »
e i g h t h c o n t i n e n t : O R I G I N S b i r d r o l e p l a y
it's back, and better than ever. do you have what it takes to survive in a world like no other?
two flocks - anore, the fighters, and ithila, the thinkers. move up in rank by completing challenges in-character. think you have what it takes to be a messenger? be prepared to spy on the enemy. pick one of the four elements to determine your eye color and earn powers. cross elements to get new ones like metal, void, and energy.
friendly, active staff...cliche, but true! support & guides for those who have never role played birds regular contests to earn elements, daemons, & other prizes high positions always available - no one stays leader forever
People from five different countries struggle each day. The powerful want to stay in command and keep their good fortunes. The rest fight to survive day by day.
A Land of the Magic...
In Shayz'renth, there's great power over the elements: shadow, light, fire, water, wind, and earth, but it can only be granted only by the Sages that rule them. Each day brings another theft, another murder, and another noble feigning ignorance. Every day a person must chose between what is right and what is wrong.
A Land of Barrenness...
In Kolshtak, the desert brings little to those who live in it. Communities form around sources of water, depending on them for survival. It is from this country that the gypsies were born, clans that formed generations ago to survive.
A Land of the Nature...
Governed by elves, Manti strives to be the most beautiful country. Still recovering from a civil war, they are enjoying peaceful times again. Some within are not so well off though. While some cities are rich with beauty and life, other cities are struggling each day.
A Land of the Trade...
It's not easy to be a landlocked country, and Lalan'ay would agree. What they cannot get from the ocean, they make up for in hard work and patience. They reach out to make trades routes with the countries around them.
A Land of the Chaos...
Pyroose has no central government. Their frozen lands are littered with hundreds of clans. Most of the people stay in the forested mountains. It is the most violent of the five countries. The people often prey on each other. Those born within are unlikely to ever see adulthood, and the brave travelers who visit have a tendency to disappear.
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What we offer • Plots: There's a holiday or event each month, and there are several member created plots. It's easy to jump in, whether it's an assassination, a quest, trouble in the temples, or a masquerade. • Places: There are several boards to roleplay in different countries and clans. • Positions & Species: You name it, we probably have it. If not, we're open to new ideas. We also have adoptable characters and important positions to fill. • Friendly and Active Members • A C-box • Details: Lots of information for character development or just for the sake of reading.
Resident Evil: Regeneration « Result #4 on Jun 29, 2009, 2:16pm »
Peace ;;
For now peace reigns in the world. After another defeat Albert Wesker has gone into hiding. Unbeknownst to the many heroes in our tale, whom assume him dead, he lives and is plotting a slow comeback. But for our heroes a time of peace has been brought to them after eleven years of absolute horror and struggles for survival.
What of Umbrella? Last heard, being bashed by the media as the conspirators behind the Raccoon City incident. It didn't take a genius to figure out that Umbrella had its own corruption roots dug deep into the media's paws. Able to become an elusive puppet, claiming that their funded nuclear reactor went meltdown and that the family of the reactors operator had taken the blame due to operator negligence. Although the loss of the HIVE and raccoon city had crippled Umbrella extensively, both in funds and reasearch, but not limited to property specimens. All into the point of Chapter 11. With Umbrellas unfortunate fall. Many other companys began to fight amongst themselves for the right to fill the monopolic void left by the once "stalwart" heroes of Umbrella. Unbeknown to them, Umbrella was not out. It wouldn't be until after Wesker's assumed death that Umbrella's corporate decided to re-incorporate without fear of Wesker.
Chris Redfield can finally take a breather and go back to the US to start a new life, after the raccoon city incident. Claire is following Chris until she can restart her life once more. In the USA the president has put Agent Kennedy on a vacation after his daughters rescue, and the incident in Spain. Ada, free of Wesker for now has like the rest of our heroes here finally restarted her life as well. Peace for now is what the heroes need.
The underground anti bio-terror organizations have disbanded, leaving the world open to bio weapons when they resurface. However the T-virus despite the peoples best efforts to contain it by destroying Raccoon city didn't go as planned. A few rats got out of the city and have slowly been infecting animals around them. But the protagonists of our story had finally met up after many agonizingly long years and have formed their own small organization dedicated to taking out umbrella and all related bio organic weapon companies.
However those offensive moves could wait. After All everyone deserved a bit of a vacation no?
Wolves of the Woods « Result #5 on Jun 23, 2009, 3:30am »
The packs have been living in fair peace through out the years. Quite nice, the peace has been. The four packs (Lunar Moon Pack, Amazon Lands, Fog Valley, and Twisted Desires) are friendly to each other. Maybe the reason is because they didn't often come near each other. But, this time, this year, this month, who knows, maybe even today, that will all change. Fights are starting to break out outside of packs... and inside of packs. Its getting deadlier and deadlier for parents or soon to be parents to have or raise pups. Wolves are dying, and its all because of some lousy wolves who are lazy, and won't hunt on their territory or such. All the wolves agree, surprisingly, that they should punish the wolves who do so. But, leaders haven't been enforcing it. Actually, they’ve been the ones saying for the wolves to do it!
Will you venture into modern Russia, and join a pack? Or, would you be a loner? Live the life as a wolf, or dog, or something along the Canis line. Hunt, mate, enjoy life, hate life, its all here in Wolves of the Woods. Live or die. Yep, that’s the code.
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Condemned Descent « Result #6 on Jun 23, 2009, 3:29am »
Condemned Descent We are Condemned Descent. An all tiger roleplaying group, we are newly created and open for business. Members are needed, and great positions are needed to be filled! The three tribes, Bamboo Inclave, Timberle Vines and Bramble Thicket are facing a deadly problem. The Fire Gods, or commonly known as the “Indians” are hunting them down in their own jungle! The loners are acting suspicious, tensions are running high and with summer coming, the clans are facing a deadly danger of fires and a whirlwind of downfalls.
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After The Apocalypse « Result #7 on Jun 18, 2009, 10:41pm »
"The world hasn't ended! We're just all in hell."
In the year 2010 there was an attack on the USA, but no other country did it. The attack was from with in. When a subway car goes missing in the middle of an empty line and then shows up three days later with only four survivors. Three men and one woman. These four soon became the leaders of a cult known as The Enders.
They soon began to preach about the end of the world and of everything good and pure, many people tried to shut them up, but it didn't work. And then, in December of 2011 it happened. The Enders made them selves known for what they really were: The four horsemen of the Apocalypse.
The horsemen brought demons, Vampires, Werewolves, and all kinds of things out of hiding and out of hell. Demons possed their followers and soon they toke over all of man kind...well..most of them. There are some humans who still resist them and try to bring good and light back into the world. And then there are some humans who simply serve the Enders bringing them resisting humans in exchange for freedom.
The resistance is getting stronger and more powerful with spy's everywhere tricking the Enders into believing that they are truly serving the horsemen.
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Sins of the Father Theatrical Trailer *OFFICIAL « Result #8 on Jun 14, 2009, 5:46pm »
This is currently the official trailer to be used in affiliation advertizing and will be showcased in the side bar for full view. David and I have worked on this for weeks, and we're very proud of how far it's come. It clearly explains the plot of the story, as well as the situations we're going to face. Enjoy!
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Re: Is this a reward? -Or a punishment? « Result #9 on May 7, 2009, 2:30pm »
Johnny flinched at their words, hadn't he learned anything yet? He lowered his head in shame, but nonetheless, did as he was told, Aumin behind him as they followed the commander.
Aumin was furious, she had done everything right, even though they were purposely woken up late, set up by Fortune to test their determination, and their speed. For crying out loud, Sirius hadn't even had a chance to relieve himself yet!
Sasatki never understood her, she was human just like Aumine, and himself, yet she had the full respect of the FOX HOUND Unit.... what made her so special? -What made her so respected? Was it her cadence? -Her snap? -Her harshness... what did she have that made her so special?
"Let me get one thing straight with you, I've kicked and kissed ass to get this far, I won't let som panty-waist ruin it for me!" she whispered harshly in his ear.
Gee? -Where'd the kindness that he had shown him earlier go? He glanced down at the wolf as it walked at her side, though it was quite a site, even the wolf looked a little bit furious.
Fortune was behind them, her coat trailing behind her as she walked with firm gesture, and cadense. Sasatki was right, she was the only human that made it to Special Forces FOX HOUND, any others had been sent directly to FOX HOUND 1st Platoon, or 2nd Platoon. It was her determination that gave her strength. She wanted so much to become part of something greater, though her telesthetic abilities had played a major part in the decision making process of the higher ups, it was mainly her furiosity, and her skills at firearms, and hand-to-hand combat. She had served in the Belkan Navy before FOX HOUND, had been called "Lady Luck" on numerous occasions due to the fact that bullets can veer around her, and the team if before them, acting in the manner of a shield.
But then again, these two had made it in, from what she could tell, there was nothing special about them, no abilities or talents they could uee, nothing of the sort. The sniper had potential, FOX HOUND had been in need of a replacement sniper for a long time, however, the selection process took years, apparently, Aumin had made it, her wolf too, apparently.
Fortune walked up to Meryl with haste, the wind blowing their her bleach blond hair as she turned her head to face the commander, walking around behind her to place herself on Meryl's left as a sign of respect to her new position.
"Vamp's taking the others out for exercises, and then breakfast. We have these two to ourselves." she whispered as she grinned at Sasatki, who clenched his rifle tight, gulping as he heard the words.
When Fortune ordered them to stop, they did so, taking Sasatki's rifle from him in the process and placing it within field of view.
"Since you're not obviously in match with the rest of the unit, the next few weeks will be personal training. It's one hour a day, for the next..." she glanced at her watch. "What is it? -Three, four weeks?" she asked ash she gave Meryl a wondering gaze.
"Lucky for you, I'm the PT specialist of the unit, and I will get you in shape in two, it won't be at FOX HOUND standards of course, but you'll be in the best shape of your lives." she stated with calmness. NOTE - PT = Physical Training/ routine exercises/ e.g push-ups, sit-ups, pull-ups, run, etc.
"Aumin, remind me after breakfast that we need to take you to logistics to issue you your rifle and sidearm." she hinted as she stood before them, noting the uniform they wore.
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Re: Is this a reward? -Or a punishment? « Result #12 on Apr 24, 2009, 7:56pm »
Meryl had always been a smart one. She went to bed as early as time would alow and woke up an hour before everyone else. She always had. She was now supposed to wake up half-an-hour before everyone else as it was, being the commander, so she woke up half-an-hour earlier than she used to to still give herself the same amount of time to get ready and not have to rush to get everything finished. Dawn was four-thirty, Meryl got up at three-thirty, sometimes earlier if she couldn't sleep.
She got up, flipping her light on, stripping down and putting a robe on as well as he shower shoes, grabbing soap, shampoo, a rag and a towel before going down to the showers. She washed with ease and plenty of time, going back to her room to get dressed and tame her hair like she liked it to be. At that time, she had fifteen minutes until the others were to wake up. She relaxed for a bit before she heard the ruckus of Vamp and Fortune waking up the new recruits. She had looked over both the new ones' files.
She got up then and headed down to where they were all supposed to meet in formation. As expected by her, Sastki was late. She just looked at Fortune. She had no problem with Fortune being the one to yell at him this time instead of her. Was it possible for them to get sick in this weather? Meryl was feeling kind of hoarse. She cleared her throat, "Training starts today, as I am sure you both figured out. Sasatki already screwed you both for being late. I guess I'll get to see how fast you both can run. You have to be in tip-top shape to be part of this unit." she turned, "Follow me." She wasn't really feeling up to doing this, but it was her duty. Whenever they finished today, she would go see Naomi.
Re: Is this a reward? -Or a punishment? « Result #13 on Apr 24, 2009, 7:11pm »
Unit 3 FOX HOUND, 0445 hrs, April 22nd, 5319
The barracks were dark, filled with moonlight as the unit continued to sleep in their room, Johnny lay on his side, his blankets over his shoulder as he turned his head slowly. His eyes opened a crack, landing on Sirius who slept beside his room mate, only to close them again.
He was unaware of the awakening he was about to get.
Fortune ganced at Vamp, who nodded, a trashcan in his hand as with a wooden spoon at the ready... FOX HOUND was always the first to wake, unlike other units, training for a FOX HOUND began at the nick of dawn, not afterwards, and lasted as long as it was needed.
Without a sound, Fortune opened the quietly, two golden pools emerging through the darkness as Vamp moved silently into the room, raising the wooden spoon and the tin trashcan in the air.
"WAKE UP!" Fortune shouted just as Vamp began pounding on the trashcan with the spoon, Johnny's eyes widdening as he shot forward, his ears ringing as he rolled out of bed, landing on his side, Sirius leaping off the bed and pacing around the room with distress. Johnny rubbing his eyes as the continuous clatter rumbled in his ears. "I'm up! -I'm up!" he said as he stood, his white undershirt glowing under the moonlight, that was until Fortune turned on the lights. "Welcome to FOX HOUND!" Fortune shouted as she crossed her arms. "You have exactly, fifteen minutes to shit, shower, and shave, and show up in formation in the correct uniform. DON'T BE LATE!" She screamed as she left, Vamp glanced over his shoulder, following the woman, giving a grin. "We got one hell of a day planned for you." he said as he closed the door.
Without hesitating, he ran to his locker and pulled out his hygene kit, a towel, and a washcloth, and ran to the door, Aumin following him with her belongings too, noting that the rest of the lights were already on.
Wait? -Was this some kind of joke? -Were they intentionally left to sleep in? -Was this planned just to [i]make them late?
He didn't even bother with the water temperature, he turned the nobs and began to scrub, his hair running with water as it began to stick to his face, running the shampoo through it as Aumin too, rushed in a hurry, the wolf acting as a guard at the shower front, standing before the entrance like a trained sentry.
"He's protective of you." Sasatki said as he turned, lathering his soap bar in a washcloth and racked it against his lightly tanned flesh, bubbles running down his side as the water ran down him, and into the drain.
In an instant, he grabbed the towel off the rack and dried himself, his shower shoes flopping against the tiled flooring as he ran to the sink to shave in a flash, keeping an eye on his watch, but not on the blade. "OW!" his voice could be heard up and down the halls, the wolf turned, his ears perked and his eyes widdened at the site of blood as it ran down the side of his face. "Damnit!" he shouted as he took a cup full of water and ran it down the side of his face, watching the blood mix into the water and transform it from clear, to a pale-viscous red, swirling down the hole in the sink. He took some tissue and applied it to the wound, where it stuck like glue and ran out, Aumin behind him as Sirius kept up with ease... seems like not only were the humans adjusting to this schedule, but the animals were being tested too.
He ran to his locker, throwing on his black uniform, his body armor, his equipment, and grabbed his rifle, checked to make sure the chamber was cleared, and released, the metalic clink resounding in his ears as he slung it across his chest. He reached lower, grabbing his leg holster and buckled it to the retaining strap, and wrappd the straps around his leg, hearing the click as the buckles fastened together.
He grabbed his balaclava and placed it in the pouch on his right, glidding a comb through his hair to slick it back, and applied some hairspray to make it stick... bad move, he was now late.
He glanced at his watch and noticed the time, then at his room, noting that Aumin and Sirius had already left... and once more, he was left here to pay for messing up.
Only this time, he managed to close his locker, -lock it, then run, turning out the light on the way out. He never in his life, ran so hard, his equipment rattling as he moved through the braracks, slamming into the walls, his boots thrashing in a blur, and his face covered in both, fear, and disorder as he spotted the unit outside, all equiped, and ready.
"Didn't I tell you NOT to be late?" Fortune shouted as she glance at Meryl. "Oh I can already tell you're going to have a fun career, Sasatki."
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Re: A Rebellion Rests « Result #14 on Apr 21, 2009, 11:05pm »
Boots padded against the sandy roads as a uniformed PMC sniper walked slowly with his M16, his weapon shoulder as he navigated his way around the urban warzone with careful ease, his thumb on the selector switch as gun shots and explosions tore through the city, slung to his back was an M24 sniper rifle, coated in a desert camouflage pattern. His eyes were observing as the soldier behind him watched his back, his M8 Commander at the low ready as he kept his eyes pealed, however, was facing the wrong direction.
Taylor gave a sigh, yet maintained his low profile, glancing at his OPSAT and reading the map that was displayed on the LCD screen, noting that they were next to a red circle. "Over there." he said as he pointed to the tree line, postering himself against the wall as he took a knee, bringing the weapon to his shoulder as he leaned it to the left, bringing back the charging handle slightly to expose the base of a cartridge, and released, Johnny nodded, yet hesitated. "Just go, I'll cover you." Taylor hissed as he lowered his shooting glasses before his eyes, watching as the sand picked up from the gust of wind. Johnny nodded, sprinting across the street with haste, slidding to a nearby building and planted his back against the wall, watching as Tayler slowly stood, waiting for the kid to provide cover. Johnny nodded, bringing the weapon to his left shoulder and peered around the corner, keeping his weapon steady as he retained both eyes open on site, Taylor lowering his weapon and gave one last peak, exhailing harshly and broke into a sprint, his equipment rattling as he sprinted at full speed, his vision blurring as he passed Johnny and too -planted his back against the wall. Johnny slowly rounded, his face concealed behind a balaclava as he exhailed, nodding as Tailor shouldered his weapon and bagan to advance without him, turning slightly as he made his observations, looking for cover, and a possible ambush point. "I don't know if I can do this..." Johnny hesitated as he placed a gloved hand on his chest, Taylor glancing over his shoulder with disgust. "You can, and you will." Taylor ordered as he lowered his M16A4, Johnny's eyes following him as he placed a hand on the wooden ladder. "I'll cover you from here, when you hear too beeps on your com, that'll be me signalling you it's clear." Taylor stated as he began to climb, Johnny nodded, bringing his weapon slowly to his shoulder, and provided cover as he climbed, his back firmly planted against the wall as the dust storm swirled sand around the alley.
Explosions continued to thunder through the city as Taylor climbed the building, knealing down as he unslung his M16 and swapped it out for the sniper rifle, his back barely visible over the rafters as he spotted a perfect position, a crumbled wall which had a good view of the open.
He got in the prone, bringing his rifle across and fitted it into the sniping shoulder of his vest, using his thumb to push up on the lense covers, which flipped up and held their position.
He shifted his position, bringing his right leg closer to his chest, his knee pad dragging against the rough clay-roof as he lowered his index finger to the magazine release, and checked his store, noting five rounds, and reinserted it with a click, his other hand gripping the handguard of his weapon with a steady knowledge.
He closed one eye, peering through the tinted lense of his scope, his black crossheirs gazing into the forest as he slowly scanned for any potential hostiles.
The thunder of jets screamed overhead as he focused on his scope, his hair waving under the wind generated by their engines as he focused his breathing, his sites waving with each breath as he placed his finger just above the trigger guard, spotting movement in the forest.
He observed them carefuly, using his right hand to turn the knob ontop of his scope two clicks, watching the crosshairs slightly raise, and then used the same hand to turn the other knob three clicks, the crossheirs shifting to the right, and focused his aim, noting that they wore irregular clothing, to include cloth and rags, and were armed with AK-47 assault rifles.
He watched their point of perspective, shifting his rifle to the right, he made out another, his back was turned and he rose his arms, stretching under the shade of a tree.
"hmm..." he mumbled as he turned his cap to the reverse and rose the stock of his rifle, getting a better feel for weapon.
He keyed in his radio, and turned the dial on his throat mic, the beep in his ear ensuring that he had reached a monitored channel.
"Alpha Dog, this is Kill Switch, come in, over." Taylor stated just above a whisper as he retained a firm lock on the two soldiers.
"Kill Switch, this is Alpha Dog, we comply, over." The voice on the other end stated firmly, his radio screetching in his ear as he whiped his brow from the accumilated sweat.
"Alpha Dog, this is Kill Switch, reds patroling... -break." he paused, glancing at his OPSAT, using his thumb to strike a menu selection on the touch screen, bringing up a line of numbers. "At sector -grid cordinates follow: North = Echo four, fife, sefen, two, won, six, niner, eight, East = won, six, sefen, five, two, zero, tree, zero; counting two reds, low threat, hindering operation security, requesting permission to neautralise threats, over." Taylor spoke with both radio discipline and clarity. (When speaking on a radio consisting of numbers, you pronounce them this way so that the person on the other end can understand everything that is being said, as numbers and letters can sound the same. E.g. Fife = 5, Won = 1; Niner = 9. etc.)
"Kill Switch, this is Alpha Dog, hold for confirmation, Over." there was silence as Taylor continued to fix his sites on the back of the soldier's head, estimating the windspeed and the elevation of his target as he also took into account humidity and curviosity. "Kill Switch, this is Alpha Dog, you have a green light to engage hostile targets, over." The sniper grinned, and firmly planted his eblows in close. "This is Kill Switch, I'm confirming order, engage any and all hostil targets, comply?"
"Affirmative, eliminate hostile targets on site; -Alpha Dog, Out." there was a click as the sniper used his thumb to push the safety lever forward, which gave a click as he used his other hand to turn the bolt-lever, and pull it back, the metalic cling as the brass rose to the bolt hinge singing in his ears as he pushed the bolt forward, the restiction gliding along his hands as the bolt claw stripped a single round from the small magazine, and forced it into the bolt, turning his hand ninety degrees to the right and locking the bolt shut.
He keyed in another channel, gaining com to Johnny. "Akiba, Kill Switch here, two tangoes, twelve o'clock, treeline, eyes sharp." Johnny turned, aiming his weapon to the tree line as heard the cocking of the bolt.
Taylor focused his aim, taking in several breaths and releasing slowly, glidding his finger along the secondary trigger and pulled back, the click ringing in his ears as the primary trigger was eased back and locked in place, then placed his finger on the main trigger, getting ready to squeeze. He exhailed through his mouth, while inhailing through his nostrals, his heart beat slowed as he closed his left eyes, his sites steadying as his breathing slowed.
He exhailed only half of his last breath, and gave a tender squeeze, his ears ringing as the rifle jolted back into his shoulder, his sites shifting up as the recoil traveled down the weapon and into him, sending his shoulder back as the report of the rifle ran along the city and the forest, his site landing on his target before the single round struck him in the side of the end, sending an explosion of blood out the other end as the corpse cracked on the jungle floor. He shifted his aim in an instant, his finger leaving the trigger, pulling up the bolt, yanking, ejecting the spent cartridge with a metalic "ting", pushing it forward and retated, his rifle reloaded and landed his sites on the other target's head, who was running to the aid of his fallen comrad, sunlight dancing along his shoulder as his rags lit him up like the forth of july, he eased his sites just infront of the running target, aiming for the chest, his target covered in a motion blur as he continued to run through the tree line. "good night." Taylor grinned as he squeezed once more, the his ears -which had just recovered from the first shot, began to ring once more, the recoil jumping his sites as it traveled down his weapon, the report thundering through the wind as he watched the reflection of the copper round glide through the distance and strike his target in the chest, blood spraying to the rear as the weight of the round sent him off his feet and on his back, the report descending to a low rumble.
Satisfied, he continued to survey the area, working the bolt once more, ejecting the smoking cartridge from his rifle and feeding another, his sharp eyes landing on nothing but forest and hedge.
He placed his hand on his transmitter, giving it two squeezes with his thumb, hearing the break in his ear piece his eyes shifted, landing on the distance as he spotted Johnny running into the open with his peripheral vision, his figure slidding into the tree line as he jumped for it, landing in the shade of the trees.
"I'm across." his voice was heavy and labored, Taylor continued to survey the zone, lifting his eyes from the scope and watched as Johnny reached into his ruck sack and pulled out several claymore mines, setting them up on their legs as he placed a fuze-box into the top, raising a small black antenna.
He placed several more, all along the tree line and further into the forest, Taylor watching his back from the building as he continued to gaze through the distance, when something caught his eye... he rose his rifle, planting his elbow bad firmly into the roof, and rose the weapon to the air, spotting what appeared to be a metal bird, however, as he gazed through the scope, he noted that it was a B&B... wait! -What was she doing!
Two late, before he could think, he watched as she jetted forward, a single missile dropping from her cache and throttled forward, a massive explosion rippling forward, sending a concussion wave in his direction, his ears ringing loudly as the wave of heat wrathed the exposed regions of his body, mainly his face.
He shook rose a hand to his face, sand blowing forward as sand rushed through the allies and forest. "What the hell?"
He glanced down at his OPSAT, zooming out on his focused area, and struck the arrow keys to focus on the estimated area of the explosion, noting that it was whited out by flames.
"Oh, fuck..." he exhailed in shock as he glanced once more on the metal bird as it landed for touchdown just before ground zero.
He overheard the chatter on the radio, confused voices and responses from both infantry and commanders attempting to determine what had happened, he heard something about the PMC Corp Praying Mantis, and how one of their Foward Operations Bases had been completely obliterated by an attack of two B&B rogues. He tapped his radio. "Akiba, get out of there!" he shouted as he stood with haste, his boots pads scrapping against the hard clay as he grasped his rifle, making haste to the corner of the building, raising his rifle with one hand as he grasped the corner wall of the roof, leaping over and releasing, landing on the balls of his boots with a crunch as he bent his knees to absorb the impact, raising the sniper rifle to his shoulder, ensuring that the zone was clear, several other soldiers running in panic as the raging sand storm engulfed his field of vision, Johnny nearly running into him. "What was that?" he asked as he gazed at the back of Taylor's head. "Praying Mantis just got hit hard..." Taylor mumbled as Johnny typed into his wearable keypad, entering a confirmation code, a coded message confirming that the traps had been armed to detonate upon proximity fuse (break laser beam detonation - once your cross the infared laser, you're pretty much fucked.)
"Traps are armed." Johnny said as he lowered his hands to his weapon and rose it to his shoulder. "Let's get to cover." Taylor said as he rounded the corner, his sniper rifle in hand as he glanced to one of the nearby buildings, a wooden door cracked open. He lowerd his sniper rifle, which hung before his chest as he descended his hand to his holster, breaking the lock with a motion of his thumb and withdrew the OPERATOR, removing the safety and cocking the hammer with a single roll of his thumb. He brought up his leg and thrusted forward, sending the door open with a crack, depressing the pressure switch, which activated his flashlight, the rays lighting up the abandoned building, of which used to be someone's home. "Clear right!" he shouted as he continued to aim the weapon, his -neon green glow-in-the-dark sites giving off a faint glow as Johnny advanced forward, the flashlight on his rifle active as it projecting a dusty beam across the wide room. "Clear left!" he called out, Taylor removing his left finger from the pressure switch and lowered the handgun, returning it to his holster.
"Alpha-Dog, come in." Taylor called in on his radio, his voice echoing throughout the emtpy house.. "Alpha Dog, we read you, Kill Switch." "Anti-personel mines are in place, awaiting orders." he said as he leaned against the wall, sweat rolling down his brow as he turned to Johnny who slide his back against the wall, slowly descending to the floor. "Roger that, Kill Switch, orders are to sit tight, and hold position until we figure out just what the hell happened, Alpha Dog, Out."
Re: Is this a reward? -Or a punishment? « Result #15 on Apr 21, 2009, 8:56pm »
"Is there a problem, gentlemen?" Ed gazed up when the feminine voice arose to his table, his mouth still full of mashed potatoes and gravy as he acknowledged her by rotating his eyes, at first he didn't recognize her, but that was soon changed when he saw her name tag, he swallowed immediately, noting that she too, was his commander. The entire table stood with respect, and stood at attention -their chairs squeeling against the floor as they pushed them back with their legs, their massive bodies pulsing with muscles as they looked straight ahead, daring not to gaze into her eyes as they stood firm. "Because, f there isn't, there's going to be." Sasatki watched the scene with much demeanor and awl as they stood with respect to their leader, damn... maybe one day, he would have that respect, but first, he had some correction to make to his own performance as he overheard the words that we're spoken.
"I saw how you harassed my new member," Ed's face was already sweating, knowing full well what she was capable of, let alone, her position and rank among the FOX HOUND roster. "If you have a problem with one of my people, instead of throwing them down, you should come to their commanding officer."
The group stood firm once more, all of them acknowledging her with a firm, and resounding "Yes, ma'am!" awaiting for her to give them the command to carry on before moving.
Sasatki watched in awl and admiration for his leader, so, she did stick up for him, this whole time he had believed that she hated his guts and didn't want anything to do with him. What a way to confirm that was wrong, one that would cost him yet another few stitches... he'd drop by Naomi's after dinner.
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Re: Is this a reward? -Or a punishment? « Result #16 on Apr 21, 2009, 7:58pm »
Meryl had arrived at the place and gotten her food. She really didn't eat much, but still go the food, just in case. She sat with her unit, as she normally had done, instead of sitting with the other commanders. She didn't talk though. The only ones there were the two new ones, Sasatki and Mar'ya. She wouldn't have minded speaking to Mar'ya though, but in a more private setting about her creditials. Meryl watched Sasatki as he got up to get a napkin, which he had forgotten. She noticed everything then. The harassment included. She didn't like that.
When Meryl did was she did to Sasatki, it was to set him straight. It was as his conmanding officer that she prooved points to him and forcifully showed him what he was doing wrong. That was her duty as a commanding officer. However, this guy was only doing harassing. She didn't care what Unit he was a part of or how big he was. The bigger they were, the harder they fell. In fact, she could hear their conversation.
Meryl arose from her seat and walked around to the table where the men sat at. She cleared her throat, giving them all death glares, "Is there a problem, gentlemen?" she asked. "Because, if there isn't, there's going to be." her voice was stern and leaked poison. "I saw how you harassed my new member." Meryl said, "If you have a problem with one of my people, instead of throwing them down, you should come to their commanding officer." she said. She wanted to hear what they had to say.
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Re: ¤ Athena;; Bird Eye View ¤ « Result #18 on Apr 21, 2009, 5:49pm »
RECOMMENDED NOTES
When making a sniper, clothing is rather picky, as your clothing of choice would have your sniper spotted by the enemy in a mere instant. Here are some recommended changes -
Due to the unit being currently deployed in Sapin, which is a desert city bordered by a jungle, white camoflague would "glow" under the sun, highlighting your sniper like the forth of july. Recommend Altering Camoflauge pattern varying in combat situations.
Snipers are trained in concealment, keep this in mind. If they are spotted by the enemy, than they serve no purpose. Have your character adapt to using foliage for camoflauge, or wearing a ghali suit -click for preview
Since your character is a sniper, we rcommend that you switch out handguns, a 9mm is good if you're a standard infantry-man using an assault rifle, but with a sniper, his handgun can mean life and death, as such, he/she will need a trustworthy handgun with a more powerful cartridge, namely the .45 ACP, or .40S&W, here is a list of recommended handguns
Again, these recommendations are optional, if you wish to make the changes to make your character more professional, then feel free to do so, otherwise, you may continue with the way your character is currently suited.
Chaos, Panic, and Disorder.... My work here is done.[SKB:]
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¤ Athena;; Bird Eye View ¤ « Result #19 on Apr 21, 2009, 4:07pm »
Cobra The Chronicles of Mercenaries
COMMITMENT SUCCESS EXCELLENCE
General Character Information
Name: Athena J. "Talon" Aramov
Alias: Rose Red
Affiliation: Fox Hound - X-RAY DOGS
Age: 22 Gender: Female
Persona: Tomboy to the end she has been told that being a sniper is the best thing to fit her, always searching for unknown prey she has the bird eye view and always is beefed up weapon wise. Her Lee-Enfield has been called her talons, her Taurus Pt her wings, her ZV140 her beak, her Mosburg her battle cry, and her AK74M her spirit. She is the essence of a bird of prey, never talking unless needed she prefers silence and can be seen as a party pooper. This personality trait has attached young Eve to her side, in order to try and cheer her up. Many think her strange for all her body art but she really is a visionary person and loves art, she would never say that but its clear as day that she feels that way. Her only true friend (besides maybe Eve) is her pet bird the black eagle named Schwarz.
::Appearance::
Species/Breed: Human Weight: 120lb Height: 5'4" Build: Athletic Eye Colour: Gold Hair Colour: Ebony Markings: Thorn design on the small of her back, a dragon that wraps around her waist and 'explodes' in colors on her upper back, bird claws on arms, eagle eyes on upper chest, wolf paws on upper stomach/lower chest, crescent moon on forehead. Clothing: Black Tank Top, Arctic Camo Pants, Black Trench Coat, Chunky Black Combat Boots, Kevlar Suit, Sunglasses. Accessory: She has a locket holding pictures of her late loved ones, three sets of dog tags, a bracelet with her name on it, and a pet black eagle from her 'childhood'. Weapons:
•Lee-Enfield L96A1DMR (Always strapped to her person) •Mosburg 500 Series Tactical (Not always on her person unless the job is big) •Taurus PT 24/7 PRO Mil Spec (x2 Located on hip holsters) •ZV140 (Located in her left boot) •SOCOM Knife (Located in her right boot) •Kaslishnikov AK74M Custom (Located in her duffel bag)
ADDITIONAL INFORMATION
This is where we can test your writing abilities.
Personality : Tomboy all around, she can be seen dressed very mature, and combat ready, yet still elegant. Strangely enough when she lets loose she still remains elegant but has just a tiny piece of her that enjoys what she does and it shows. She has been labeled calm, unnerved, cold, and a bitch. She however is just a lonely person who wishes to remain that way, she is so used to the loneliness that she doesn't wish to remember the nice times filled with loving arms and kind words, seeing it has been taken away once it can be taken away again.
As mentioned before she is a tomboy, pushing away all things feminine, including skirts, dresses, blouses, and those such outfits. She used to dress up in her father's clothing when younger and still has some of his clothing. The only thing that can be considered feminine about her is her long hair, large eyes, and red lips. She could be seen as Gothic or maybe even emo but call her anything besides what she believes herself to be and don't be surprised to get a few broken bones in that exchange.
History : Being born a human and not a clone has made life all the more difficult for her growing up. Her father was once a important figure in the military, as was her brother, and even her mother. All three had left her behind during a surprise attack which killed them all. She was brought up by her father and brother training daily. No man dared to piss her off due to her tomboyish personality and her father's temper. When she found out about her loss at first she was numb to the whole idea, then angry that no one dared to help, and then calm. It took many months for her to reach her calm but when she did she decided despite her age of only sixteen she would train herself and hopefully enter one of the most talked about troops.
Her father had told her it was impossible for her but that was years ago, she dared then to try and not allow her in. She currently is part of the X-RAY DOGS troop, she however hopes to be brought into foxhound. During her training she found a egg, unhatched, and took it in. After a few weeks of caring for it she was about to give up but it ended up hatching. Due to being the first thing it saw it grew attached to her. Being the only thing she can trust she keeps her friend near her at all times. She is now trying to get into the real hardships of Fox Hound.
Many things have changed over the years, her personality isn't one of them, but she changed her name from Stefania to Athena, her baby eagle has grown into quite the partner, and she is trying to lighten up, like mentioned her personality hasn't changed much so she still needs help breaking out of her shell. She can be seen as snotty but she really is just a lonely soul who is painfully shy but hides behind her temper. Care to help a girl out?
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Anthony Taylor PMC Elite Scout Sniper « Result #20 on Apr 21, 2009, 7:23am »
Cobra The Chronicles of Mercenaries
COMMITMENT SUCCESS EXCELLENCE
General Character Information
Name: Taylor, Anthony, Bratton
Alias: Killswitch
Affiliation: Belka - X-Ray Dog
Age: 29 Gender: Male
Persona: Taylor is an elite heavy scout sniper who conducts survailance operations from a distance. Under payroll of elite PMC unit, X-RAY Dog, he is highly skilled and trained to operate in the most adverse conditions, from subzero temperatures, to the sweltering hot deserts. He is highly trained in hand-to-hand combat, and very observant of his surroundings. Most impressive about him is his proficient use of the environment to gain the overal tactical advantage of any given situation. He is in top physical condition in par with his marksmanship skills, and carries the heaviest of equipment, to include his special purpose rifle, the AS 50.
He spends his time maintaining his equipment, and ensuring that it works prior to the mission. His partner, Aumin Mar'ya was deployed to FOX HOUND, which somewhat disappointed him, as he believed that he too, could make the cut, however, for some reason, was not chosen. This has sparked him on raising his performance level even higher, as becoming a FOX HOUND is every PMC's dream, it's where the big money lies.
::Appearance::
Species/Breed: Human Weight: 178lbs Height: 5'11" Build: Medium/muscular Eye Colour: Brown Hair Colour: Brown Markings: Skull and Dagger tattoo on left shoulder Clothing: Advanced desert camoflauge pattern, with body armor, load bearing vest, elbow pads, knee pads, desert combat boots; military patrol cap Accessory: OPSAT module for silently keying information without use of radio equipment; binoculars; M1946 Radio; identification tags; shock-proof watch; cammel pack hydration unit; Weapons: What does your character use to defend itself?
M24 Desert Camoflauge - A bolt action, heavily modified Remington R700 Series Rifle customized for military operations. This rifle fires the 7.62x51mm NATO cartridge. AS .50 AMR (Anti-Material Rifle) -Only under certain circumstances M16A4 w/ ACOG combat site, IR-laser, SUREFIRE Flashlight, flip-up front and rear sites, vertical hadguard. Click Sprinfield OPERATOR .45ACP w/ tactical flashlight -secured in black legholster, right leg. AA280 Scout Knife -secured to pistol holster via stap locks. Jungleking I Survival Knife *worn around left boot
ADDITIONAL INFORMATION
This is where we can test your writing abilities.
Personality : Anthony is a profesionalist if anything at all. He will absolutely not fire until he is 100% sure that he can hit his target, and kill it in one shot. In fact, he makes sure he only has one shot, as he never loads a magazine into his rifle, instead, he loads the rifle one round at a time, manually loading each cartridge into the rifle's barrel by hand.
Anthony is also a bit on the strong side, having worked with Johnny Susatki on numerous operations when he was employed by PMC Corp, Praying Mantis, he grew in frustration over the kid and his cowardly motives, and often found himself protecting him when things got hairy.
Anthony carefully inspects his equipment and his weapons before each mission or war-game, ensures that it's in proper function, including constant cleaning and maintainance, this increases both, his moral and his skill in firearms.
He is also an observationalist, taking into account both his surroundings and things he can use in the environment to his advantage, a prime opportunist, he always makes sure that he has the tactical advantage under any circumstance, under fire or not, and hates it when people sneak up behind him. Often he'll snipe with a passive mirror before his left eye -with the mirror facing behind to ensure that the enemy doesn't get the drop on him.
He is the friendly type, and will gladly start a conversation with anyone, maybe even the enemy. Though he is against his current operation in Sapin, he know's that there is nothing more he can do, but in order to get out of X-RAY Dog, he needs to prove himself worthy to join FOX HOUND, and that means increasing his kill count.
History : Anthony was born in Dinsmark, Belka, and served in the Belkan Army as an elite sniper. When his contract term expired, he immediately went into the PMCs seeking to do the same job, but with quadruple the pay, as such, he became a Scout Sniper for X-RAY Dog, enduring vigerous training, and tactics instruction. In his training, he mastered several sniper rifles, including the M24, M40A3, Barret, AS50, PSG-1, DSR-1, and the Scout Tactical. Being qualified on each weapon has allowed him the opportunity to choose his weapons before each mission, and usually carries two rifles with him, both a sniper rifle, and the other being a sniper rifle to meet the demands of high-endurance urban combat.
Though he prefers bolt actions rifles as a preference, he is accustomed to using any type of rilfe to get the job done, even if it means sacrificing both, accuracy and firepower for rate of fire.
As of now, he is deployed with X-RAY Dog, 17th CSSB (Combat Sustainment Support Battalion) A Company, Long Range Survailance Patrol folded into a Praying Mantis unit. and is conducting recon missions throughout Sapin. Working one-on-one with unit FOX HOUND, he provides crutial intelligence on enemy positions, strongholds, stockholds, and weapons caches via SATCOM (Satalite Communications.)
How is your Character Roleplayed? - See the following characters:
Raiden Crying Wolf
Codewords."Eagle" and "Raven"
« Last Edit: Apr 21, 2009, 10:11pm by Sabor Wolf »
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Re: Is this a reward? -Or a punishment? (Arch001) « Result #22 on Apr 21, 2009, 3:01am »
By the time he noticed the second child, it was too late, Vamp stumbled backward, grasping his throat as blood seeped through his fingers, his eyes gazing at the other child with hate as the other child slowly stood, his naked body gleaming under the lab lights as Yozman flinched in objection. "STOP!" The DEAD CELL operatives held him back forcefully, their rifles hanging by slings as they placed gloved hands on his shoulder, holding him down as the others aimed their M4 SOPMODs at the two children, the unit that was checking on the fallen crew shouldering their weapons and waiting for the command to open fire.
The boy stood, glaring in Vamp's eyes as the room darkened, Johnny drew his side arm in a flash, rolling his thumb over the hammer and removing the safety, no screw ups this time, he was reasurred to the click of the hammer as it locked in place, his eyes steady as he landed the combat sites on the child's chest. "Subdue them..." The DEAD CELL commander ordered as one of his operatives lowered his weapon and pulled forth a black long barreled Ruger .22 pistol, pulling back the bolt with two fingers and aimed, a laser dot tagging the back of the child's head. He flipped off the safety and squeezed, a muffled shot ripping through the silence sending a dart into the back of the child's head, who flinched, raising a hand in pain to feel the dart in the back of his skull and dropped to his knees, cracking his head on the pavement as the soldier recocked the pistol and aimed at the other, and squeezed once more the dart sailing between Meryl and Naomi and striking the child in the throat. The soldier lowered the dart pistol, cocking back the bolt -ejecting the cartridge and released, feeding in another, in case one dart wasn't enough.
"HQ, this is DEAD CELL Unit Raven Claw Lead, area is secured." The commander of the unit spoke into his radio, lowering his rifle as paramedics came down with gurneys, helping with the crew, the other operatives lowering their weapons, their black uniforms glowing under the lab lights as the other soldiers rounded the corner, aiming weapons as the others reached behind their backs and pulled out zip ties, restraining their hands, and cutting the ties, two lab technicians approached with gurneys to take the children away.
"They weren't ready..." Yozman confessed as he lowered his eyes with disbelief, at how quick the situation was brought under control.
Fortune approached him with anger, bringing back her hand and delivering a slap that echoed around the room, the soldiers gazing in shock as they watched their employer bring up his hand to rub the swollen cheek. "How dare you!" she hissed with a Jamachian accent as her bleached hair flowed at the side of her hair, her eyes flaring with retort. "Why? -Why would you do something like this? -You know full well that half of us are grieving over his loss? -Did you even think to consult permission? -Who do you think you are?" she shouted as she waited, expecting a response with hast. "I-uh-" "ANSWER!" she shouted, Johnny flipping up the decock and raised the safety, slowly returning the side-arm to his holster. "Our sponsers need something that they can rely on, otherwise... our support is gone." he confessed as he looked at her with pity remorse. "And now look at what you've done?!" she shouted as she indicated the employees, of whom were all on gurneys, the children restrained like prisoners. "Let this be the lesson you learn, before altering life the next time, Doctor." her accent held snap to it as she turned, her trench coat cracking in the air as she walked forward to the elevator, she wasn't going to waste anymore time here, and besides, her food was getting cold.
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Re: Is this a reward? -Or a punishment? (Arch001) « Result #23 on Apr 21, 2009, 3:00am »
"Sorry I pulled a gun on your... wolf." Ayumin heard Johnny mumble as they followed behind the mass of soldiers that were on there way to dinner.
Ayumin smiled kindly, “No harm. No foul.” She reassured, “But...” she paused dramatically, “If you ever try that again, I won’t hesitate to snipe you in your sleep.” She joked easily.
It seemed almost unbelievable that so much could happen in so little time. Not only did her and Johnny just arrive as new recruits a few hours ago but just a bit after sitting down to eat alarms began to go off. Lights flashed and an intercom could be heard blaring over the sirens:
ATTENTION IRVING PERSONAL, AND GUESTS, WE ARE CURRENTLY EXPERIENCING AN AUTOMATIC INTEGRITY LOCKDOWN, PLEASE REMAIN CALM, AND MOVE TO THE NEAREST EXIT.
People were screaming, though of course not out of fright, guards jogged around with rifles ready for anything. Ayumin got up quickly and followed Johnny who managed to spot Meryl in the mess of confusion. Suddenly the voice echoed over the many loud noises again:
FOX HOUND, PLEAE REPORT TO SECURITY HEAD QUARTERS ASAP, ONCE AGAIN, PAGING ALL FOX HOUND, REPORT TO SECURITY HEAD QUARTERS FOR EMERGENCY INTERVENTION.
DAMN….. what a great time to have a first mission… Ayumin was naturally calm but she knew barely anything about her fellow FOX HOUND and, as she had just arrived in time for a short briefing and dinner, she had absolutely no weapons. What the hell is a sniper without a gun!!! Practically useless… Without guns, her claws, she was just instinctively good at surviving and a hell of a match in a fight. But truthfully she couldn’t do much real damage except for maybe putting someone in a sleeper hold, hitting some main pressure points, or even knocking someone unconscious. All of this would help on a regular task but her incredible instinct told her that whatever came from a secret basement would be anything but ordinary.
Ayumin followed behind the other FOX HOUND, staying toward the back of the group until she could get her hands on a weapon. The elevator ride down was quiet except for the alarms that seemed to get louder the farther they descended beneath Irving. Some people looked rather nervous, even scared, namely… Johnny. Ha! She’d have to help toughen him up. Everyone hovered around the monitors, watching the little boy on the screen. Suddenly, Ayumin was surprised to see Johnny begin typing away at the main computer. Entering all kinds of nonsense, to her mind, and plugging in a cord that was linked to his own mini computer that she just now realized he always carried around. The alarms subsided and the lights flashed back to normal. So… that’s why Johnny wasn’t very courageous or skilled with a gun. He was a computer nerd, a hacker. It all made sense now.
Ayumin barely paid attention to the conversation between Johnny and the commander; it was all gibberish to her. The bits she did overhear didn’t make a lick of sense; bugs, horses, backdoors? How was this in any way connected to computers? She had no clue whatsoever… Though when Johnny announced that he was unlocking the doors her head turned and watched as the panels flashed to green and they popped open. “Nice work.” Was really all she could think to say. Ask her about your shot and she could tell you exactly what to change for better control, shot, and accuracy. Ask her about computers and you’d have better luck consulting one of those, ______ for Dummies books.
"Check fire." The DEAD CELL commander ordered and once again Ayumin cursed her rotten luck of not having a gun in hand. Regardless she followed fearlessly down the stairs coming upon the boy they had seen on the monitors. He looked at all of them with interest, like any normal child would to a new toy. He looked absolutely harmless when not adding in that many things were destroyed and all the people lay unconscious or even dead on glass littered tiles.
Everyone who had a weapon, which only left out Ayumin, aimed their guns and had them ready to shoot at a moments notice. Everyone minus Johnny because of course he had forgotten to cock back the hammer, once again. Suddenly Yozman stumbled over, telling everyone to wait and not shoot. Most people slowly began to holster their guns. Even Johnny after a bit as Meryl got upset with him once again. Poor guy, really should follow orders better.
Rather than listening to the bickering, helping the crew scattered on the floor, or watching the kid ‘remember’ something that she slightly understood as from the life of whoever it was created from, Ayumin examined the room. There were a few tables in the room; each adorned with vials, beakers, charts, and papers scribbled with notes. There was a large refrigerator against one of the walls and Ayumin guessed that if she took a peek it would be full of all kinds of samples; blood, tissue, genes, possibly even sperm and eggs. Anything seemed possible with the way this lab was set up.
The main thing that caught Ayumin’s eye was a second glass tube next to the first, which was shattered, it’s glass scattered about the linoleum and fluid pooling at the boys feet. What kept her gaze there, despite Vamp pulling one of his many knives on the kid, through the commotion of Yozman’s objections of the act, and even when the young boys throat was cut without a hint of remorse, was the fact the other glass tube held a completely identical looking boy; same stunning silver hair, same pale, translucent, snow-white skin. And it’s pair of matching gray eyes, stared straight at her…
Eyes slowly scanned the room, resting on a blond haired girl that stared right back. The boy’s head tilted slightly in curiosity before turning to see huge giant of a man clenching a knife. A boy stood near him, his throat cut and pouring a whitish-red blood. The child’s stomach seemed to twist in disgust as his chest burned hatred for the man, though he did not feel the actually emotion connected with it. He really could care less but he felt a strong connection to the boy, something he couldn’t simply ignore.
Somehow it felt as though the tube scaling down his throat was unnecessary. The boy snapped off the mask and slowly pulled the tube out. A few bubbles escaped his mouth but there seemed to be enough air in the fluid for he could breath perfectly fine. The liquid in the cylinder tank suddenly began to fiercely swirl around the child. The pressure built up against the tube, shaking it in its pedestal. The thick glass slowly cracked in various places, fluid spraying out onto anyone near. Soon the tube shattered and the child fell towards the floor.
The small boy put out his hands and stopped a few inches before impact, hovering above the floor tiles for a few seconds then gently laying on the floor. The child pushed himself up and silently walked over to the other boy. A pale white hand lifted up and lightly skimmed across where the knife had cut. The whitish-red blood sticking to his fingertips and, as more was collected, streamed across his skin and down the other child’s neck. The wound was already healed but what about “An eye for an eye.” The boy looked at the hulky guy holding the knife. His hand slightly numbed with power as a glass shard from the ground lifted up and quickly cut across the man’s throat.
“How do you like it.” The boy chanted in a monotone voice, though his lips didn’t even twitch. He didn’t make a sound except for in the massive guy’s mind.
Code:
"Sorry I pulled a gun on your... wolf." Ayumin heard Johnny mumble as they followed behind the mass of soldiers that were on there way to dinner.
Ayumin smiled kindly, “No harm. No foul.” She reassured, “But...” she paused dramatically, “If you ever try that again, I won’t hesitate to snipe you in your sleep.” She joked easily.
It seemed almost unbelievable that so much could happen in so little time. Not only did her and Johnny just arrive as new recruits a few hours ago but just a bit after sitting down to eat alarms began to go off. Lights flashed and an intercom could be heard blaring over the sirens:
ATTENTION IRVING PERSONAL, AND GUESTS, WE ARE CURRENTLY EXPERIENCING AN AUTOMATIC INTEGRITY LOCKDOWN, PLEASE REMAIN CALM, AND MOVE TO THE NEAREST EXIT.
People were screaming, though of course not out of fright, guards jogged around with rifles ready for anything. Ayumin got up quickly and followed Johnny who managed to spot Meryl in the mess of confusion. Suddenly the voice echoed over the many loud noises again:
FOX HOUND, PLEAE REPORT TO SECURITY HEAD QUARTERS ASAP, ONCE AGAIN, PAGING ALL FOX HOUND, REPORT TO SECURITY HEAD QUARTERS FOR EMERGENCY INTERVENTION.
DAMN….. what a great time to have a first mission… Ayumin was naturally calm but she knew barely anything about her fellow FOX HOUND and, as she had just arrived in time for a short briefing and dinner, she had absolutely no weapons. What the hell is a sniper without a gun!!! Practically useless… Without guns, her claws, she was just instinctively good at surviving and a hell of a match in a fight. But truthfully she couldn’t do much real damage except for maybe putting someone in a sleeper hold, hitting some main pressure points, or even knocking someone unconscious. All of this would help on a regular task but her incredible instinct told her that whatever came from a secret basement would be anything but ordinary.
Ayumin followed behind the other FOX HOUND, staying toward the back of the group until she could get her hands on a weapon. The elevator ride down was quiet except for the alarms that seemed to get louder the farther they descended beneath Irving. Some people looked rather nervous, even scared, namely… Johnny. Ha! She’d have to help toughen him up. Everyone hovered around the monitors, watching the little boy on the screen. Suddenly, Ayumin was surprised to see Johnny begin typing away at the main computer. Entering all kinds of nonsense, to her mind, and plugging in a cord that was linked to his own mini computer that she just now realized he always carried around. The alarms subsided and the lights flashed back to normal. So… that’s why Johnny wasn’t very courageous or skilled with a gun. He was a computer nerd, a hacker. It all made sense now.
Ayumin barely paid attention to the conversation between Johnny and the commander; it was all gibberish to her. The bits she did overhear didn’t make a lick of sense; bugs, horses, backdoors? How was this in any way connected to computers? She had no clue whatsoever… Though when Johnny announced that he was unlocking the doors her head turned and watched as the panels flashed to green and they popped open. “Nice work.” Was really all she could think to say. Ask her about your shot and she could tell you exactly what to change for better control, shot, and accuracy. Ask her about computers and you’d have better luck consulting one of those, ______ for Dummies books.
"Check fire." The DEAD CELL commander ordered and once again Ayumin cursed her rotten luck of not having a gun in hand. Regardless she followed fearlessly down the stairs coming upon the boy they had seen on the monitors. He looked at all of them with interest, like any normal child would to a new toy. He looked absolutely harmless when not adding in that many things were destroyed and all the people lay unconscious or even dead on glass littered tiles.
Everyone who had a weapon, which only left out Ayumin, aimed their guns and had them ready to shoot at a moments notice. Everyone minus Johnny because of course he had forgotten to cock back the hammer, once again. Suddenly Yozman stumbled over, telling everyone to wait and not shoot. Most people slowly began to holster their guns. Even Johnny after a bit as Meryl got upset with him once again. Poor guy, really should follow orders better.
Rather than listening to the bickering, helping the crew scattered on the floor, or watching the kid ‘remember’ something that she slightly understood as from the life of whoever it was created from, Ayumin examined the room. There were a few tables in the room; each adorned with vials, beakers, charts, and papers scribbled with notes. There was a large refrigerator against one of the walls and Ayumin guessed that if she took a peek it would be full of all kinds of samples; blood, tissue, genes, possibly even sperm and eggs. Anything seemed possible with the way this lab was set up.
The main thing that caught Ayumin’s eye was a second glass tube next to the first, which was shattered, it’s glass scattered about the linoleum and fluid pooling at the boys feet. What kept her gaze there, despite Vamp pulling one of his many knives on the kid, through the commotion of Yozman’s objections of the act, and even when the young boys throat was cut without a hint of remorse, was the fact the other glass tube held a completely identical looking boy; same stunning silver hair, same pale, translucent, snow-white skin. And it’s pair of matching gray eyes, stared straight at her…
Eyes slowly scanned the room, resting on a blond haired girl that stared right back. The boy’s head tilted slightly in curiosity before turning to see huge giant of a man clenching a knife. A boy stood near him, his throat cut and pouring a whitish-red blood. The child’s stomach seemed to twist in disgust as his chest burned hatred for the man, though he did not feel the actually emotion connected with it. He really could care less but he felt a strong connection to the boy, something he couldn’t simply ignore.
Somehow it felt as though the tube scaling down his throat was unnecessary. The boy snapped off the mask and slowly pulled the tube out. A few bubbles escaped his mouth but there seemed to be enough air in the fluid for he could breath perfectly fine. The liquid in the cylinder tank suddenly began to fiercely swirl around the child. The pressure built up against the tube, shaking it in its pedestal. The thick glass slowly cracked in various places, fluid spraying out onto anyone near. Soon the tube shattered and the child fell towards the floor.
The small boy put out his hands and stopped a few inches before impact, hovering above the floor tiles for a few seconds then gently laying on the floor. The child pushed himself up and silently walked over to the other boy. A pale white hand lifted up and lightly skimmed across where the knife had cut. The whitish-red blood sticking to his fingertips and, as more was collected, streamed across his skin and down the other child’s neck. The wound was already healed but what about “An eye for an eye.” The boy looked at the hulky guy holding the knife. His hand slightly numbed with power as a glass shard from the ground lifted up and quickly cut across the man’s throat.
[i]“How do you like it.”[/i] The boy chanted in a monotone voice, though his lips didn’t even twitch. He didn’t make a sound except for in the massive guy’s mind.
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Re: Is this a reward? -Or a punishment? (Arch001) « Result #24 on Apr 21, 2009, 2:59am »
He flexed his fingers as she walked past him, the .45 loosing alignment as she paused. "Holster your weapon, Sasatki." she ordered, he began to lower it to his holster, dropping it in contact. "And next time, don't forget to cock back the hammer on your handgun." he blushed, realising his mistake once more. It was rather odd, how he could kick ass in the simulation room, but when it came to the real thing, it was the exact opposite.
However, the DEAD CELL operatives maintained their contact on the child, seven guns aimed at him while the other unit continued to check for pulses from the unconscious crew.
And the whole time, the child continued to laugh, approaching the young doctor Hunter as if he saw her as a mother. He didn't speak, didn't say a word, he just crept away from Yozman and into the hands of a woman. "Amazing..." Yozman muttered as he ignored Meryl's words, and focused only on Issun, the name of the child, project FXHND-ISSUN-0190, roster ID- 009844599930. "His memories, Naomi... he remembers you." he said as his jaw quivered, the system rebooting on it's own. The soldiers took several steps back, continuing to aim their weapon, as Vamp shoved Naomi to the side in an effort to protect her, drawing his knife with a vile metalic hiss as it glidded along it's sheath, the light casting along the black metal as it reflected the light. The child gazed at the knife, frightened at the response and flinched, fear was in his eyes as he hesitated, the giant tightening the grip on the knife as the naked child began to shiver. "This malvolace should be exterminated where he stands." Vamp hissed as he licked the blade of his knife with stellar interest, the point gliding along his long tongue as he rose it for combat. "NO!" Yozman shouted as he nodded objectionately. "Don't!" he cried out, the DEAD CELL members pulling him back to restrain him for his own protection. "He's the next generation of FOX HOUND, he... he's even better than before! -You don't know what you're doing!" The team membered dragged him away to safety, Vamp throwing off his jacket as he revealed his scared body to the group, Johnny taking a step back aswell, as he watched the child with pitiful eyes. "We only need one chance, the gods gave us one chance for a reason, not to have men play the hands of god and recreate life. Once was enough, twice, I cannot allow you to hinder my blood any more." Vamp twirled the blade, and gave a single slash across the childs throat, a whitish-red blood substance spraying forward as Yozman cried out in objection, dropping to his knees as the child gave a scream of pain, before dropping to his knees, tears falling from his eyes as his muscles rippled along the flooring upon impact, his eyes fading.
Vamp inspected the blade, noting the blood substance, and then he noticed one more thing in particular... the blood that had collected on the blade, the color, the faint red, over the milky-white... it was the same as his own. To be sure, Vamp took one of his smaller knives and cut himself, allowing the blood to pool forth in a single drop as it landed on his gloved fingers. "You son of a bitch." Vamp glared at Yozman with fury, his eyes darkening in repute as he realised what he was... "He regenerates..." Vamp hissed as he warned as he watched the flesh slowly restore along the slash, veins pulsing under the pale white flesh.
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Re: Is this a reward? -Or a punishment? (Arch001) « Result #25 on Apr 21, 2009, 2:58am »
Meryl was amazed, as well, at how Johnny was able to hack into the system and repair everything. It may have been just a child, but Meryl knew from experience that Dr. Yozman's experiements were much more than what they seemed. Angel had just looked like a normal sixteen year old girl, but she wasn't. Far from it, actually. She walked into the room with all the others, watching the soldiers. She looked at Yozman, eyes narrowed in anger. She walked passed Johnny. "Holster your weapon, Sasatki." Meryl said, "And next time, don't forget to cock back the hammer on your handgun." she said. She was weary of the kid, however, didnt' even want to look at him. He was too much like him and all she could see was red as she walked over to Yozman. "You bastard, how could you?" she asked, "Can no one in this damned country rest in death and peace?!" she asked.
"Not as long as there is money behind the cause." Naomi said, standing back with Vamp, looking at Meryl as well as Hal. "Hal does not give credit where credit is due, and does not care as long as what he is doing is keeping the money from our allies flowing to fund his research." Naomi said. "He cannot be trusted by anyone." she said, "I found this out the hardway way." she said, "The fist time he brought Jack back, was because he couldn't bare to be without his friend." Naomi said, "But this...this is out of pure greed."
"Have you ever heard the saying, Dr. Yozman, hell hath no fury as a woman scorned?" Meryl asked, "because you are about to live that saying."
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