NationStates Jolt Archive

The holographic field was ready, the Xanthalian operatives had arrived. The setting was in a multi-type environment, containing hills, cliffs, caves, fields, forests, and even swamps and lakes. The crazy mismatch of environments is actually very well put together by the Xanthalian holotechnology, and it all looks very natural and realistic. It will undoubtedly provide for an excellent variety of combat tactics. The environment is, all told, only about four square miles large, so covert ability will most likely be the winning key to the match.

All five Xanthalians were members of division one, they were the best of the best of the best. Equipped with their armor and technology, they were armed to the teeth. All of their weapons except for one high-powered, lazer-sighted disrupter pistol apiece were stored in their suits' personal transporter buffers, giving them extraordinary mobility. Their suits were black at the moment, but would change color to match their background once the match started. They cover their entire bodies and provide their wearers with the best protection available. They could phase slightly, making the werer almost invisible to the naked eye; they matched heat signatures with their surroundings, making infrared scans useless in detecting their occupants; and they served as full body armor, giving limited protection from even high-powered rifles both energy and projectile based. The suits provide intrevenously all the food and water needed by their wearers, and also drain off the bladder to negate the need for a potentially deadly bathroom break. The visors in the helmets, in addition to being shielded with a forcefield to protect them, provide the wearers with infrared, x-ray, zoom, and EM field vision. The suits regulate body temperature to keep the wearer comfortable in the sealed environment and double as environmental suits when the situation demands it. The suits, marvelous as they are, are nothing compared to the people within. They are all crack agents, the best of the best in nearly every combat form. From hand-to-had combat to knife fighting to projectile weaponry, they are quick and efficient killers. Their names are known only to each other, because as the five top Xanthalian agents there are hundreds of people who would be only too glad to hunt them down and kill them. Not that they would ever succeed.

The Xanthalians stand in a forest clearing near the middle of the artificial environment awaiting the Kechans, where they will affirm their friendship before splitting up to hunt one another.

IC: The Kechans had also sent 5 operatives, the 5 NADE-Warriors they had sent were the cream of the Kechan Special Forces, like the people from Xanthal they would be facing, their names were a secret to all but a few people, unlike the Xanthalians, the members of the Kechan team kept their names secret from each other as well, they called each other by their "Handles" the names they used in the field.

OOC: I'm typing out some profiles, which I'll then post.

The Xanthalians walk to meet the Kechans, looking like something out of a 20th. century sci-fi movie in their full body armor suits. Each Xanthalian offers a handshake tro the Kechan in front of them.

IC: The Kechan shook hands with the Xanthalians, nodding their greeting as well, the one who looked to be in charge spoke "May the best team win" she said in a quiet voice that carried the power of a Nova Bomb.

The Xanthalian team leader speaks. "Head that way, we'll head this way. Keep going until you reach the edge of the playing field. Then do as you will to try to defeat us. We will do the same. No cheating, you are being monitored by both Kechan and Xanthalian judges."

IC: "We would say the same to you, but you obviousley know already"

OOC: Must go, Xmas work to do!

The Xanthalians walk off to their side of the arena.

OOC: Her'es my team's individual profiles, you'll note they seem similar, the hair and eye colors are not all natural:

Name: Classified.
Handle: Saint.
Gender: Female.
Eye Color: Classified (Violet lenses used).
Hair Color: Classified (Black coloring used).
Height: 5'5.
Weight: Classified.
Birthplace: Classified.
Blood Type: Classified.
Primary Specialty: Camoflauge.
Secondary Specialties: Unarmed Combat, Knife Fighting.

Name: Classified.
Handle: Ronin.
Gender: Female.
Eye Color: Classified (Green lenses used).
Hair Color: Classified (Brown coloring used).
Height: 5'7.
Weight: Classified.
Birthplace: Classified.
Blood Type: Classified.
Primary Specialty: Blade Fighting.
Secondary Specialties: Unarmed Combat, Blind Fighting.

Name: Classified.
Handle: Hound.
Gender: Female.
Eye Color: Classified (Green lenses used).
Hair Color: Classified (Brown coloring used).
Height: 5'7.
Weight: Classified.
Birthplace: Classified.
Blood Type: Classified.
Primary Specialty: Tracking.
Secondary Specialties: Unarmed Combat, TBlind Fighting.

Name: Classified.
Handle: Pyro.
Gender: Female.
Eye Color: Classified (Green lenses used).
Hair Color: Classified (Brown coloring used).
Height: 5'3.
Weight: Classified.
Birthplace: Classified.
Blood Type: Classified.
Primary Specialty: Flame Weapons.
Secondary Specialties: Unarmed Combat, Homemade Bombs.

Name: Classified.
Handle: Crosshair.
Gender: Female.
Eye Color: Classified (Green lenses used).
Hair Color: Classified (Brown coloring used).
Height: 5'0.
Weight: Classified.
Birthplace: Classified.
Blood Type: Classified.
Primary Specialty: Sharpshooting.
Secondary Specialties: Unarmed Combat, Pistol Fighting.

IC: The Kechans walked off to their side, examining their gear as they moved.

The Xanthalians reach their side and head back, splitting up to search and destroy their opponents.

IC: The Kechans didn't even pause as they moved off to find their opponents and finish them off, their outifts were made to allow them to vanish quickly, and it held their gear in assorted pockets and such, it also helped them hide from thermal goggles, and the like.

The Xanthalians keep under cover, using all of their scanners to locate their targets.

IC: Saint slowly drifted through the landscape in one of the forest areas of the Artificial Environment, the trees around her were very tall, thick, and they looked old, they also cast many thick shadows all over the place, the shadows didn't bother Saint at all, she stopped at once as she heard a noise.

OOC: Move one is yours Xanthal, as I'm a sporting person, you don't have to have it be an encounter with one of your folks and Saint of course.

OOC: Yeah, but why not?

IC: One of the Xanthalians (they all look alike in their suits and I don't want to release their names even OOC, so I'll just refer to her as #1) spots Saint at about 100 meters. #1 begins moving with maximum stealth, expertly avoiding leaves, twigs, and anything else that might give her away with it's sound. She also activates the phase on her suit, that and the dynamic camoflage coupled with the suit's aforementioned capabilities making her completely invisible to normal vision. The only sign that she was there was a faint, nebulous EM signature on a hard-to-find frequency. She whispers a command to her suit's computer (even though even if she shouted the sound wouldn't get beyond the helmet's interior) and an energy sniper rifle on a tripod shimmers into her hands. She fiddles with it a moment, then lays a device beside it. She moves off. Soon after, the device emits a noise identical to the cracking of a twig (the noise heard by Saint).

IC: Saint had a feeling, a feeling she was being duped, which she hated, she pulled out a Camoflauge Shroud from her pack and slipped into it, drifting into the shadows slowly.

OOC: Hmm... That's uncalled for...

IC: #1 grins beneath her suit. The sniper rifle begins firing at Saint. It's accuraccy is limited due to her camoflage, but it had a good general area in which to fire.