NationStates Jolt Archive

((I would like to make a forewarning to all those who are going to be involved that this story will have at least three parts, so it's going to get big. This will start as a character-oriented RP for the first two parts, and finally the actual nations will get involved in the last part or parts, though this is subject to change, as everything is.))

Agent Eighteen slipped into Four's office and tried to remain unnoticed, despite the fact she was the only one being called in, glaring with steely eyes at the small arrangement of other Agents in the office staring down on her impassively. At Four's side stood Agent One, the everpresent look of angry exasperation locked pointedly on her. Opposite of One was Two, wearing the same expressionless look as Four. Three was slouched against the wall haphazardly, looking depressed.

"Before you four set upon each other like wolves again, let me tell you why I've called you here, Eighteen."

The young Agent brought her head up, but respectfully said nothing.

"I don't need to tell you that you are a very powerful psychic, and that the government has been interested in you for a long time," he continued, "but now they want you to be able to use your abilities to their fullest. Elsewhere."

Eighteen exploded. "What!? They're sending me off to some wasteland or something? I'm an urgent threat to national security all of a sudden!? I'm not going anywhere!"

"Eighteen, you know you're a threat to national security, we all are. And you're going." Four responded calmly.

Eighteen fell silent, but a look of simmering fury refused to evict itself from her features.

"I can't tell you where you're going, because I don't know. Neither does anyone else, so don't get yourself in trouble snooping around. These men will see you out." The grizzled Agent said, motioning at the other Agents in the room.

The four were halfway out of the room before Agent Four put his hand on Eighteen's shoulder.

"You've been a great asset to us, Eighteen, so wherever you're going, continue your legacy. Also, I was told that you'll be working with three others, but that's all. Don't get in trouble, alright?"

Eighteen nodded and offered a small smile, but as soon as he was out of earshot, she murmured to herself, "I'll show you trouble..."

Four sat back down in his desk and looked over the roster of his Agents. From what was once a full twenty of the highest trained soldiers in the nation was now eleven, hardly enough to deal with a crisis if one arose. No possible applicants were suitable, either. Perhaps it was time to branch out. Four began typing.

Communique to Cyberutopia's Closest Allies
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A shortage of our most powerful warriors has left a large gap in our capability to cope with threats. We therefore implore our closest friends to grant one of their best men or women each to receive vicious training to observe if they might be the true outstanding soldiers they are made out to be. If they do not merely pass, but pass with the highest scores possible, then and only then will they be allowed into the SpecOps IET Team, under Cyberutopian administration.

Agent Four, Commander of the Cyberutopian SpecOps IET Team

((Though not all of the nations invited are on the "sent to" list as my nation has no official procceddings with them, they will receive a telegram. Also, don't commit to this RP any characters would would mind dying. Yes, people actually die in my stories, it's a fact of life and war.))

.:Tag for latter:.

<OOC: tag for later response>

*tag for reading*

Eighteen looked around the expansive training arena for the last time. She let out a long sigh as she walked, her breath leaving a foggy trail in the clear air. She moved some of her silver hair behind her pointed ears and closed her eyes. Within an instant, the temperature within the room had reached the threshold of boiling. She opened her eyes and the room went cold again, shocking her nerves into numbness. She walked out of the arena, slamming her fist into the steel door on the way out.

Between nursing her bleeding hand, she could faintly be heard saying, "I'll show them who's worthy of staying..."

OOC:
I am so in on this one! Who do you think I should bring in? I would love to bring in Mathias but he is going to be committed to an asylum in a matter of days. I will let you decide who I should bring in because it is your thread. :wink:

Upon reading the message Phoenix thought for a moment. Who should he ship out at a time like this. "Amber...," he muttered under his breath "Don't sneak up on me like that." "Afraid you'll have to shoot me to stop me," She says to him with her playful smile on her face. He knew this was just a cover for her realy she could easly take him down with two maybe three strikes. "Your shipping out to a ally nation for training," Phoenix says as he gets up and walks towards the door "You leave in a hour get ready." Amber shakes her head and quickly runs over to the door and opens it then sprints out towards her room to colect her gear.
---------------------1 hour later---------------------
Amber quickly bolted towards her fighter. She quickly climbed up the entrance ramp and hit the close comand on the hatch. Quickly she ran to the pilots seat and began the take off. Several minutes later the fighter gunned it out of the hnger towards Cyberutopia

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((Do we see a little repetition here? :lol: Oh, and for the other nations, don't worry about doing the whole "going to Cyberutopia" thing, it takes up too much time (unless you want to get your plane hijacked or something :wink: ). Just arrive. I've got to go to some brunch thing, so I'll make my IC post later.))

OOC:Don't make me hurt you..na just messin but I was rushed.
IC:
The fighter's landing grear brushed against the ground and then braced as the fairly small fighter landed. Amber walked to the back of the fighter and hit the exit comand on the controll panel and walked down the ramp as it lowered. She lookeed around and sighed to herself. She could be out with her unit scouting out the Phoenix city problem but insted she had to sneak into Phoenix's office and get sent here.

OOC: Amber
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King Doran had an headache. He had read the disbatch from one of the IDI allies, Cyberutopia. He couldn't sent any of the Nikja who held loyality only to their Royal Houses and the other ideal choise, the RSC operatives would refuse while they would work with their Kechan and Hakarian counterparts, they would not undergo what was being requested as they might give away secret Techinices they use that made them so extremely dangerious. That left only the Hartori the third group of Highly Elite warriors which is what was causing him an headache. The Hartori were the best kept secret in Teritora, not even known by their allies. the Nikja were known and feared for their deadly slience and stealth. The RSC who were even deadlier and much faster were only rumors even to some of Teritora's allies known for certain to only an few nations. Nobody however knew of the Hartori. They were only whispered rumors even in Teritora. They were an Elite guard, deicated to the King himself but unlike the RSC, they reported directly to the king only taking direct orders from him unless instucted to do otherwise. It would be an risk to sent one but Cyberutopia was an Ally whom Teritora owed. He looked through the list of Hartori and finally selected one to send. Vora Jorl, he hoped this would not come back to haunt him.

The shuttle opened its hatches, and from the platform several elves came out , clad in the usual armor of the Eldar Aspect Warriors.

The first one was a woman with silver hair, and a scar crossing her cheek in a grim manner. Her features were hard and cold, yet the beauty of her clear Sindarin heritage was shown along her face, her violet eyes containing a strange mix of violence and inner peace. She was the only one who wasn't wearing the complicate power armor of Wraithbone that was the standard issue of all Aelosian elites. In her back a huge mithril neddles sniper rifle was hanging, and a power sword of some sort was in her belt. She was the Coronel-Commander D'nan, codename ShadowElf, once one of the most feared warriors of all elvenkind.

Fëlan Cúthalion was at her right, the famous ultimate Exarch of the Swooping Hawks Aspect warriors, clad in the fearsome celestial blue winged armor of the airborne troops of Aelosia, his helmet removed to show one of the fairest faces of all the elven race. At her left, Secaldes Hyral, the Chief and Commander of the Striking Scorpions, the most fearsome close combat specialist of the Empire, sporting his huge scorpion claw in his right hand and a power saber in the other.

Three more elves were behind them. Another woman, this one entirely covered by the light armor of the Howling Banshees, was looking at her surroundings, quickly followed by a fair elven maiden with a wam smile in her face and ressed with a white, gleaming dress. Carassia Eöl, the Exarch of the Banshees, and Daedalis Vorpalis, the specialist in paranormal and psychic combat. The last one was the heavily armed and equipped Gilead Mablung, the Exarch of the dread Reapers, and master on heavy weapons and demolitions, maybe the strongest elf alive in Aelosia.

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Coronel Commander D'nan

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Fëlan Cúthalion, Swooping Hawk Exarch

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Secaldes Hyral, Striking Scorpion Exarch

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Carassia Eöl, Howling Banshee Exarch

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Vorpalis Daedalis

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Gilead Mablung, Dark Reaper Exarch

OOC: and how do those uniformed of this get involved? I can't just walk in.

OOC: and how do those uniformed of this get involved? I can't just walk in.

OOC: and how do those uniformed of this get involved? I can't just walk in.

((Thelas, I apologize, but I have neglected to add you to the "sent to" list when you should be on there. You have been ICly informed. Second of all, for the ICly uninformed, this letter sent out was not encoded or secure, so it could have been interecepted, which the Agents will have no objection to, or passed through allies or any manner of things. Be creative. For those who have arrived, please direct yourselves into Agent Four's office.))

((Thelas, I apologize, but I have neglected to add you to the "sent to" list when you should be on there. You have been ICly informed. Second of all, for the ICly uninformed, this letter sent out was not encoded or secure, so it could have been interecepted, which the Agents will have no objection to, or passed through allies or any manner of things. Be creative. For those who have arrived, please direct yourselves into Agent Four's office.))

The Hartori, Vora Jorl, was under excort by two RSC operatives who even though they were known among the Special and Black opps communaties to be among the best along with the Hakiri shadow warriors and the Kechan NADE Warriors and were noted for being extremely deadly, silent even in killing and unbelivable fast, were nervious and seem slightly stared by who they were excorting. Something that tipped of everyone who saw it that something was up with the person they were excorting. The RSC were elite of elite spies, black opps, Bodyguards and assassins, the type of the people who could silently hunt down an master superninja and kill them without an sound or anyone knowing they did it. The Hartori her self like the people ecorting her was dressed head to foot in black, she was unusal for an Teritoran who were rarely under 6 foot other the RSC and Nikja's who ranged around 5' 8", she barely stood 5 foot. But anyone who passed her near her in the halls had an shutter down their back like somebody had walked over their graves and dragged their souls back to torment. Yes there was something extremely scary about this mysterious Teritoran. They soon arrived and as soon as the RSC operatives silently excorted Vora Jorl into agent fours office, they seemed to dispear into thin air pulling off one of their secret techines as they silent left without making an noise or being seen. Before they left. One said. "King Doran, sends the requested aid. He need not sent more."

Tag

((Question: So others not on list or w/o telegram can join or no?))

[Pardon me for a bit of crossover and managing your character. Feel free to correct me or add to it..]

Grand Duke Cyrus I of Centropolis read the decrypted message from Cyberutopia with a growning serious look on his face.

"This doesn't look good.. I fear the day has come, finally.."

-"What is it?"

He turned his head and looked at Lafiël. His lovely elven bride, native of Cyberutopia. Should he tell her his dark secret or not? His heart was heavy, but he made his decision at once. Never did he want to keep secrets from her. He only worried that the content of the message, and his response, would upset her.

"Well.. it's a message from Cyberutopia. Here, you have a look.."

She read it, sligthly frowning. "Oh I see. But why the gloomy face? Don't you want to send any? Centropolis has people like that, don't we?"

"Well.. yeah."

He sighed. "Might just as well tell you all about it. Some years ago, I sanctioned the creation of a special operative force. Things were more stressed back then, it looked like my brother was going to invade to take over the whole country. Or at least, that's what my military advisors said."

"I don't get it. What's the big deal?"

"Well.. they aren't as what you would call.. "normal". We grew them and modified their DNA. As they grew in tanks, we fed them with data and taught them skills, directly into cybernetic brain and spine implants. When they had rapid-grown into adults, we added more implants, some of them so secret and with such cutting edge tech that we don't have it anywhere else yet. And my shame is.. that I made them. They don't know anything but what we programmed them to, they are not people, they are killing machines. No human should suffer such a fate.. it is one of the most ruthless things I've ever done."

He had tears in his eyes as he finished. Lafiël still didn't seem to understand it completely, but she could see the effect just talking about it had on him.

"You had the best in mind, my love."

She came closer and hugged him lovingly. He felt better, but the lingering feeling of his shame couldn't be erased so quickly.

"What did you do with them?", she asked and looked into his eyes.

"Well.. I couldn't bring myself to have them.. 'terminated', once the crisis was over with. Even if that probably had been the best for them. They hibernate in one of our most secret laboratories, far underground the city. There they wait.. for a day that I fear have come. I can't refuse the pledge since I was in Cyberutopia and saw what happened there myself. I will have to unleash one of them now.."

"Just one?"

"One is enough..", he muttered. "God help us all.."

He wasn't a religious man. She knew that from their wedding, held by the prime minister and not any clergy from one of the many religions in the region. That in itself told her how serious he was, and she wished she could do more to comfort him.

Amber now feling rushed puts on the newly created RS/ASU Stealth Plate Mark VII. After putting it on she then grabed one of C-14 Pistols used by undercover agents and begens walking towards Agent four's office. AS she walked she lookedd around and had her seemingly inocent look that tends to get most males to gawk at her. As she steped into the ofice after dealing with several gawkings she sighed and wished she were with Phoenix again.

((AFRP, having RPed with you before a little, I'll let you in. And Centropolis, don't worry about controlling Lafiël. She's your character too, now :) . And your cyborg killing machine thing sounds cool. Send it on over.))

"Miss...Jorl, a pleasure to have you here. Tell me a bit about yourself, and none of that military regulation crap." Four said from behind a plain wooden desk in a slightly amused voice, doubtless at the RSC agents' little tricks.

"Ahem," Amber says as she moves to lean against a wall in the shadows.

Blaine Dornon a Marine Gunnery Sergeant ("Gunny") in the Mikosolf 1st Divsion steps out of recently commissioned V.E.I.D. onto a much uneeded landing strip within Cyberutopia.

Steping out of the large blastdoor-like side of the aircraft he does a quick check of his gear. Disassembled combat armor, M-17 assault rifle, Beretta 92FS. Looks good. Slinging the massive bulk over his shoulder he steps away from the aircraft as it begins to prepare for lift-off. Glancing down at his small watch he wonders, Is someone gonna pick me up or am I gonna hafta run to the rendevou.

"Miss Amber, we have an abundance of time. Please, make yourself comfortable." Four said, motioning to the plush chairs by the wall.

((All applicants are expected to get their own sorry asses to the office. :wink: ))

It was awake. It opened its eyes and surveyed the surrounding.

Threat level assessment: 00%

It had a mission. It remembered it instantly, the first directive was to go to a nation called Cyberutopia and follow further instructions.

The scientist and the guards were startled as the beautiful young woman suddenly vanished from plain sight. No one could stop her now.. they had orders to take her to a transport, but she had no intention whatsoever to follow them. She would make her own way. Calling up secondary information, she remembered herself; Aya. It was a useless label that meant nothing to her. She was female, but that meant nothing either, save certain techniques programmed into her for special use by females. She was deadlier than the males, and she knew it.

She had no idea where it was, but she simply stole the information from the lab's computers after connecting to it. She ran to the spaceport after that, many miles of underground tunnels in level upon level, and even once she reached the surface, it was still a long way to the spaceport.

Spaceport. According to the data, it was newly built. But that was irrelevant. The only important thing was that it could take her to Cyberutopia faster than anything else. She ran tirelessly, powered not by human muscles but advanced biofibres energized by the utmost secret in Centropolis: The transtator.

Her arrival took 28.46 minutes at 150 Kph. She could have made it faster, but the traffic was intense. Within seconds, she had located a suitable computer terminal and began to slice into the advanced cryptation. Thirty seconds later, she had the access codes to one of the new spaceships that were going to take off. She went to it, entered unnoticed, and stored away in one of the few compartments her sensors told her was unguarded by peope as well as computers. The spaceship wasn't going to Cyberutopia, but it would take a good part of the way. Soon.. soon she would reach her target. A slight feeling of satisfaction spread throughout her body as the AI released endorphins to reward her for reaching the first step. She checked her calculations of when she would reach the waypoint, then simply shut down to minimize detection. Her lifesigns drained away into hibernation as her power system went down to minimal. Nothing would stop her from reaching the target.. nothing.

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Vora Jorl spoke her voice sounding like it belonged to an demon from the deepest pit rather than the tiny woman. "I am Hartori, I am the death that strikes from the darkness, that is guards the king. When all defenses fail and even the silent and deadly RSC have fallen. You would not have heard of the Hartori. In fact you are the first inside or outside of Teritora who knows the Hartori exist other than the king for an fact and my group exist has been only an rumor to the RSC. Like the RSC loyal to the monarchy and the Nikja loyal to the 7 Royal houses, we are an anceint order but our loyality has only been to the King himself."

"Sorry I'd rather stand," Amber says as she pulls out her C-14 and hits the clip release and lets it fall into her hand and looks at the 30mm HE rounds in the clip. "Good. All 30 rounds," she says as she slaps it back in then removes the small 30mm grenade launcher from the under side of the pistol and checks to see if the stun grenade was still in it.

After idling around for a few minutes Blaine gets restless, he sets down the backpack and pulls out the now slightly crinkled map.

Great, only a 3 miles run there, just like basic training... Tossing the near 200 lb sack over his back he sets out at a goodly pace towards the office.

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Running music/comical interlude insues.

Reaching the office a good hour later, he enters the complex, looking no worse for wear and is greeted...

OOC: No sweat, I was just wondering

IC: A Thelasi dropship landed, aboard were the three Thelasi operatives, one a Morchant Tirith, one a Morchant Tarag, and one something completely different.

The first person to step out was the Morchant Tirith soldier, dressed as all of the Shadow Guards do, in full black battle armor he was indistinguishable from any Thelasi that you would meet in the trenches of a war. His weapons were different, he carried two Long Knives, a modified Thelasi rifle, an energy carbine, two pistols, and, a long sword.

After him came the Shadow Path operative, dressed in a scaled down Morchant Tirith armor (less plating, he is more mobile), he again looked like any other Thelasi troopers that you would meet. Except for two things, his armor was different, it had a silver star on the helmet and shoulder pads, and also, his weapons were different, a pistol, carbine, and staff. This staff was an odd meld of Thelasi weaponry, and Thelasi magic. With a focusing crystal at the top, it was a fully usable mages staff, yet with electro generators, and energy beam at the very, very, very sharp bottom, it was a weapon that was fully modern.

The last officer to step out was not wearing any Thelasi, or otherwise, battle armor, in fact, he was only wearing a uniform, he seemed relaxed, smoking a cigarette. His weapons were simply, energy pistol, carbine, and a Katana.

Unnamed officer:

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OOC: No sweat, I was just wondering

IC: A Thelasi dropship landed, aboard were the three Thelasi operatives, one a Morchant Tirith, one a Morchant Tarag, and one something completely different.

The first person to step out was the Morchant Tirith soldier, dressed as all of the Shadow Guards do, in full black battle armor he was indistinguishable from any Thelasi that you would meet in the trenches of a war. His weapons were different, he carried two Long Knives, a modified Thelasi rifle, an energy carbine, two pistols, and, a long sword.

After him came the Shadow Path operative, dressed in a scaled down Morchant Tirith armor (less plating, he is more mobile), he again looked like any other Thelasi troopers that you would meet. Except for two things, his armor was different, it had a silver star on the helmet and shoulder pads, and also, his weapons were different, a pistol, carbine, and staff. This staff was an odd meld of Thelasi weaponry, and Thelasi magic. With a focusing crystal at the top, it was a fully usable mages staff, yet with electro generators, and energy beam at the very, very, very sharp bottom, it was a weapon that was fully modern.

The last officer to step out was not wearing any Thelasi, or otherwise, battle armor, in fact, he was only wearing a uniform, he seemed relaxed, smoking a cigarette. His weapons were simply, energy pistol, carbine, and a Katana.

Unnamed officer:

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OOC: No sweat, I was just wondering

IC: A Thelasi dropship landed, aboard were the three Thelasi operatives, one a Morchant Tirith, one a Morchant Tarag, and one something completely different.

The first person to step out was the Morchant Tirith soldier, dressed as all of the Shadow Guards do, in full black battle armor he was indistinguishable from any Thelasi that you would meet in the trenches of a war. His weapons were different, he carried two Long Knives, a modified Thelasi rifle, an energy carbine, two pistols, and, a long sword.

After him came the Shadow Path operative, dressed in a scaled down Morchant Tirith armor (less plating, he is more mobile), he again looked like any other Thelasi troopers that you would meet. Except for two things, his armor was different, it had a silver star on the helmet and shoulder pads, and also, his weapons were different, a pistol, carbine, and staff. This staff was an odd meld of Thelasi weaponry, and Thelasi magic. With a focusing crystal at the top, it was a fully usable mages staff, yet with electro generators, and energy beam at the very, very, very sharp bottom, it was a weapon that was fully modern.

The last officer to step out was not wearing any Thelasi, or otherwise, battle armor, in fact, he was only wearing a uniform, he seemed relaxed, smoking a cigarette. His weapons were simply, energy pistol, carbine, and a Katana.

Unnamed officer:

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OOC: No sweat, I was just wondering

IC: A Thelasi dropship landed, aboard were the three Thelasi operatives, one a Morchant Tirith, one a Morchant Tarag, and one something completely different.

The first person to step out was the Morchant Tirith soldier, dressed as all of the Shadow Guards do, in full black battle armor he was indistinguishable from any Thelasi that you would meet in the trenches of a war. His weapons were different, he carried two Long Knives, a modified Thelasi rifle, an energy carbine, two pistols, and, a long sword.

After him came the Shadow Path operative, dressed in a scaled down Morchant Tirith armor (less plating, he is more mobile), he again looked like any other Thelasi troopers that you would meet. Except for two things, his armor was different, it had a silver star on the helmet and shoulder pads, and also, his weapons were different, a pistol, carbine, and staff. This staff was an odd meld of Thelasi weaponry, and Thelasi magic. With a focusing crystal at the top, it was a fully usable mages staff, yet with electro generators, and energy beam at the very, very, very sharp bottom, it was a weapon that was fully modern.

The last officer to step out was not wearing any Thelasi, or otherwise, battle armor, in fact, he was only wearing a uniform, he seemed relaxed, smoking a cigarette. His weapons were simply, energy pistol, carbine, and a Katana.

Unnamed officer:

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Four's faint smile grew tenfold into a broad grin at Vora's words.

"The exact same has been said of every secret organization, dear. Perhaps something more substantial will come out of your mouth in due time." He remarked with no hint of arrogance or self-righteousness. "Miss Amber, care to say anything now that you have the chance?"

It was time. She woke because of it, and her internal locator unit confirmed the waypoint. Aya powered up, and went out into the main ship, invisible to human eyes and electronic sensors alike. A door. She ignored the warning sign and opened it. Almost immediately, she was sucked out in the thin, freezing air of a high altitude.

It was irrelevant. She was at the correct spot, that was all that mattered. She airdived gracefully as she fell fifty thousand feet. Centropolis' airships travelled above the regular airlanes to avoid the bustling traffic. She could see the ground below in infrared, and dived towards the exact spot of a small lake. Once she got past the clouds, she could confirm it at normal visual range.

Splash.

Hitting water from that height was the same as hitting concrete. Unless you were an artificial construct able to break the water before falling in with unnatural speed and precision.

She went swimming underwater the whole way. The lake was small, she was soon on the surface again. She checked her plasma rifle for damage and then the location one more time confirming it. Satisfied for the moment, she went off in search of another transport.

She soon found a road. Her eyes narrowed as she concentrated; reaching out to the closing vehicle. The old man inside proved easy to influence. When he stopped by the side, all he saw was a lifting student.

"Hi. I'm Aya. I missed the bus, now I really need to go to the airport. Can you take me there?", she said in a sweet voice.

"Huh, the airport.. I never go to the airport.. concentrate but sure, for a sweet thang' like yerself.. anytime, sweetie. We'll go to the airport."

Aya identified him as a "farmer". Human, male, about 52 years old. She could simply take over the vehicle and drive faster than him, but part of the mission was to remain secret. Top speed was not the highest priority. Not yet.

They reached the airport three hours later. The farmer's pickup had not been the fastest of cars. But it didn't matter now. She adjusted her appearance after simply leaving "Gus" to wonder why he was on the airport without any recollection of going there, and sliced into a booking computer. Soon after, she knew what plane she needed to get aboard. Soon.. she would reach the target.

...And was greeted by a man, simple dressed, who spoke not a word but merely led Blaine to a single office and knocks on the door.

(OOC:If I'm in the wrong place/getting to the meeting wrong do tell if not thats your que.)

OOC: Cyber, you TG me to join this, right? If so, what character would you like me to have in this thread?

"Come in." Four said at the knock, and Blaine was escorted into Four's office.

Four looked over the new man and gave him a thin smile.

"Welcome, Mr. Dornon, please sit down, or stand, or fiddle with your gear, whatever you prefer." The Agent said.

((Well, I know you usually have supernatural characters, and that's alright, but this isn't going to focus heavily on such talents (until later, perhaps), so if you want to join, have a more modern character. How does that sound? You know me, I'll agree to pretty much anything. :) ))

Vora looked at the people with guns and such with mild distaste.

"I'll have a seat thank you." Blaine replied. Depositing his gear next to one of the chairs he promptly takes a seat. Reaching into his left boot he pulls out a 12" hunting knife from his right boot and begins toying with it.

"I take it this is a briefing of sorts? What have I missed?" he asks to the others in the room and the man behind the desks whisks past him.

Four rose carefully from his seat and stepped through the cluster of people before him out of the office without a word. He felt the applicants should get to know each other before he thrust them into the fray. There was no surveillence equipment in Four's office, so the people in the office were on their own for a bit.

Many hours later, she got off the plane like a common tourist. She still had her combat suit on, but a low-level physic field surrounded her, making her look like a regular, conservatively dressed businesswoman.

Cyberutopia. She was finally there. Her next instruction was to reach the office of someone called "four". This information was undoubtly classified. She had to find a place where she could gather it.

The first ting she did was walk to an airport computer and touch it. Nanosensors in her fingers reached out with electric fingers, manipulating the electron flow in the machine, and they became one. In seconds, she had full access to all that it knew, which was a lot about air traffic but very little else. It did, however, tell her the most efficient way out of there. But that computer led to others, which led to others, and she drank greedily of the world's knowledge.

She didn't find the location she was after, but she did find something useful. The location of some military bases that weren't secret, and all the official government buildings.

Not that any of those would have what she needed.. but one led to another, which would lead to another, until she had found her target. Nothing would stop her from reaching it.. nothing.

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Vora spoke up. "Well we're an odd bunch. All we need is an cyborg and an wizard."

Four tapped on the captian's shoulder as the young man poured over complex data readings.

"What's the news?" The Agent rasped.

"Well sir, we've got an entity hacking into our computers from here in the nation." The intelligence man replied.

When he received a sharp look of annoyance, he went on to say, "We don't know who or what it is, but it's giving off signals like crazy. No one knows what to make of it. It hasn't gotten into anything important, just taking whatever it can get in, airport departures and arrivals, locations of government buildings and military bases, it looks pretty suspicious."

"It looks like Phalanxian cloaking technology." Four observed.

"Yes, but more advanced, from what we've seen, anyway. If we didn't have so many eyes on this thing, I doubt we could detect it." The captain chimed in.

"Alright, keep me updated." He smirked for a moment as he pondered. "If this were one of the new applicants, that'd be amusing to say the least."

The captain grinned. "Yes sir. Good luck with all of those newbies, sir."

"Thank you, Captain." Four responded kindly as he swept out the door.

Blaine Dornon looks around the room and tries to sum up those in it.

Hard bunch to read, most look more assassines than anything. I should be prepared, I was born to serve, I was trained from birth to fight. Be it with blades or guns, stealth or open combat. I have been sent because I am one of the most decorated troops in the 1st the Division. He thought to himself, just as the motto of the 1st Division popped into his mind:

Vos Creo, Nos Aboleo
You create, we destroy.

The military base was easy to enter. She just slipped into one of the guided tours, still using the look of a businesswoman. Not doubt that they guarded their secrets better than this, but this was - to some extent - an open facility.

"You know, they're probably going to have sensors in this place. How are you going to conceal me, huh?", said Rifle in binary code, directly to her fingers.

"Just turn off and shut up and you won't be noticed. I'll handle it", she replied.

It wasn't necessary to cloak or change appearance. She simply slipped under the metal stairs they went down in the blink of an eye when no one was looking, and she was gone. She waited until the tour had passed along, then she started working on the technicians. This looked like some kind of surveillance room, probably monitoring sats, missiles, planes that sort of thing.

It only took ten seconds to convince the first tech that he needed to go to the bathroom. After convincing the few other remaining to look at other things, she went out, walked to up to the computer and touched it.

I am one

This computer didn't know her, and resisted. It would take some time to break the encryption, time she didn't have. So she turned, looked at the tech with apparently the highest rank, and went into his mind, getting his access codes. He didn't expect it and didn't resist more than her usual victims.

Then she turned back to the computer. The code gave her access, but not to the whole system. Manipulating the flow of electrons, she convinced the computer to cooperate, and finally she had what it knew. She could feel security triggers. She delayed them, but they couldn't be completely circumvented. After she had left, the silent alarm would go off. This machine knew more, most importantly for her the location of an intelligence office.

That was her next target. But the alarm would go off.. she would make it out easily, but that meant she would be expected at the location. Or at least, someone would be expected. Not a problem.

She left a few false tracks in the machine to buy herself more time, then left, assuming the look of an officer she had seen along the tour. As soon as she was clear of people, she went out of existance from eyes and sensors, speeding away silent as a shadow, fast a racecar and with surgical precision.

"Great job. Now they will know you're coming", said Rifle. "Couldn't you just paint your name in neon lights over the city next time?"

"Shut up, or I'll exchange you for a spoon. That should do the killing just as well as some old plasma-energetic gigajoule assault rifle with programmable canister charges and built-in AI with overinflated ego."


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((I love your character, Centropolis :D . I'm all giddy now, damn!))

[Thank you. :oops: Hrm, I thought "Rifle" is a nice comical relief for her otherwise pretty cold appearance. I may develop new sides of her during this, depends on the development. I'm not sure how much I can post, but I'll hang in there. How's the custom sig? Kinda simple, but I like the style.]


The office. She was surveying it from a safe distance thanks to her image recognition and enhancement software, increasing the resolution as needed. It was completely inconspicuous, as one would expect. A typical small apartment complex rising high from the ground. The entrance had camera surveillance and a guard, but she wasn't going that way anyhow.

Moving up to the foot of the building, she reached out for the concrete surface, examining it with atomic resolution with her built-in nanosensors. Satisfied with her analysis, she ordered her suit to increase friction. The biofiber, similar to that in herself but less advanced, responded to her beckoning call by forming molecular hooks, literally creating a surface that would attach like a magnet to a fridge.

She tested it by hanging her own weight on just a glove on the surface. It held on perfectly, adjusted with beautiful precision to this exact material. A quick change of her Shadow Field let her blend in with the gray concrete, and she started the climb. 73 levels to go, but she moved rapidly upwards, not hampered by either tiredness, strenght, nor slipping. An elevator would have found it hard to keep up with her.

74:th level. Still no visible alarms around, and none detected by her sensors. She moved sideways now, until she was just by the side of the window into the one apartment she had found that served as an intel office. Someone in there had to know. She was being more careful now, dealing with professionals in espionage was something entirely different from dealing with civilians and lax military techs. She closed here eyes as she probed the inside of the apartment with her psychic tendrils, finding lifeforms. She only skimmed on the surface of their thoughts until she had found all of them. They would be more resistant to the mindprobe, no doubt, but Aya thought that they wouldn't keep their most sensitive, temporary information in computers. After riding on their thoughts for a while, she was sure of which one was the most important.

Gently, she began to push, slowly melding into the mind of the person. It was a time-consuming operation, but one that might reap more reward than the brute-force approach.

..no coffee.. ..where did she go again?..

concentrate

Agent Four.. secret location.. wasteland.. ..program.. psychic..

It was difficult this way. Aya let go of her conscious self, and slowly melded into the mind of the chief of operations, until they would become one. Then, she would know what he knew.. nothing would stop her. Nothing.


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ooc:Sorry for not posting sooner. My home computer is a piece of junk as is our internet connection. So could someone give me a recap on whats happened so far?

[Not much. I'm being a slowpoke and taking my good time to just reach Four's office :P ]

"Miss Amber, care to say anything now that you have the chance?"
"Ya I think someone is hidding on my fighter. Seems like Zero again," she says with a slight laugh. She then places the pistol in a hip holster and laughs slightly at some memorys of Joshua on recon in the winter.

She left the building as quickly as she had reached it. The AI pumped out a slight amount of adrenaline into her body as a response to her feelings when she knew she was getting close. It had been something of a controversy in Centropolis when the project was started whether the "PS" weapons should have feelings or not. Some claimed it would be better if they had none, and reacted only as machines. Others, had advocated that feelings could be a soruce of strenght, and this was the idea that had won out.

Aya had feelings.. she knew they differed much from a regular human which was full of chaotic thoughts and emotions at once, while she was designed to be extremely focused.

Right now she only had the location of her target in mind. That and her own location. Once the coordinates matched, she would have fulfilled the first parameter of her mission.. which in itself was just the beginning.

She knew they were after her now, but as long as they were two steps behind, it didn't matter. At the next location she had been to, she was lucky. One of the people there - an intel agent, no doubt - knew where "Four's" office was. That's where she was headed now, by a common taxi.

"Keep the change", she said to the driver, leaving not with any money or anything that could be traced, only the thought of having been paid. So, this was it. She was standing in front of the building, having copied the outlook of a common woman off the street.

This place should be pretty well guarded. How about some action? I'm starting to get rusty over here?, said Rifle, with a hint of bloodthirst in it binary code.

Shut up. That's not my mission. I have to sneak inside.

You better get your skils up then. You didn't exactly go without a trace so far, chuckled Rifle before it shut down.

Aya didn't bother to respond. She wwnt inside, and was soon greeted by a large man. "Miss, do you have a passport? Only members of the club is permitted during the festival."

No dubt a smokescreen. "I have it right here. Please take me to the room number four", she replied, and added a mental projection with her words, convincing him to see it her way. He resisted.

Probably trained against brainwashing.

"Four asked me to come", she said, trying a different approach as she was twisting with his mind.

"Oh..okay, but I still have to see your passport."

He was being troublesome in his simplemindedness. Aya pursed her lips and suddenly went into a blur of motion. Two finger puched hit him at nerve connections, and he dropped like a light turned off. She quickly dragged him off to a women's washroom and put him away in a stall.

This part of the place was still "open", at least it looked like it to the public. But from here, there was undoubtly a lot of surveillance. Some of them might even have catched her taking care of the bouncer in the lobby. She had to act fast.

The door was locked, but the guy's passcard opened it. She sneaked in, with her Shadow Field working on full now, making her completely invisible. But some sensors might still get her, simple weight scales could do it for example. She adjusted to the wall and climed up to the ceiling, moving along the corridor upside down. She passed a few unknowing people on her way through another door into a larger room. It looked like a waiting room of some kind.

This area was high-sec. No visible guards, but a clearly visible camera scanned the room continuously. Only the most noticeable one out of many other measures, no doubt. She moved along the ceiling, still undetected by electronic measures until she reached a hi-sec door. The passcard didn't work on it. She reached down to the panel, touching it with her fingers, and once more she was One.

She closed her eyes as the combinations flickered in her mind at hyperspeed. The door clicked and opened automatically. But she knew that a computer somewhere had registered the door opening. Soon, it would noticed that the combination she had used wasn't supposed to be there. Time was running out. She moved in, and could feel a stronger psi emanation ahead. She didn't expect that; it would make this really difficult. A few minutes later, she was finally outside Fours office, but the AI still withheld the endorphines. She wasn't in yet..

The door opened, unexpectedly. Someone was looking out, as if they expected someone? Strange.. she slipped down from the ceiling and into the office. Finally, she was there.. the rest didn't matter now. But was "Four" in? She still had to find that person..


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Four walked into his office casually and stood behind the cloaked form of Aya, clapping softly.

"Well done, Miss Zhendrago, very nicely played out." He laughed. "You can shut your cloaking mechanism down, too, it is of no use here. Hopefully, you can perform like that in true conditions"

He sat down again and looked over the forgieners assembled before him. "And we haven't even gotten everyone here yet, ha."

Four walked into his office casually and stood behind the cloaked form of Aya, clapping softly.

"Well done, Miss Zhendrago, very nicely played out." He laughed. "You can shut your cloaking mechanism down, too, it is of no use here. Hopefully, you can perform like that in true conditions"

He sat down again and looked over the forgieners assembled before him. "And we haven't even gotten everyone here yet, ha."

Shutting down the Shadow Field while wondering if she should have used only a psi cover, Aya became visible standing in the room.

She frowned. It didn't please her at all that she was expected already. Either they were much, much better than she had thought, which could very well be true, or part of the explanation was a simpler one..

"Centropolis told you I would come. You are Four?"

Not waiting for a confirmation, being certain she was right, she continued.

"This unit has fulfilled the first mission parameter and is ready to accept further instructions", she said, as she had been instructed to.

Her frown disappeared as a flow of endorphines was released throughout her body while lowering the adrenaline levels, making her feel very good and slightly dozed compared to her normally razor-sharp perceptiveness, although it was still above what most humans performed under normal circumstances. Her stance relaxed as she waited for input.

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Coronel Commander D'nan walked through the landing zone approaching to the security officers standing not so fa from the shuttle. "With the agent four please, I need to talk with him, tell him that Elfira is here to talk with him. He will understand", said the sinister elven woman with a grin in her lips.

double!

Amber shook her head. "Something we all need a robotic killing unit," She says as she removes 3 small knives from her armor and looks them over

triple!

Amber shook her head. "Something we all need a robotic killing unit," She says as she removes 3 small knives from her armor and looks them over

"Yes, we were told someone would come, but not when. Granted, from an ally like Centropolis, we expected a quick response. Ah, I'm sure you've all heard it before, but I'll say it again anyway: Don't take anything for granted, especially the other people in this room. If you don't work together, none of you will ever get past the preliminaries, I can assure you. There are no one man armies." The Agent said, pacing around Aya and judging her armor.

Four's apprisal of the advanced battle armor was interrupted by the arrival of an aide who whispered something in his ear.

"Well by all means, have her come in!" Four responded, grinning with a hint of cold anticipation. "Finally, we can show you all the actual building."

Word was sent back for the arrived Elves to make their way to the office with all haste.

"Miss Zhendrago, there shall be no need for rigid procedures here. There will also be no further instructions at the moment." Four spoke calmly, like the seasoned soldier he was who had seen it all.

The Thelasi move forward, looking around, the smoking one syaus in the back, observing, after asking for directions, they finally make their way to Four's office. Looking around at the other.

Aya followed Four's pacing around the room indfferently as she listened to her instructions, which were essentially that she would be working in a team, not take anyone for granted, and lay off the military protocol.

She found it hard not to respond with "Instructions received and programmed", but after a slight inner battle she adjusted by letting the "human" self of her take over more.

"I understand", she replied, and turned to look at the newcomer.

"HEY, I haven't got all day. What's my job? I'm getting bored, we haven't killed anything for days." said Rifle out loud with its speaker.

"Shut up and turn off", said Aya and wished she had Rifle in ready position so she could beat it on the floor.

Four grinned at the complaint and stared at Rifle for a moment.

"Yes, you do have all day. You're a piece of machinery, get used to it." He retorted, thinking about the odd pair these two made.

Ambr laughed slightly when the rifle talked back. "Reminds me of Cortana and Dekker," she says quetly with a laugh

Major Genreral Duker Looked ofer the messege handed to him. "Hmm most of or beside soldiers are in training but I wonder..." He called over the leading researcher in the lab." Mr Reno you said to me a while ago about a prodject youy discovered. I would like to know more about it.

"Well sir we found him some weeks ago. He was a wreak. Most of his original body was damaged or replaced with lab grown body parts. By all account we don't know how he lived long enough to be brough here but the prodject itself has been here for over 70 years."

70 years? Hmmm well I would guess most, if not all of his family are dead and he would curtainly beforgotten by now at least. may I ask who the subject was?

The researcher looked and a piece of paper he was holding. "His name was Ryudo O'Connel, this also states his nicname which was Marshall."

"Alright Doc, do what you can with him and have him shiped to Cyberutopia."

The researcher looked away from the general for a moment. "well general I don't need to work on him."

"I see well let me see what you have done to him."

The researcher noded and led the General deeper into the lab till theyy reached a unmarked door. The researcher typed in the access code the door swishing open seconds after he finished. "Step this way General.

The General followed him in. Inside the room were several other researchers and doctors behind a clear peice of plexiglass. They were seeming to be working on a test suject on a table in front of them. "That him this Ryudo fella?

"Yes General we have taken out most of the older lab grown parts and other weaker originall organs and wave replaced the with new prototype and the newest in cyborg technology. When he wakes he should generally pass as human but his reflexes brain application and motor skills have greatly increased. We ahve also implanted various military training programs. plus memories from soldiers that have had combat experiance."

"Doctor was he this man willing to have this done to him all those years ago? "

Well no General in faact the old report states that he was dead against all this. But we haved wiped his memory of most of his past if not all."

"Hmmm well then when will he be ready for shpment?"

"He is ready now sir, but I point ou that it might be better to have him wake at Cyberutopia rather than here. It would be easier ion his rebooting brain plus he would be less likly to remember his past.

"Good choice doctopr. Alright load him into the transport up on the runway. Oh and doc tell Cyberutopia we are sending over a spec ops member that they requested.

*** Houirs later at a Cyberutopia airfield***
The young officer stepped off the military transport plan and saluted the higher ranking Cyberutopian officer. "Sir I have a shipment here from the western might goverment on special request from yours...

The Aelosians followed the directions, arriving to Four's office. The armoured warriors just stood there, with their arms crossed over the chest, waiting orders from their commander.
Daedalis the psychic just touched the door softly, closing her eyes as she did so, smiling. The Commander just stood near a corner, blending with the shadows, almost unseen. In her mouth a little grin, almost a smile formed as she waited for Four to note her.

Rifle, hanging on her back muttered a bit on low volume. Aya flung her hand back and hit Rifle on the side, and it finally shut up. She went back to monitor the others. One of her new directives was to work with them as a team - hardly an easy thing for her, as her main function was to operate alone. Assassins usually worked best single, and she was a strategic weapon, desgned to locate and terminate anyone considered large enough of a threat to warrant the deployment of a single PSW-series unit.

So she studied them intentlly while remaining silent, in order to get to know their abilities better. There was nothing else for her to do at the moment, not needing food, sleep or any of the regular human conditions. So far her observations proved largely futile. Besides what you could expect - that every one seemed confident and capable - the only thing worth to notice yet was that occasionally one of them gave her a strange look.

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Amber giggled again as the rifle was hit and looked a the others. Most seemed to be trained to work alone but luckly for Amber she was trained to work good alone and great in a team.

A smile touched upon Four's lips. "Elfira, I mean, Coronel-Commander, nice to have you here. Couldn't make up you mind on who to send, so you brought everyone with you, yes?"

He smirked and turned away, walking out the door.

"Follow." He commanded with a small motion of his hand.

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"Alright, we'll take care of your soldier from here." The ranking officer said with a nod.

His radio squawked and he nodded to the soldiers arranged behind him. The soldiers walked into the aircraft to retrieve the soldier.

"Anything we should know about this guy?" He asked the officer.

Letting out a mental sigh Blaine Dornon thinks, Cybernetic killers with talking rifles? You think youve seen it all, and something comes out of the blue... but beyond that, he eyes the cyborg intently, Looks mostly human, armored though, weak point: under the arm possibly and face. The others I can't see much in the way of armor but that may change. Slowly patting the dismantled exo-skeleton in his bag.

The one that giggled, odd characted, if your one of your nation's best why do you giggle infront of the compitition either a) you think your going to win hands down, usually a fatal flaw over confidance; or you really should not be here if you lack the disipline to not laught at a talking machine.

His train of though continues around trying to assertain what he was up against in the trials ahead.

The officer looks at a clips board. Not much the soldiers name is Ryuido James O'Connel. He was a Lieutenant." The WM officer hands his Cyberutopian counterpart the clipboard he had been holding. "This is just general information on hus up grades and programing." The officer saluted and turned, entering the transport plane to tell the soldiers inside tio just take out the cryo-tub. And to wake him up just press the blue button.
Once the soldiers was unloaded the plane got going and took off, heading for Wm airspace.

Elfira nodded to Four with a smile and followed him as he commanded, the rest of her squad following her to the office of the powerful and famous agent of Cyberutopia, almost a legendary figure in Aelosia.

The small group exited the building and Four moved over to a sleek black sedan. When the applicants started to follow, he put up a hand.

"No one is ever going to take you to your destination. I'll meet you in the central command wing of the Special Operations building. You may get there however you wish, in one hour." He ordered before stepping into the sedan and rolling off.

((You heard him, this is your first real test. Work as a team or alone, whichever your character would prefer. If you don't get there in an hour, you're off the selection roster. This should be pretty easy, so don't sweat it. You're surrounded on all sides by sprawling city for several hundred miles with plenty of information just ripe to be used, so once again, this should be easy. The SpecOps HQ is a prominent, heavily guarded building just off center of the city, which houses the main command of SpecForces, Intel, CounterIntel, SpecIntel, and AgentComm (of which Four is head) under the large umbrella of Special Operations. The central command wing is easily found, so don't worry about that, either. All of this information is readily available to the public.))

Aya looked at the others indifferently.

"My instructions are to operate as a team. Does anyone wish to team up with me?"

The SpecOps HQ.. she already knew the location of it, from the airport computer. It would be prudent to confirm it before moving on however.

There was still no reason to go full combat mode according to the threat analyzer.

Boring, said Rifle in binary code.

I thought you had shut down. Why don't you ever keep quiet? We have a mission to concentrate on.

Correction; you have a mission. I still don't have one. My job is to kill. Your job is to get me there. If only those lunkheads back in Centropolis had bothered to give me legs, you would be obsolete.

Shut up.

While waiting for the others to decide, she activated part of the ITC system and changed appearance to a regular citizen. After scouting for a few moments, she decided upon one of the passers-by and started at her as Aya stretched out her psyhic tendrils into her mind, skimming the surface in search of an answer to a simple question.

Where is the nearest public computer?

An internet cafe just further along the street. This shouldn't take long.


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Excellent, not only a free path towards the HQ but a chance to observe this wildcard. Blaine thought then said towards Aya, "Seems an excellent idea for team work here."

Gotta remeber, play lacky "I follow orders" grunt type. Keep them on their toes.

"Daedalis, use one of your tricks, find the info about that Special Operation building. You, Secaldes, use your comlink to find the location by the net, the rest of you find us a nice transport, like a rented bus", said Elfira quickly, giving orders to her squad.

The men and women moved quickly obeying the orders of their commander. Secaldes using his net terminal to find the location of the Special Ops building and the rest of the squad moved to find a vehicle capable of transporting all of them.

Daedalis just approached one of the guards, placing idly one of her hands over the soldier's shoulder "Hi, Darling", she said in a very seductive and soft voice, her eyes gleaming with a strange glow as she started to use her mental powers to convince the soldier. "I need to find a building, the Special Operation Building, Could you please be a gentleman and guide me to that place?"

Amber looked at everyone leaving and then bolted towards her fighter. As she ran she activated her cloak and entered through a docking hatch. She then pulled up a map of the city and pinpointed the loctation. Fallowing that she uploaded it into her nural link and grabed a pair of roller blade attachments for her boots she kept for fun and climbed back out then placed them on and began to move towards the SpecOps HQ. As she bladed she began to use the nano system in the armor to alter her clothing to make her look less like a solder and more like a average girl. So this was what Adam mentioned a few times, she thinks as she loads up a song onto her head set titled "In all the world" (http://remix.supertux.com/songs/Super_Metroid_OneGirlinalltheWorld_OC_ReMix.mp3)

Amber looked at everyone leaving and then bolted towards her fighter. As she ran she activated her cloak and entered through a docking hatch. She then pulled up a map of the city and pinpointed the loctation. Fallowing that she uploaded it into her nural link and grabed a pair of roller blade attachments for her boots she kept for fun and climbed back out then placed them on and began to move towards the SpecOps HQ. As she bladed she began to use the nano system in the armor to alter her clothing to make her look less like a solder and more like a average girl. So this was what Adam mentioned a few times, she thinks as she loads up a song onto her head set titled "In all the world" (http://remix.supertux.com/songs/Super_Metroid_OneGirlinalltheWorld_OC_ReMix.mp3)

"Hi, Darling, I need to find a building, the Special Operations Building, Could you please be a gentleman and guide me to that place?"

The soldier smiled and shook his head as if there was something in his head before replying, "Sure. Um, if you just go down this road for about fifty miles and then take a right, you'll see it for sure."

"Good", replied Aya. "I have located a nearby comupter that I intend to use to verify the location of our target."

She went off in a fast pacing walk, Blaine easily keeping up with her.

The cafe was close. She went in, and found that even at this hour when the schools should be open, it was nearly full.

"Excuse me, I was going to use that", she said and smiled sweetly. The guy grinned in return.

"Hey, sure baby, go ahead. I'll be right here to show you the ropes if you know what I mean", said the guy, in his upper teens judging by his looks.

Aya didn't offer a reply, just sat down and touched the keyboard.

No connection. The computer must be elsewhere..

But using the keyboard was perhaps enough, though it wasn't the same as connecting directly to the computer. She never moved her fingers, but immediately the computer logged in and began searching as her nanosensors manipulated the electronic impulses.

"The location is verified at the expected coordinates", she said.

"Huh, what the hell, you're not even typing. What kind of freak are you?" said the young guy. Calling up a list of optional responses, Aya blew him a kiss and walked out of the cafe without taking further notice of any of the people in it.

Blaine was still following her, not saying much. She saw a taxi passing by and hailed it, but the driver didn't stop. She stepped out in the street. The taxi stopped with screaming breaks inches from her legs, but she didn't flinch.

"Are you crazy lady ?!"

She walked up to the taxi, pulled out the rider and dropped him on the street, and crouched to enter the taxi. The driver was even more upset now, flinging insults and shouting.

"Take me to the SpecOps Headquarters downtown.

It was a little difficult to influence him in his upset state, but soon enough he calmed down.

"Yeah, okay."

He put on the meter, and Blaine entered the cab. They left the former passenger on the street, and Aya threw out his luggage through the window as they took off.


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((Lol Centropolis.))

The taxi roared up the street towards the center of the city. Up ahead, a light turned yellow, and the driver gunned it. He almost to the intersection when the light turned red and a fellow speed demon cut across his path. The taxi driver slammed on the brakes and the car swerved to the side, right into the oncoming traffic.

"Hi, Darling, I need to find a building, the Special Operations Building, Could you please be a gentleman and guide me to that place?"

The soldier smiled and shook his head as if there was something in his head before replying, "Sure. Um, if you just go down this road for about fifty miles and then take a right, you'll see it for sure."

"Now, little cute one. I really need a place to find a nice transport for me and for my friends to go over there. Where can I find one?. Something nice like an bus, or even an APC?, eh?", said the psychic, closing her grip over the mind of the soldier.

Ryudo looked about at the dark, well it wasn't that dark since he was in an city area. Where in the hell am I? He thought sitting up from the bench he had been laying on. "And how did i get here?" he looked about for a car or any vehicle for that matter. Seeing none and also seeing a massive amount of trees, bushes and the like, he could assum he was in a park.

It was about that time when he noticed a small duffle bag at his feet with a note on it. all it read was ~Get to the central command wing of the Special Operations building wiothing this city. You have on hour.~

"Great I just woke up and I'm already on a mission." Well he had to get going so he picked up the duffle bag and started walking to the nearest group of lights.

While he walked he took inventory on what he had with him. One standard WM Mobile Infantry battle uniform with light battle armer.One set of ID tag stating his rank, name and military ID number. One communication set with a wide range of ferquencies and with a range of 50 or do miles. And in a side holster was a not so standard issure classic .45 colt. Then inside the duffle was two sets of spare uniforms. plus two sets of civilian clothing. Also in there was spare ammunition for his pistol, three full clips and a full box. As well there was several hurnderd dollors in cash. in several different currenies.As he neared the bottom of the duffle he came to somthing heavy and say that it was a MG-113 multi use assult rifle.

"Well it looks like I'm well equiped now lets see if I can get a taxi." A minute later he came to a street and could see several taxi's pass by. And he raised his arm yelling "Taxi!"

A taxi screeched to halt a few feet away from Ryudo.

"Where to?" The driver, a dark skinned tall man, asked as the soldier got into the taxi.

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The soldier shook his head again.

"Um, an APC? I, uh, I dunno, I mean...well...sure. Follow me." He said, smiling wider.

"Oh, perfect. That would be lovely, I'll take your hand", said Daedalis taking the hand of the soldier following him, and sending a telepathic message to the rest of the squad to follow her and the soldier. I'll find a nice transport for all of us. Commander We don't need to find the location. I already tamed a nice driver.

The soldier flushed red and took Daedalis' hand. They walked for a few minutes before coming to a nearby armory. The guide winked at the soldier guarding the entrance, who rolled his eyes in return before opening the gate. It wasn't long before the two stood before a row of several C-5 APCs.

"Take your pick." He said with a grin. "Um, you aren't going to go shooting things up, are you? These ones don't have any ammo in them."

Amber came to a quick stop as she spoted a much faster form of transportation. She waited for a moment and her armor finished changing into the form of a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt with a light jacket on. "Damn that always fels wierd," she mutters under her breath as she removes the rolerblade attachment from her boots that remained the same. She walked over to a stoped car at a red light and knocked on the window and watched as the driver rolled down the window. She then asks in a very sweet and irasitable voice "Can you please help me out?"

An elderly lady looks up at Amber from her car and blinks a few times before answering.

"What can I do for you, dear?" She asked in a voice cracked by old age.

"I only need the wheels darling, not the guns. But I also need a driver. Can you drive these thing?, I'm not just accustomed to these kind of vehicles. It's just until we arrive to the Spec Ops building", said Daedalis relaxing a little, noting that the soldier was being very helpful by his own will.

Amber smiles and asks very nicely "I'm in a very very big rush and I'm kinda lost can you please give me a ride to the Special Operations Building? It would realy help me if you did so."

OOC: I'm now convinced that the NS forum is a piece of shit... I'll replace this with my actual posting when I get it off of my work computer, where it's been saved for instances like this.

In short, Peter Zion arrived in a Harrier, and hitched a ride to Four's place.
Zion is a human male, very good looking, with green eyes and long curly black hair he keeps in a short ponytail. He's a sniper, armed with a custom-built .300 magnum WA2000, a nickel-plated M96FS, and a KA-BAR knife. He's dressed in grey fatigues, black CB's, black T-Shirt, and a pair of fingerless tactical gloves.

OOC: Sorry I'm late, Cyberutopia... Just got your TG. I'll submit Peter Zion, a supporting character I sometimes RP with.

IC:

A Harrier MkII bearing the insignia of the RDMA VTOL'd down onto the landing pad, the whine of its engines drowning out the loud punk/metal music coming from the cockpit. After a moment, this too stopped.

The canopy opened, and out climbed a very good-looking man, sporting long, curly black hair tied back in a short ponytail at the nape of his neck. His unsettling green eyes seemed to bore into anything that met their gaze.

On his back was a heavily modified WA2000, a high-powered and highly accurate sniper rifle produced by Winchester. The bullpup chassis was cast from a tough resin/polymer that had been painted in a dark urban camo pattern. The barrel sported an integral flash/sound surpressor, with a special magna-port on top of the barrel to release the needed amount of gas to drop a regular .300 magnum round to sub-sonic levels. The scope had been equipped with a thermal/nightvision sight, along with an integral laser rangefinder. The lens itself was a crimson color, to prevent a lens flare from giving away his position.

The trigger assembly had been replaced by a dual-trigger assembly, with a primer trigger in front of a firing trigger which needed only two pounds of pressure once the primer trigger was pulled. Finally, the old USMC training rhyme 'This is My Rifle' was written in small, faded gold letters along the stock, describing the unique connection between a Marine and his weapon.

Zion had come to join the so-called agents of Cyberutopia, an elite group that had been steadily losing members. Zion had spent six years in the Marine Corps as a sniper, graduating at the top of his class in the Scout/Sniper school. Afterwards, he'd spent the past four years on the RDMA Special Operations Team serving under Dekker Bray as a support sniper. Zion had honed his skills with a handgun well enough to be considered for a commando position, but few displayed enough skill with a longrifle to replace him as the squad's marksman.

Zion was dressed simply, in black cargo pants with a pair of grey hiking boots, along with a shirt the color of his hair. In his belt was a nickel-plated M96FS Berretta, in .40 caliber, opposite a KA-BAR combat knife.
He moved with the shuffle of a street fighter, something he'd become pretty good at while on the RDMA SpecOps Squad. Raising a fingerless tactical-gloved hand, he waved down a passing vehicle, hitching a ride to the regional Agent HQ from the military base he'd landed at...

OOC: Finally got it off of the damn thing...

Sitting in a cab Blaine replays the actions taken by the cyborg in his mind. Once thing for sure, she isn't subtle, action and mannerism should stand out in a crowd even with whatever that trick she is pulling is.

OOC Note: Through intense training given to the 1st Division soldier their will power has been greatly inceased. This was mostly for improved concentration in combat zones and fighting despite sevear(sp) wounds. But as a side effect most illusions have a lessened effect. (So you still change just something shows through[most likely your rifle, kind of an outstanding feature].)

Also that ability to access computers may prove an valuable assest in possible later missions, definatly should stick with this one until a single unit mission is put in place. He thought with a small crooked smile.

Next task, obeserve that squadron, thats the next largest threat.

Ryudo took a second to remember what the note has said. taking his time and closing the door of the taxi." Can you get me to the Special Operations building in..." he looked at his watch. "In 40 minutes? if you can I'll double the meter."

((Um, AFRP, if you had read one of my posts, you'd find that the back of the taxi you're in has been totalled. Totally irrelevent to that is my wonderment at where the Hatori or whatever she was called is.))

As Peter walked into the command wing, he could easily spot Four leaning against one of the many identical desks, computers and other technology arranged haphazardly upon it. A massive flatscreen adorned the opposite wall, and a semi-circle conference table faced it, a tirelessly humming terminal at each chair.

"Mr. Zion." Four began wryly. "Why am I not suprised. Last one in the country, first one here. Congratulations."

Peter could see that Four now had on the signature gear of all the Agents, light carbon nanofiber armor adorning the chest, calves, and arms dyed black with a jet black combat suit underneath. Only the shimmering silver cloak that was a reminder of the tyranny of Cortez offset the pure black ensemble.

---

"Drive it?" The soldier pondered, looking indecicive for a moment. "Um, sure I can drive it. Hop on in."

The soldier walked over to the hulking vehicle and opened the side door for Daedalis before climbing in. He gunned the engine a few times.

---

"Of course dear, get on in." The old lady urged Amber as the light turned green.

As they drove the woman asked, "The Special What's-A-Who's-It, eh? Not many people go there regularly. Are you in the military?"

(Sorry, skimmed and missed it, make that internal dialoge pre-crashed-ness)

Next task, obeserve that squadron, thats the next largest threat.

Just as that last thought ended just as the taxi driver slammed on the brakes and the car swerved to the side, right into the oncoming traffic. (Direct quote)

The taxi, sticking oddly out was hit by a still braking driver in the front compartment (towards the engine and the driver). Spinning wildly in a clockwise fashion until it smashed to a stop on a lightpost (or the equivilent) poping the "shotgun" seat's door clear off the car.

Fortunatly for Blaine he always wears a seat belt ( :D ), shaken but not seriously injured he tries to open his rightside door, finding it jammed he puts his shoulder into it untill it unwillingly yields and opens. Clamouring out he grabs his gear and quickly chesks to make sure everything was safe, Glad I put the safety on or else the rifle could have gone off, he thought.

Looking back into the taxi it was quite apparent that the driver was dead, reaching in he fishes for former fare-er's money, He won't be needing it. Throwing the wade of [bills/credits/your monetary system] into the bag he peers around for the cyborg and another means of transportation.

((Credits, for further reference.))

A crowd began to form around the totalled taxi. This certainly wasn't going to look good to Four.

"Yes I'm in the military. Not the greatest job in the world but I was needed so I joineed in," Amber says as she thinks back over her years of training "And thanks for the ride."

"Yes, anytime hon." The lady said as the car pulled up in front of Amber's destination. "Have fun now."

"I will. Have a safe drive," Amber says as she gets out of the car and begens walking towards the entrence of the building humming. As she walks she starts to wonder what is takign the others.

Walking away from the gathering crowd wondering where that cyborg he things to himself, I know where to go, I marked it on a map in that cafe. maybe a direct approach is needed.

Setting his bag down he pulls out he face concealing helmet out of the armor case, puts it on and approaches a stop light a few blocks away from the accident.

Walking up to the driver side of a car he knocks on the window of an obviously preoccupied driver who unrolls the window for him, as soon the window stops, he unholsters his pistol and *wham* slams it into the unfortunate man's head knocking him out cold. Tossing his gear into the back he opens the door completely pushing the unconsious driver to slump over the passenger seat. He reholster's the pistol and calmly buckles up and waits for the light to turn green.

Yep definatly the direct approach.

**After 30 minutes of mostly legal driving**

He pulls the car into an unmarked allyway about three blocks from the HQ. Wiping any finger prints from within the car he does one last check on the man. Finding him not seriously hurt (aside from being unconsious with a concusion) he grabs his bag from the back and swiftly walks to the large structure. Entering the loby he looks at the outlay map for the Command wing and five minutes later of elevators and hallways he enters the comand wing and finds an unknown man, Four, and Amber from before.

Amber turns her head at the new comer and looks him over. So I am first. Heh always was in class, she thinks.

((Lol, it's so funny how different the approaches are.))

"Nicely done, Mr. Dornon. Only one dead, several wounded, 120,000 Credits in property damage, tons of public attention, and to top it all off, your teammate is missing." Four remarked dryly as Blaine walked in.

"Mr. Four, as in all missions, even the ones called "milk runs" there are chances for disaster, and it just so happened we had to pick one of the worst taxi drivers. I do not think we could have found worse if we tried. And the blame for the damages fall upon the driver.

Furthermore, as to my teammate I merely needed more accurate directions, which she aptly suppied and a way there. When she goes missing I do not feel obligated or even honor bound to locate her. She is a big cyborg, I'm sure she can find another way here." Blaine flatly stated.

"Also, my method of procuring a secondary mode of transportation, while crude, works and I cannot influence minds nor use feminie charms to do the same in a slightlyless violent manner. But this is merely an opinion, I mean no offense to you sir!" Blaine exclaimed. Good, good, keep up the fasade, you almost blew it in the self-richous rant there, at at least those here now are minimal, but still, no more, you are a grunt, play the part.

"There is no offense to me, Mr. Dornon. You did what you deemed was right, and it did get you here, albeit sloppily. One should never leave anything to chance, and you did. Look what it brought you. Certainly you could have employed your teammate's abilities to test the driver's aggression? About not feeling honor bound to your fellows, this may be a competition, but leaving your allies behind, no matter how trivial the task or capable they may seem in going alone, is certainly not going to get you a place on my team." Four took a few steps closer to Blaine, bearing down on him coldly. "Your opinions are what make you who you are, don't reduce yourself to another one of the rank-and-file. You're here for a reason. Live up to it."

Tochè Four, he thought to himself, "Of course sir, but respect is to be given as respect is due. Also, I feel I should elaborate on the curtness of my answer regarding the cyborg. When I searched the wreck I saw no sign of her and the far door was open. I assumed she had left on her own accord to procure herself a means of transportation. I knew time was getting somewhat slim and did not deem it wise to lay about for her, especially if staying there ment getting caught up in a routine investigation over the accident itself.

As to leaving team members behind, I assumed she left me, only in dire circumstances where losing one member will save many lives do we at the 1st Division leave a man behind."

"Your response to the situation was valid...for circumstances involving direct enemy incursions. I don't want to enter a petty argument over such trivialities. You will learn." Four responded, before returning to his usual demeanor.

Giving an off-tilter nod he searchs around for a comfy chair or corner to sit down and set his stuff. Finding an ergonomically correct office chair he proceeds to slump down in it (completely ruining the ergonomicness of it) and lets the bag fall in a small heap on the floor next to him.

A the taxi stopped in front of the Special Operations building Ryudo stepped out of the taxi along with the duffle bay, paying the driver double the meer as promised.

Looking at the bulding he guessed he as at the right place and walked up to a guard that was standing at the entrence gate." You there enlisted man how does one ge to the command wing of this place?

Amber walked over to a wall and leaned against it. "So how did I do then?" she asks Four as she brushes some hair behind her solders and ties it up with a small piece of ribbon.

Daedalis jumped in the APC, opening the back door for the rest of the squad to enter "Don't worry about them, they're just friends. Take us to the Central Wing of the Special Operations building", said the Psychic fondling the soldier's hair.

"You fufilled what I told you," Four began, turning his head to study
Amber, "And attracted little attention. For the parameters I gave you, excellently done. There's not much to say about such an easy task."

---

"To the command wing, gotcha." The soldier said, relaxing a little as he manuvered the steel monstrosity through the streets. "Mind if I ask what you're in Sapporo for?"

---

"Down the hall, big octagonal building in the center. Can't miss it." The soldier said casually, jutting his thumb behind him.

Zion arrived at the special operations building a few minutes later, entering the building... he was a bit worried about how he'd look walking in with a short snipers' rifle across his back in a government building, never mind the handgun in the waistband of his fatigues. Walking up to the desk, he put on his best flirtatious look...

"Pardon me, miss... where's Agent Four's office? I think I've got an appointment..."

"Um, I'm sorry, but do you have authorization to be in here?" She asked Peter, looking up annoyedly from her work.

Amber smirked and says "Just preforming the way I was trained. Just wondering but whats next?"

"My sister over here", said Daedalis pointing to the Commander Elfira, "She was in this country when the mad Cortez tried to kill the elves and harass the population, yet she helped Agent Four to bring the tyrant down. She's an old acquietance of him, and wanted to pay a visit, that's all"

((I'm sorry about being on and off so erraticly. The joys of Collage.))
Vora spoke up. "This will be an amusing business."

"Um, I'm sorry, but do you have authorization to be in here?" She asked Peter, looking up annoyedly from her work.

'Frigid bitch... time for plan B'

"I was with an RDMA special operations team that fought beside your Agents during Cortez's brief rule... we kept the skies safe for your fighters by taking out AA emplacements. Agent Four might remeber..."

Ryudo gave the soldier a half salute, half nod and went on his way dow a corridor. As he walked he wished he didn't have steel heeled boots at they made that annoying click click click." Ok first chance I get I neeed to bet some rubber heeled boot or I''ll go insane." And after a minute of walking he finally got too the discribed building Then walking to another set of doors asked the soldiers there " Yea I'm here to report to here... " he looked on the back of the note. " To an agent Fours office.."

((Just make a more detailed post whenever you have time, Teritora, no rush.))

"I remember that." The soldier told Daedalis, pain seeping into his voice. "I lost my brother to Cortez when I was only 12. Pretty much everyone knows someone that died because of The War. We owe the Agents everything, or so we're told."

The soldier let out a long breath and fell silent, turning his attention back to the road.

---

"Oh, Agent Four." The woman said, her face lighting up. "He's been expecting a few people. You'll find him in the main command room. All of the halls lead to it, so don't worry about getting lost."

She paused for a moment to think.

"And...thank you. For what you did for us." She said with reverence, offering him a small smile.

---

"Next..." Four said, smiling wryly again, "You'll actually get to learn something. I trust you are adapted to 72 hour training sessions?"

Vora smiled coldly, her amused expression slightly colder than an antarctic night. "Only 78 hours? Everything is training." Her Expression warmed up. "The difference between the RSC, the Nikja and the Hortari, is that the Nikja are combination, spy, hidden bodyguard that protect from the shadows and assassin, they are masters of stealth, sort of an type of Ninja if you look at it like that in service of the Royal family they serve. The RSC who serve the Kingdom, preform the same functions but they are much better at steath, further more they are masters of moving and killing quietly able to kill without making an noise. Like you saw they can dispear into thin air and they can move extremely fast without making any noise. Its said that to become an active and nontrainee RSC operative, you have to stalk and kill an Ninja master without him knowing what killed him and without making an noise. They also preform specal opp operations with the Kechans and Hakari. My training is somewhat more specalized. So what will this training deal with."

"I prefer week long live ammo feild training. But 3 days is fine by me. When do we begen?" Amber asks as she pulls out her small pistol and a small sort of case from one of her pockets. She then begens to take apart the weapon and open the case and pull out a cleaning brush.

Zion nods in thanks, then sets off fro the office proper. Finally finding it, he raps on the doors with a knuckle...

Four answers the knock on the door with, "Come in."

He looks up at the ceiling wistfully before speaking. "I don't want to give too much away, now do I? Let's just say you'll cover just about everything, and then some. You will begin once everyone gets here, and then One and Three will take over."

"Alright then," Amber says as she reasembles the gun and places the cleaning equipment in the case and replaces them both. "How long you think till everyone else is here?"

"Five minutes, at most." The Agent remarked.

"Hope they make it. I'd hate to be the only one to have passed."

Four answers the knock on the door with, "Come in."

He looks up at the ceiling wistfully before speaking. "I don't want to give too much away, now do I? Let's just say you'll cover just about everything, and then some. You will begin once everyone gets here, and then One and Three will take over."

Zion enters...

"You Agent Four? I'm here about that recruitment thing..."

"Yes. We're just waiting." Four said, sweeping his arm out to include everyone. "Almost time for all of you to begin."

Vora spoke. "personally the hardest thing your have with me likely is geting me to work with others. The RSC and Nikja are the ones who work well in groups. Well you are dealing with trained forces at least. I doubt you could come up with something worse than people who been at it for 5,000 or so years of devolopment." She got an look complation as she thought back to her training days.

Zion shook his head at the other's comment...

'Here comes the pissin' contest... The rifle on my back should speak louder than any boast about training...'

Peter looks at Four...

"Start what?"

-Damn Forum-

Four shrugged and said. "I suppose. It is good I'm working with already trained forces, the original twenty of us was difficult, along with it's share of horrible failiures. However, everyone here is trained in a different way. That's going to be the tough part, if you ask me."

Vora calmly spoke. "That will be an challange but it will also complment as well. There be some times one person will able to do that others can not or can't do as well."

"There are good and bad points to every aspect of the way any special forces unit is run." Four agreed with a sage nod.

Vora replied. "My self, I don't use guns or Gerenades neither do the Nikja or RSC. Don't need them but I say dodging bullets is rather annoying and unless I am in throwing dagger range or I can move up close enough to use my sword, I'll be dodging bullets intil I can no longer do so. However if I do get close enough, their meet their doom. I am also am an master with drugs and poisons as well torture and interegation techines. All RSC, Nikja and Hartori carry and full drug and poison kit for when they need them."

"Good, good, then not much of the preliminary training will be very new." Four responded, bringing his head down to study Vora. "If you enjoy the sword, you shall be right at home here."

Vora smiled. "Swords, long daggers, short daggers, throwing daggers, I been training with them since I was old enough hold them. But all Teritorans train with swords from when their old enough to hold one. Its the type of sword and fighting styles thats different and varies."

"Trained in all covert ops, suduction and many more. You name it I've trained in the feild. Besides I was trained by a vampire and a half demon. I think one of them was here several years ago and was nearly killed in a rebel attack. He aparently scared 10 or so rebels when he ripped a door from it's hinges and sung it like a baseball bat," Amber says

"Trained in all covert ops, suduction and many more. You name it I've trained in the feild. Besides I was trained by a vampire and a half demon. I think one of them was here several years ago and was nearly killed in a rebel attack. He aparently scared 10 or so rebels when he ripped a door from it's hinges and sung it like a baseball bat," Amber says

"Yes, I remember. Adam, correct?" Four asked, smiling slightly.

"Yes. That was him. Sadly he was nearly killed only a week ago when a car exploded right beside him. But he trained me in ways of stealth kills. Good man, never gave up. I always like that about him. And I think Angel was the one who tought me my covert ops skills."

"Wait." Four said suddenly, staring critically at Amber. "A week ago? Several people saw him die in what are now the Ruins of Sapporo almost a decade ago."

Vora spoke. "I never lost any of my teachers of course theres one I couldn't have missed. Lord Ken, the man may have been RSC but that man was and is likely the scariest man alive, human or otherwise."

Zion unslung his rifle and sat down with a smile, propping the WA-2000 barrel-up beside his right leg...

"What kinda unit do you run, man? Sure as hell ain't stealth-like. From what ya'll are sayin', ya seem more like some sorta death squad. I don't do the guns-a-blazing thing... to obvious. Swords had a place in the spec-ops business back in the day, but a knife is easier to carry and a lot less messy..."

He pauses for a moment, letting his words sink in. Major Bray was never a by-the-book kind of guy, but he did things in a way that made some sort of sense, even if you had to think about it for a bit till it actually sounded like a decent idea...

"He didn't die. He has the talent to fake a death but he did wish he never did," Amber says as she pulls out a small data chip. "It has the recording of the bombing."

Vora smiled back at Zion . "Daggers are better than knifes and theres nothing wrong with the use of an sword, its got better reach in an close in fight, asuming you don't take them apart with your bare hands silently."

Thats right people, Blaine thought leaning even farther back in his chair, keep telling my about your pasts, about your styles, your metidology, your motive, just keep in comming. In silence there is strenth, and I think you all prove it very well.

Letting out a low chuckle he reaches down once again for his boot knife and slow runs his finger's against the blade, testing its sharpness.

Vora noted the low chuckle but didn't turn to face Blaine, she would like with the others keep an eye on them, let them think they were learning something, it would make them happy. She was only hear to aid an long standing Teritoran ally.

Vora smiled back at Zion . "Daggers are better than knifes and theres nothing wrong with the use of an sword, its got better reach in an close in fight, asuming you don't take them apart with your bare hands silently."

Again, Peter smiles and draws an old-stlye KA-BAR from his belt. He pantomimes covering his mouth and cutting his throat...

"Can't beat one of these for cuttin' throats... No need for a charge or hand-to-hand, that's a last resort..."

Peter had had expeirence with these kind of people, favoring flashy and un-called-for methods of death-dealing. Zion was a sniper, for him killing had always been impersonal, although he had had to kill guards silently to get a good perch, and blast his way out of a tight spot with his .40 caliber Berretta at times. The USMC Scout/Sniper school had taught him all about stealth and camoflodge, Dekker Bray had taught him how to handle a knife and how to deal on someone with basic, effective HTH attacks... the rest he'd taught himself during some hasty get-aways from a long-range kill...

Closing his eye's Blaine lets memories of his own training bubble across his mind:

All mine life in the service, born into it, and gonna die in it. First twelve years, G.I. training, until I was picked for covert-ops. That was some tuff training, one test that really sticks out was the four day stalk, had a one shot 800 yard rifle with an optic scope, had to travel four days by foot to reach the target, laying in wait for several more hours before it was light enough to pick him off, a clean shot, right into the left temple as he was entering a jeep, he just slumped over the wheel as the blood slowly trickled out...

Hard to belive how much they taught me for those ten years, stealth, hand-to-hand, and tactical break downs of sucessful and unsucessful missions by me and others, learning for our mistakes.

His mind continues to flick back and forth recalling all the tasks he had once been sent to do.

OOC:If he thinks its flashy and un

Vora spoke smile "I met plenty of gunmen and knife men and I killed them all before they even knew what happened or that I was even there. Besides an enemy can't shoot or fight what they can't hear or see. Besides I poison all my weapon with Wyvern venum. One drop can kill an horse ten times over in an minute. One nick their dead. Besides its Teritoran armor insures that even head shots with armor pericing rounds are unlikely to kill the Target. You got to get in close and kill an target in Teritora and the target is likely to an master of close in combat. Personally an dagger to the heart, the back or the "Cheese cutter" is good for stealthly killing."

Zion nods...

"Back and heart stabs aren't a real good choice for stealth kills, way too much blood in your direction, and your target can still scream. Personally, I prefer this..."

He pats the rifle leaning next to him...

"...To kill people with. One shot. One kill."

Vora chuckled. "Thats why the dagger has wyvern venum on then, the target is dead before they know it from the poison, even an nick will do. Guns as I said have never worked well in Teritora, the Armor makers have surpassed the fire arms makers there. Not even head shots are gurnteeed to work as the Prince from Ebolia found out when he tried to cheat and shot the kings champian in the head during their sword dual. Besides unlike what movies shows or fencing, swordplay is not very flashy. Its quick, ruthless, anything goes fight that an milisecond mistake will be somebody killed. If somebody tried that movie or fencing swordplay in an real fight, their opponent would kill them no time. Flashy sword play doesn't exist on the battlefeild unless the swordman is an fool, then he is dead for trying to be fancy."

Ryudo looks a little odd;y at the woman then shrugs. "Urr your welcome." He then walking on his boots still making that clicky, clicky, clicky sound. He wondered why he was brought here. His memory was still had a few blank spot in his memory. He was a soldier a darn good one at that but still....
Well he had no more time to think as he came upon the main building were the lady had said Agent Four was. So he walked in looking about and asking "Agent Fout ya in here?"

Four grinned and pulled down the mirrored sunglasses to look at Peter. "A death squad, Mr. Zion? I think not. You haven't even seen our swords yet, so I wouldn't be denoucing us as some Rambo-style team just yet. I don't want to give too much away, after all. As I've said before, you will see."

After waving Ryudo in, he took the chip from Amber and nodded his thanks, falling silent again, and everpresent smile of confidence upon his features.

((Centropolis' internet has kaputted out on him, so once Aelosia's people get here, we're going to assume everyone is. And AFRP, the "Thank you" comment was to MS' character.))

"Can you all just shut up with your bragging it is just to damn annoying. You all remeind me of the damn 121 comando unit always fighting with each other more than the enemy."

Vora stared like Amber grew another head and declared she was an demon worshiper. "Braging? What are you talking about. This is an techical debate, used to get an little information about various people and techinices."

"In other words bragging. This is why I love to work alone. No saying I was trained better bull shit."

Vora spoke. "Nobody is saying their trained better. I am at least trying to get an idea of who I am working with and what varation of training they got. I am not used to working with other people, thats more of the line of the RSC and nikja. I am also trying to give other people an Idea about my training as well. As far as I am concerned everybody has been trained in an way that fits the type of sitations they are most likely to deal with in their lands and missions their land would have them conduct with different specalities."

"What ever," Amber says as a small stream of sliver gray liquid crawls up her head and forms one of the RS headsets. She then taps a button on it and music can be heard eminating from it

Vora muttered. "Vorani Moreani Heranis hoera Toranievura."

((Can we assume the APC arrived to the Command wing of the Spec Op building iwthout much troubles?...))

Ryudo, withoiut moving his head loks left then right befor entering the room. He wasn't all the shocked as somone sprouted two head and it seemed to be alot of yelling." So who's incharge of this bitch fest? And what am I here?"

((Lol, WM, no one sprouted another head! It was a figure of speech. :lol: ))

The APC stopped at the front gates.

"Good luck. Perhaps I'll see you around." The soldier said as the Elven team disembarked.

As they neared the entrance, a slim, silver haired Elf dressed like an Agent shoved past them annoyedly, carrying a small knapsack. Waves of disturbance and hatred rolled off of her, saturating the area around her with an uneasy feeling. The Elves easily found their way to the command wing and Four smiled and moved from his idle position as they entered.

"Ms. D'nan and her team. About time." The Agent said, turning his head to look halfway at them. "Follow me."

The group soon arrived at a pair of blast doors. With a quick series of taps on the keypad, the doors swung open smoothly, but a large dent could be clearly seen on the brushed metal. What lay inside was a gigantic room, pristine in it's appearance. Cold concrete walls surrounded the occupants, cracks and slices dotting them. Parallel rows of hulking pillars ran along the left and right sides, standing ridgidly like sentinels. Bulletholes and cracks pockmarked these pillars as well. Those entering were hit by the shock of fridgid cold. This room was certainly below freezing in it's temperature. Ice crystals lined the ceiling and jutted upwards where the pillars met the floor. A lone figure stood dead center in the room, dressed identically to Four.

"I shall see how many of you remain in 3 days. Good luck." Four said over his shoulder. "One, try not too kill too many of them."

"Yes sir." Agent One said, cracking an evil grin at the applicants while retrieving a brilliant shrukein from some hidden compartment. "Certainly you all know what this is, so I won't bother. You will be expected to have mastered this and every weapon in the Cyberutopian arsenal by the time you leave here, and then some. You'll quickly learn that there always is more after it seems you're done. Certainly you're used to that too. Here, catch."

The shrukien became a lethal blur heading for Amber's throat.

Amber suddenly drew two if her own knives in a blur and deflected the shrukien just only inches from her throat. "Nice try," she says as her clothing forms back into her armor gleaming with a sliver blue sort of light

One nods his approval and walks slowly over to a gun case attached to the wall, his silver cloak rasping against the cold ground. He gingerly retrieves an M41z and almost casually fires of three rounds at Amber with a single hand, a blue flash following each of the hypersonic bullets.

Amber smirked and enjoyed a good chalenge. She pusshed off the the left in a blur of her own. Though she wasn't that fast her armor was grazed by two of the three rounds on her left leg. Her armor quickly began reasembling it's self except with the spots that were graazed had a golden tinge. "Why ya picking on me when there ae so many other targets to shoot at?"

"I just want to make sure I got a good batch this time." One said with a wink. "It's convenient to have someone to pick on, you know. Anyway, this is an M41z. It's basically your standard carbine, compact, optical scope with 2x and 5x zoom, flashlight, grenade launcher and the ever useful flamethrower attachments. There are no laser pointers because you shouldn't need them. They're a hinderance, and you will find none of them on the weapons we use. This thing uses pulse-fired ammunition, so it may be different for some of you. There is absolutely no recoil, so you can easily fire it with one hand with maximum accuracy. Weight is not a problem either, the majority of the gun is made from suberbound carbon nanofibers and titanium. There are very few moving parts as well. An overall excellent weapon. Any questions?"

Vora spoke. "Yes when can I get an shot at you. I am intrested in seeing how good you are."

"Ya. How thick or strong would the armor be to take one of those rounds and not be pierced?"

Vora looked and Amber breifly. "It I'd say depend on the materals used in the armor. Some metal alloys could stop it but you would have to know the right amount of each metal for the alloy other than that I don't know."

One grinned at Vora and tossed the carbine to her before standing before her, arms and legs spread, tempting a free shot.

He took a moment to glance at Amber to say, "This can go through an IFV's armor plating, so pretty thick or at least very very strong. It can easily defeat most armor you're going to come up against in the field."

One grinned at Vora and tossed the carbine to her before standing before her, arms and legs spread, tempting a free shot.

He took a moment to glance at Amber to say, "This can go through an IFV's armor plating, so pretty thick or at least very very strong. It can easily defeat most armor you're going to come up against in the field."

Vora shook her head as she set the gun down "No I want to see what some of I know will do agaist you and don't know how to use an gun. But I have other many tricks up my sleaves." Her hands flashed suddenly as tTwo daggers flew at one and Vora faded back into the shadows.

"Fair enou-" One began, but was cut off by the daggers.

The Agent spun to one side, deftly snatching one of the daggers out of the air as the other one thudded into the far wall. One attained a ready stance, drawing his katana and holding the captured dagger in a reverse grip in his left hand.

Two more daggers flow at him from different angles then Vora launched her attack appearing with short slightly curved single edged sword in her hand and attacked in an blur of motion, with an long dagger in her other hand.

One gracefully slipped to one side, the flurry of attacks passing him harmlessly. He moved behind the Hatori and struck swiftly with the flat of his blade on the shoulder blade of the hand with the sword, and drove into her neck with the pommel of the dagger. After these attacks, he made a low kick to her ankles, the cloak following closely.

Just as gracefully and as fast she kicked one in the groin even as sheshuttered under the blows of the weapons and and smashed the pummel of her dagger at ones throat. She then swiftly fell back to dodging the kick to take stock of the sitation. She spoke. "Your not bad."

The Agent took the low blow easily and swiftly knocked the pommel of Vora's dagger from his throat. Without stopping, he carried forward with a far lunge, stopping short of her heart.

"You're decent as well."

Vora meanwhile stopped with her sword just short of an major artary on the arm. "I look fowarded to sparing with you."

One straighened up and put away his katana and handed the knife back to Vora.

"As do I, but you still haven't learned to use a gun yet." He said with a grin, picking the carbine up again.

"I've been told there's a few snipers in here, yes?" Agent One began again, looking at Peter briefly. "For the long range specialists, there is the XSR-100. 14" armor penetration, 5x, 10x, and 15x optical scope settings, effective out to 2.2 klicks, ultra light composition, silencer attachments, 20 round clip, flash suppressor, everything you need in a sniper rifle."

Vora nodded as she gathered up the throwing daggers she threw.

"I have seen that rifle in action, good stuff. Reliable, powerful and accurate" said the Commander D'nan, speaking for the first time since her team came in. "And Agents are deadly fighters. One, you're almost as deadly as Four. Although I didn't know that you got an elf in their ranks. A dead walking elf...", she said in a mysterious tone.

"This is a group assembled from the best of the Aelosian elite groups. I brought them here for you to test them. I'm not included in this group. I'm not exactly in the mood of fighting this time. They're yours now, do with them whatever you want"

Ryudo had watched the echange of blows and throwing knifes, never moving from his spot in the doorway. He had thought about joining the fray but decided against. One main reaosn being he didn't know these people. But his intrest did pick up when the firearms. " Nice a nice pretty rifle but what do ya have for ground pounders like me?"

"Just wondering would you be able to swap the rounds in the rifle with HE tipped or PPH rounds?" Amber asks as she holds a pair of bullets in her hand. One of them with a silver color to it the other with a bright bloody red.

((Forgive me, but what are PPH rounds?))

"Yes, with a little bit of customizing -- which you're all allowed to do with your weapons -- you could modify the guns to fire whatever you prefer. The carbine can fire standard, HE, or AP rounds, in 5.56mm. Ditto for the rifle, but it's a 12.5mm. For the so-called ground pounders, the carbine is your standard issue, lest you chose something else. You're encouraged to specialize in something other than the basic carbine, and have extensive experience in everything else. There's assault shotguns, recoiless rifles, anti-material rifles, and a range of machine guns, all at least a generation advanced over what the grunts in the army are using." One said, motioning to the expansive gun case. "Pick one if you want."

The Agent left them to their own devices for a moment as he went over to look at the Aelosians.

"Are you going to stick around then, Commander? Pity you're not joining, with you, we could practically take over the world. Nevertheless, Four would probabaly enjoy seeing you." His voice dropped into a deadly tone. "The elf...is no longer within our ranks. As of yesterday, as far as we are concerned, she does not exist."

((Forgive me, but what are PPH rounds?))

"Yes, with a little bit of customizing -- which you're all allowed to do with your weapons -- you could modify the guns to fire whatever you prefer. The carbine can fire standard, HE, or AP rounds, in 5.56mm. Ditto for the rifle, but it's a 12.5mm. For the so-called ground pounders, the carbine is your standard issue, lest you chose something else. You're encouraged to specialize in something other than the basic carbine, and have extensive experience in everything else. There's assault shotguns, recoiless rifles, anti-material rifles, and a range of machine guns, all at least a generation advanced over what the grunts in the army are using." One said, motioning to the expansive gun case. "Pick one if you want."

The Agent left them to their own devices for a moment as he went over to look at the Aelosians.

"Are you going to stick around then, Commander? Pity you're not joining, with you, we could practically take over the world. Nevertheless, Four would probabaly enjoy seeing you." His voice dropped into a deadly tone. "The elf...is no longer within our ranks. As of yesterday, as far as we are concerned, she does not exist."

"I'll think about joining, Agent One, if you don't see any of these soldiers fitting for your team, I'll try to join, yet I think that the new generation must have a chance. Just try them out. About the elf, I understand, in some places and groups, there's not such things as failura, or personal views", the commander said the last words shaking her head in a soft manner, smiling.

((PPH is a Plasma Point Head round that has a sharp tip that injects a leathal does of plasma into the body that eats away at the person from the inside in a very painful manor. They were kept hidden for 5 years but even then only the best of the best got to use the rounds.))
IC:
Amber smirked and says "If the rifle can use the PPH type round it can be
one of the more feareed type of weapon. But I'd rather stick with a good C-22 Assault Sniper Rifle and it's wide aray of atachments."

((The C-22 has a the options of a 9mm rapid fire atachment, plasma launching system, grenage launcher, grapling hook, 100mm canester round but only one can be on at a time))

"They look like they're ready for a challenge. It is always an honor to see you, Commander." The Agent said with a bow of his head.

He moved back to pace before the assembled soldiers.

"What ever you want to use, you can use. You could use a rubber chicken if you wanted to." One took a moment to grin like he was remembering something amusing. "Alright, that just about does it for the ranged weapons. You'll be expected to be able to use each of these masterfully, but also to excercise strict restraint with their use. A lot of those coming in from the standard military seem to have trouble with not shooting into the shadows every time they hear footsteps. We never have gotten into a firefight that we could avoid, and I would like to keep it that way. Is everything understood?"

"They look like they're ready for a challenge. It is always an honor to see you, Commander." The Agent said with a bow of his head.

He moved back to pace before the assembled soldiers.

"What ever you want to use, you can use. You could use a rubber chicken if you wanted to." One took a moment to grin like he was remembering something amusing. "Alright, that just about does it for the ranged weapons. You'll be expected to be able to use each of these masterfully, but also to excercise strict restraint with their use. A lot of those coming in from the standard military seem to have trouble with not shooting into the shadows every time they hear footsteps. We never have gotten into a firefight that we could avoid, and I would like to keep it that way. Is everything understood?"

He looked over the knew rifle then shook his head. "Na I'll stick to mine out wepon, plus this old colt. Seen me throough some rough spots in the past and a good solid round it is to."

Amber nodded. "Yes sir," she says as she walks over to the weapon case and begens to look at each of them. Picking a few up and sholdering them looking through the sight one a few.

"Weapons are the easy part. When you get into electronic warfare later, it can get tough. But that's not my expertise. Three will take you through that later. Then, you can finally start blowing the crap out of things and each other. For now, there's vehicles." One said, motioning to a pair of reinforced steel doors behind him.

The massive doors creaked open, and an IFV rolled out, the treads protesting every inch they moved with a low clank. The vehicle halted a few feet behind One, and he walked the length of the IFV, tracing his finger along it's smooth profile.

"Here we have one of the two vehicles you'll be getting the most experience with. This is a C-5 IFV, as can plainly be seen. A single 20mm chain gun that can rip through soft targets with ease, and two banks of dumb rockets for anything harder. You've got an 12.5mm gun on each side in case you need them, too. IR, night vision, and magnetic vision ranges are in the sensor hub sunk into the turret. A driver and a commander/gunner are the standard crew, and it can hold 8 more soldiers in the back. This is going to be the heaviest vehicle you're probably ever going to use, unless we have a homeland conflict. As always, be careful with these, they can give good support fire, but they can't take on a platoon of tanks. There's also a few of these with the 12.5mm guns removed and the soldier's space replaced with command and control gear, if we have a larger than normal SpecForces team going in with us. You'll know these things inside and out by the time you're out of here, and you'll grow to love them, too."

"Weapons are the easy part. When you get into electronic warfare later, it can get tough. But that's not my expertise. Three will take you through that later. Then, you can finally start blowing the crap out of things and each other. For now, there's vehicles." One said, motioning to a pair of reinforced steel doors behind him.

The massive doors creaked open, and an IFV rolled out, the treads protesting every inch they moved with a low clank. The vehicle halted a few feet behind One, and he walked the length of the IFV, tracing his finger along it's smooth profile.

"Here we have one of the two vehicles you'll be getting the most experience with. This is a C-5 IFV, as can plainly be seen. A single 20mm chain gun that can rip through soft targets with ease, and two banks of dumb rockets for anything harder. You've got an 12.5mm gun on each side in case you need them, too. IR, night vision, and magnetic vision ranges are in the sensor hub sunk into the turret. A driver and a commander/gunner are the standard crew, and it can hold 8 more soldiers in the back. This is going to be the heaviest vehicle you're probably ever going to use, unless we have a homeland conflict. As always, be careful with these, they can give good support fire, but they can't take on a platoon of tanks. There's also a few of these with the 12.5mm guns removed and the soldier's space replaced with command and control gear, if we have a larger than normal SpecForces team going in with us. You'll know these things inside and out by the time you're out of here, and you'll grow to love them, too."

One straighened up and put away his katana and handed the knife back to Vora.

"As do I, but you still haven't learned to use a gun yet." He said with a grin, picking the carbine up again.

"I've been told there's a few snipers in here, yes?" Agent One began again, looking at Peter briefly. "For the long range specialists, there is the XSR-100. 14" armor penetration, 5x, 10x, and 15x optical scope settings, effective out to 2.2 klicks, ultra light composition, silencer attachments, 20 round clip, flash suppressor, everything you need in a sniper rifle."

Peter's face remained neutral...

"I'll stick with my WA2000. Ain't much out there that will stop a .300 WinMag. It's also nearly impossible to dodge, for all you Neo-Wannabees in here. Use an MMA round and you've got a confirmed kill, don't matter if they're in a vehicle, or wearing body armor..."

Zion works the action on his rifle, sending a red-tipped .300 WinMag flying from the weapon and into his hand. He holds it up for everyone to see...

"This thing is something of a smart-round. It stays hard going through metal and body armor, but expands 360 degrees when entering a person. There's no over-penetration."

Peter ejects the clip, sliding the round back into it, then he slaps it back into place with a sharp click.

"You got any SMG's?"

OOC:
The Mixed Metal Alloy round actually exsists. Peter's WA2000 looks similar to the 'Custom Rifle' from Hitman 2. I'll get ya'll a pic soon.
Cyberutopia, what caliber is your rifle?

((The XSR-100 is 12.5mm, aka .50 cal. There's also a compact version for urban fighting, the XCS-100 which is 7.62mm.))

"That's a nice rifle." One said with a grin. "I've heard good things about the WA2000."

((The XSR-100 is 12.5mm, aka .50 cal. There's also a compact version for urban fighting, the XCS-100, which is 7.62mm.))

"That's a nice rifle." One said with a grin. "And an even better bullet. I've heard good things about the WA2000. We thought of adopting it at one point, but we like to make our own weapons. That way we can keep them as flexible as required, always a good thing."

Amber smirkedd. Back home she was nicknamed "That bitch in the tank" because of her extrordinaly skills. In the war games she shared the record with Joshua and Phoenix for most kills and with Phoenix for longest shot. "Just wondering but are the dumb rockets 110mm? If so I have some of the best type of 110mm in my fighter," she says with a smirk ,"Plasma tipped heads. Anyways whats the top speed on one of these?"

"Nice stuff. We usually work with energy weapons, yet several of us still use projectiles based rifles", said the Reaper Exarch, a bulky guy like a wall of muscles. "And that vehicle looks tough enough, that could even withstand a barrage of laser fire

"The ones the army has go around 65 km/h. We modified these, though, and you can get up to around 80, 90 km/h. The rockets are 80mm HESH, but if you can rig the IFV up with your rockets, that'd be fine. I know how much Phalanixians love plasma, after all." One smirked.

One nodded towards the Reaper Exarch and turned from the C-5 back to the rest of the group. "Damn straight it can. Go ahead, shoot something at it."

He walked over to another one of the gun cases and pulled out a small, sleek weapon.

"CSMG-6 sub machine gun. A generation ahead of the army's stuff, and most other nations. You can rip a man to shreds with hollow point ammunition in this thing. 9mm, so it has good stopping power, and durable as hell. You can blow a hole in this thing and it'll keep working." The Agent said, taking a moment to throw the gun into the wall as hard as he could, opening a new crack.

One walked calmly over to the gun where it was jammed in the wall by it's barrel, yanked it out by the grip, and fired a shot into the air.

"Ok good. Just wondering aswell will we get to use tanks? And I don't realy like plasma I prefer the newer laser weapons that only the elites have and the HE rounds," Amber says as she pulls out a small pistol and smirks. "One of the latest in laser weapons," she says as she places it in a pouch in her armor.

"You're only going to get to use tanks if you're either very lucky, or very deep in the shit." One explained.

"Lets hope it is the very first one," Amber says with a smirk, "Can I take one for a test drive?"

Ryudo thought it best since everyone else was carry around their weapon, that he should as well. So walking over to a nearby stand he took out the case that held his field striped assult rifle.

What he had thought was standard issure was not, far from it in fact. This beast was the GT-199 the newest rifle the Wm speacial ops had to offer. it was fed onlt and 4mm round. But the round was casless and was sent out by a computer detonated antimatter propellent. Each chip held 40 of those rounds. The rifle came with a built in laser scope with up to 5x zoom power and computer targiting. That took into acount wind speed and direction.Though this could be taken off, which Ryudo did.

What made it a favorite of lead spewers thoug, was that it could be hooked up to a dual ammunition drum of 1000 rounds and with full rock and roll could creat a world of hurt. But Ryudo had only 6, 40 round clips and that was good for him. Firing was standard with single, three round burst and full auto. Some people woulkd say though that since it was so computerized that it wasn't a good field weapon. Well that was proven wrong when it was constructed out of high endurance alloys and plasics. And with every soldier knowing how to fix a problem with the weapon.

Once he had put it together he he loaded a clip and since it was computer fired he didn't need to load a round but he did put the safty on.

The Reaper Exarch smiled, looking at his Reaper missile launcher and placing it over his shoulder, as preparing it to fire. A slight movement of the Commander's head distracted him enough to put down the huge weapon. "Maybe the tank could withstand a plasma-tipped missile, yet we couldn't in this closed place, drop that thing, Reaper. If you want to test the tank with something, use a lasgun", said the woman using a tone of authority.

"Looks like a reliable gun, yet what about the stopping power and armor piercing capabilities of the 9mm rounds?", asked Fëlan, the Swooping Hawk commander, very interested in the SMG one was holding.

"Yes, you'll get to use the tanks. I get a sense you will like the 'Hats.'" One grinned and tossed the submachine gun into the air, catching it swiftly. "The stopping power is excellent, it'll stop a man dead. I wouldn't suggest trying to get through tank armor with a submachine gun any day, as armor penetration isn't something they're known for."

"I was talking about body armor, like the one I'm wearing", said the Exarch, smiling, placing a hand over his chest. "Some enemies can be very tough, even capable of withstanding enormous amounts of firepower. Ork Body armor, for example"

"Orcs, hm?" Agent One pondered, raising an eyebrow. "Should be able to get through most body armor -- synthetic or organic -- though you'd need a lot of rounds to put a dent in what I'm wearing. I don't know about Orcs, however, we've only encountered them once and no fire was exchanged."

"Never encountered an orc. Have encountered vampires, random demons, angels, and other beings except orcs," Amber says as she looks over another rifle

"That's a CA-MR-75. 20mm anti-material rifle. A very effective rifle, can blow out a tank's treads from 600m. Plasma rounds would probably work well with that." One explained, taking note of the rifle Amber was looking over.

"Those rifles could be equipped with plasma rounds?. Interesting. What about close combat weapons?. I'm talking about melee", said the Howling Banshee Exarch.

* He looked over the vast amout of weapons ass well seeing some other he could rely ot fall back on when his was out of ammunition. But he was interested in melee weapons as well. "Most anything can be used in melee I use a entrenching tool made with a sharpened edge for soft target. But I'm sure this group of boy and girl have somthing a little more high tech for us to use.

"Very imprssive," Amber says ,"But can it be used one handed and upsidedown. Just don't ask me why I would ask."

Vora spoke. "I am surpised I haven' seen any TAR-7s or TSFARs-8s yet but they seem to be mainly an Teritoran, Tordoran and an few others weapon I guess. If I was to use an gun I would use an TSFAR-8. Personally though, if your in an sitation that you have to use an gun, your've comprimed if not failed the mission unless your conducting an perpisable assault that the enemy knows your coming and you can't sneak in and kill them all silently."

"Amber, there's no need for me to ask, such is to be expected. Yes, you will be able to use it one handed and upside down. Anyway, that is an observation that brings me to the next thing." Said One, nodding to Vora. "We always try not to be seen and kill no one. If we must kill someone, we do it silently without firearms. If there is no other option than a firefight, we obliterate everything. Rarely do we use firearms, it's all about melee. And this brings me to the next point, and will answer your question." He nodded towards the Howling Banshee Exarch. "First and foremost, there's katanas. Most of us here use katanas as our main melee weapon, made by masters of the craft, then refined with lasers."

He unsheathed the katana from his back and held it before him, an unimaginably thin blade tinted black.

"If katanas don't suit you, wakizashis are available, as are combat claws, butterfly knives, and basically any other weapon imaginable." He told the group.

Ambe smiled and says "Good I thought I wouldn't get to play with knives." She then removes the knives from her armor and smirks

"Those katanas looks fine, they're good for slicing, and piercing as well", said the Exarch as the visor of her helmet fixed the image of the edge and examined it. "I'm fairly skilled in the use of light two handed swords, like a no-dachi, If something like is out there. I'll take one".

Vora smiled secretly, she never lacked weapons for close combat or quietly killing people. Then there was the drug and posion kit, with an wide varity of untracable and in many cases undetable poisons and drugs.

Ryudo turned to the one the called Amber. "You are somthin' fierce and distrubing Miss. No offence do to present company though."

ooc:I''ll be out till late sunday.

"Well I was trained by a vampire, a half-vampire super solder, and a half-demon super solder and I went through combat sims of the horifyingly graphic second civil war. Don't expect anything less of me aswell becuase I was trained that only the strrong can outlast the heard," Amber says "And just call me Amber."

Vora shrugged. "Reserve judgement I will. See what you do and how you handle real mission I will. But should be intresting it shall."

"Your choice," Amber says as she places the knives back on her armor and goes back to looking over the rifles

Vora shrugged. "Demons, vampires, dragons and other such things don't impress me. True quailty of training and an persons mettle will come out during an mission."

"Try watching people around you die from an invisable enemy and actualy strike most of them down with only a knife and come out of it sane," Amber says

Vora spoke. "Hmm sounds like Teritoran behind the scenes politics to me, the silent war with all the Nikja, RSC and Hartori. I spend 20 years fighting enemies I couldn't always see or hear, where death came without any sound and were an single dagger or sword scrach would be instant death or one might silently lose ones head or be disbowled. I killed my first person by 8 years of age. I can't judge sanity since I am an raised from birth to kill people and protect the king even if it means an sea of blood of those who get in the way."

One grinned inwardly. Vora, the one he had single out as the arrogant one, was turning out to be the smarter of them all. There was a lot to her yet to be seen.

"Enough." He stated firmly with a wave of the hand. "So, Vora can't stand guns, that's alright, though it'll be a handicap in the final decision. However, is anyone here incapable of wielding melee weapons expertly? That will be one of the deciding factors. If we can get through this, tanks come next, along with sparring. The fun part, in other terms."

Zion, who has been following silently up to this point, chimes in...

"By 'expertly handle', you mean able to kill someone in a quick and efficent manner? I ain't gonna stab someone twelve times, flip my knife around, and saw their head off, so if that's 'expert handling' then I guess I'm no 'expert handler' of said melee weapons..."

So far, Peter had only seen the others boast about their training and expeirences, something he didn't really care about or have any desire to hear. It reminded him of small children, arguing over who was the older one, adding that damned 'and a half' to their age to come out on top.

"By expertly handle, I mean able to slit someone's throat silently and move on within a few seconds, or if you're so ineffeicient to accomplish that, at least cut the trigger of their gun off before finishing them neatly. Against a trained opponent with a sword, I want you to be able to dispatch them within three blows in under a half minute, with the least blood spilled. I hate messes." One responded curtly. "I'm not running a terror squad here."

Peter crossed his arms across his chest...

"I can get behind someone, cut their throat and sever the connecting tissue between their bicep and forearm in around two seconds. As for a guy with a sword, I'd just shoot him. It'd be a headshot which wouldn't have much external bleeding."

OOC: Severing the connective tissue between the bicep and forearm renders everything below the bicep useless. Same thing works with the back of the knee. I can TG everyone a basic specops knife fighting guide if they want it.

Vora spoke calmly. "You have to be careful about shoting people in the head, head shots tend to be inherently messy with peices of skull and brain splattering everywhere. Also as the Prince of Ebolia found out when he was losing and tried to shot the Teritoran Royal champian at close range during their sword duel, if the person your shoting at has the right protection even if it doesn't look it, you will not kill the person you shot. That means they can raise an alarm or try to kill you before you can try something else."

"There's inherent problems with guns that make them less than desireable against sword wielding oppponents. First of all, you can miss. Not to mention that swords have unlimited ammo. With a headshot, if you're just a little off, you can consider yourself the next abstract artist, with all the blood on the wall."

Amber smirked. She lvoed swords, blades, hell anything that required a grace that was almost like a dance. As she placed dthe other gun back she started dlooking over her knives. Since the three were designed from nano-tech she activated the comand for them to merge into a sleak sword.

"Mmrm. Interesting." One Muttered as he observed the three knives morph into some form of sword.

Vora noted silently. Nanotech Amber might have an problem if she had to ever deal with Tordoran forces. They were techological wizards with all sorts of of weaponary, skill and varied knowlage for messing with anything electronic, computers, cybernetic or robotic in nature.

"It is a nano system I use sometimes but I prefer the old way of hand to hand combat like my teacher tought me. He once was enticed by electronics and technology but now after he was killed and brought back then turned he only uses it when carrying his equipment. Besides he could move undectected through a base on high alert with his training," Amber says with a smirk.

"Hopefully he passed on such talents to you."

"He did mostly. But I"m more human than him so his talents came naturaly, and he used telekentics a lot to snap necks of gaurds while he hacked into a computer," Amber says with a laugh, "But he did teach me how to use simple telekentics for things like distractions."

((I honestly have no idea of where to go from here...))

Vora spoke calmly. "You have to be careful about shoting people in the head, head shots tend to be inherently messy with peices of skull and brain splattering everywhere. Also as the Prince of Ebolia found out when he was losing and tried to shot the Teritoran Royal champian at close range during their sword duel, if the person your shoting at has the right protection even if it doesn't look it, you will not kill the person you shot. That means they can raise an alarm or try to kill you before you can try something else."

Zion doesn't shift, he simply shakes his head. This bitch had no idea who she was talking to about firearms use...

"You seem to know a lot for someone who don't use guns. If I put a .40 in his eye, he won't be getting up. I'm a f**kin' sniper, I precision shoot for a living, I know how to kill people with various types of body armor and ballistic protection. Fancy sword techniques and overly flashy moves will get you shot, I've seen it a dozen times. Most of the time, I've been the one doing the shooting."

He turns to One...

"What's next? We could have a f**kin' trapeeze contest and I wouldn't blink an eye at this point..."

Peter was again frustrated with the over-powered people he'd been dealing with. Most of the time it seemed like they where pulling stuff out of their asses just to try to intimidate the others...

OOC: This is the exact reason I left that wank-fest shentavo acadamy.

OOC:Huh?

((I know MS, I hate it when this happens. We need to move on.))

After much silent and patient listening Blaine finally begins to speak now shouldering a multitude of weaponry, "Though I do find this banter and bragging interesting, no offense, but I feel we may want to learn why we are here and less about why we were sent here maybe? If not I'll be sitting down in that chair until then."

And be begins walking towards the chair.

One nodded at Blaine before speaking. "You're here because the Agents, the driving force behind every piece of intelligence and every black ops mission is down to half strength. We lost several in the civil war, and...for other reasons. I wouldn't suggest snooping around trying to find out why our numbers are so few, as we will stop you. Perhaps you will find out after time, if you get in. Now, you must be tired from your travels. The actual trials will begin tomorrow."