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ooc: First of all like the other matrix RP this is only based on the matrix, not the video game of movie story. So you can't be a movie or video game character. Also, for certain purposes I will be playing the 3 agents so my main character will die early in the RP. You can only have 1 character. The Isis is a rebelion ship and someone will have to be the captain, and people are also needed to be other crew members. Now lets begin.

"I wonder if the machines can smell?" said Tom as he waved goodbye to Zion, the Isis had just taken off and it had a new captain. Tom was a skinny man with blond hair and red eyes. He always wore pink socks with his blood type on them just incase the machines attacked before he could flick the EMP. Tom was pretty paranoid because a sentinel (robot squid) had sliced off his legs with a laser. Tom looked down at his wheel chair and sighed. "Dam computers! I was always a paper and pen man myself :cry: ".

Sean walked him, tapping the metal tubes as he went. He heard the last bit of Tom's little monolouge.

"Ha, I hear ya Tom."

Sean had been a former free human who had watched his family get torn apart by the early invasion of the machines. He had quickly joined a rebellion movment that had put him in cryo sleep. Now, he had no memory of any events before his waking, all he knew was that it was his mission to destroy the machines in any way possible. Sean had an easy-going nature, trying to make firends with everyone, even though sometimes, his efforts were in vain. Sean was an odd character to be sure, he was a cynical, non-religious type who had a single line that he repeated like a mantra. I'm not going to die, I'm going to find out if I was ever alive Aside from Sean's quirks, he was an excellent gunner and a master of almost every weapon available to him while plugged in.

Sean walked him, tapping the metal tubes as he went. He heard the last bit of Tom's little monolouge.

"Ha, I hear ya Tom."

Sean had been a former free human who had watched his family get torn apart by the early invasion of the machines. He had quickly joined a rebellion movment that had put him in cryo sleep. Now, he had no memory of any events before his waking, all he knew was that it was his mission to destroy the machines in any way possible. Sean had an easy-going nature, trying to make firends with everyone, even though sometimes, his efforts were in vain. Sean was an odd character to be sure, he was a cynical, non-religious type who had a single line that he repeated like a mantra. I'm not going to die, I'm going to find out if I was ever alive Aside from Sean's quirks, he was an excellent gunner and a master of almost every weapon available to him while plugged in.

Tom turned around looking almost embarished. "Hey Sean, I didn't hear you coming". Tom wheeled himself over to Sean "Rumer has it that some Sentinels down by were Seatle was completly destroyed a hover craft. I guess the EMP woudn't go off, but the Set was always a crappy ship. If the machines in the real world didn't get it some agents would".

"Yeah, I hear ya, the Set really needed a good mechanic and an overhual. Too bad though, they were a good crew. We'll get those machine bastards someday. As for the agents, what we really need is a good virus to infect them, but I'm no master electric boy so I have no idea how that could be done. There will be a day where we have effectual weapons and we'll take the fight to those bastards. Hey, where's our tech boy, I could use some training before my next insertion."

"I have no idea were he is, but I really feel an urge to stretch my virtual legs" replied Tom as he spit in a tin can lying in the corner.

ooc: Next crew member has to be Tech guy

OOC: Hell, it's late and I don't feel like staying on here with nothing to do...

IC:

The third crew member, a man known as Jack Bray, sat silently in the corner of the engine room, fiddling with a home-made knife. He was one of those movie-star-looking guys, great hair, personality, and smile. A lady's man, if you will. Usually flamboyant and cocky, Jack was unusually silent for some reason.

Since his first taste of rule-bending psuedo-reality in the Matrix, he was addicted, like a teenager to a video game. He spent hours on end in the training programs, and in the Matrix itself, honing his skills. A thrill-seeker, the adrenaline rush from vaulting across a street thrity stories up in the Jump program gave Jack a euphoric feeling, more so than any drug could.

This adrenaline addiction was a hazard to himself & the rest of the crew, as Jack would never back down from a fight, even when facing an Agent. He'd stared death in the face twice already, and won both of the high-stakes staring contests. He'd escaped from certain doom, if only by the skin of his teeth...

OOC: As a side note, in the typical RP circuit, Jack applied for the role of Neo in the Matrix films, but obviously lost the part to Keanu Reeves. For more useless info, check Dregruk's Character Acrhive.

OOC: Hell, it's late and I don't feel like staying on here with nothing to do...

IC:

The third crew member, a man known as Jack Bray, sat silently in the corner of the engine room, fiddling with a home-made knife. He was one of those movie-star-looking guys, great hair, personality, and smile. A lady's man, if you will. Usually flamboyant and cocky, Jack was unusually silent for some reason.

Since his first taste of rule-bending psuedo-reality in the Matrix, he was addicted, like a teenager to a video game. He spent hours on end in the training programs, and in the Matrix itself, honing his skills. A thrill-seeker, the adrenaline rush from vaulting across a street thrity stories up in the Jump program gave Jack a euphoric feeling, more so than any drug could.

This adrenaline addiction was a hazard to himself & the rest of the crew, as Jack would never back down from a fight, even when facing an Agent. He'd stared death in the face twice already, and won both of the high-stakes staring contests. He'd escaped from certain doom, if only by the skin of his teeth...

OOC: As a side note, in the typical RP circuit, Jack applied for the role of Neo in the Matrix films, but obviously lost the part to Keanu Reeves. For more useless info, check Dregruk's Character Acrhive.

Tom realized that Jack was in the engine room playing around with a knife and wheeled over to him. "Yo Jack, insert me and Sean into a training program before the new captain introduces himself". Tom was able to climb onto the chair (ooc: keep inmind that Tom has no legs) although it took him 5 min. "Hey Sean, you up for some training?" yelled Tom. He secretly hoped that they would Jack into the Matrix today, although he didn't have the guts to tell the other guys. He in general though tit would ruin his reputation as a Machine hater

ooc: We need the captain of the Isis now although the Isis will still have room for more crew mates.

The tin can reads "Tech convention 1999"

ooc: I don't want to be in this RP, i was just bored. Have fun

Jack stood, flipping the knife around & into his right boot. He hoped the Isis had an operator, he hated sitting outside & watching the action when he knew he could be in the middle of it.

He flopped down into the operators' chair, tapping a series of prepatory commands into the computer. It struck him as ironic that the very things that tried to kill them on a regular basis where what they relied on to fight back...

"Aight, stumpy... Hold on..."

Jack dismounted the chair, and moved to slide the cable into the back of his fellow crewmember's head, using his most recent nickname...

"Aight, homes... Mosey on over here an' I'll jack ya in..."

Jack shouted to the other guy...

'Sean, ain't it?'

Jack was the kind of person who never called anyone by their actual name. Everyone he knew had some sort of alias or AKA that he called them by. He waited, cable in hand, for his next victim...

Jack stood, flipping the knife around & into his right boot. He hoped the Isis had an operator, he hated sitting outside & watching the action when he knew he could be in the middle of it.

He flopped down into the operators' chair, tapping a series of prepatory commands into the computer. It struck him as ironic that the very things that tried to kill them on a regular basis where what they relied on to fight back...

"Aight, stumpy... Hold on..."

Jack dismounted the chair, and moved to slide the cable into the back of his fellow crewmember's head, using his most recent nickname...

"Aight, homes... Mosey on over here an' I'll jack ya in..."

[iJack shouted to the other guy...

'Sean, ain't it?'

Jack was the kind of person who never called anyone by their actual name. Everyone he knew had some sort of alias or AKA that he called them by. He waited, cable in hand, for his next victim...[/i]

Tom got impatient and decided to start a training program without Sean. "Why must you call me that" mumbled Tom. Tom regrted saying that considering that sometimes Tom would threaten to insert the pole dancing chip. "Put in the agent training program, version 2". Version 2 was a new mode for the agent training programing that let different people jack into it at will. Suddenly Tom's eyes flickered as he found himself walking through a crowded out door market place. Although this was a training program Tom liked to use the same wardrobe that he wore in the matrix which was a silver dress suit and a red tie. A little flashy but it took attention off the fact the he was walking around with an AK-47. "Dam I love this sh*t" said Tom as he looked down at his legs. Suddenly people started falling to the ground as if they were dieing instantly, then Tom realized that they where. "Crap, no one told me that this new agent training version had police snipers. Tom pulled out his gun and took cover behind a hot dog stand. "Dam!". Tom pulled out his cell "I need some back up Jack, and I don't give a dam who it is" "Bam!" His cellphone serperated into 20 peaces as the sniper shot it out of his hand. Tom could feel bullets wizz past his head.

ooc: boy am I bored, well you got me hooked.

"Get down!" yelled The sniper, he had a glass eye.

Tom stood up and as he began to run an agent appeared. Although it was a simulation agent it was still pretty creapy. "Eat this!" yelled Tom as he put the barrel to the agents forehead and fired. The agent would be back soonand that police sniper was still out there.

(OOC: Mind if ya'll have a fourth member? If yes just TG me or something)

(OOC: Mind if ya'll have a fourth member? If yes just TG me or something)

OOC: Sure, we have room.

(OOC: Mind if ya'll have a fourth member? If yes just TG me or something)

OOC: Sure, we have room and we also still need an operator and a captain.

OOC: p.s.

Sorry about the double post, my comp messed up.

I wanna join, but I don't like the cheap "egyptian Goddess" name ripoff. You can name the ship ANYTHING, be more creative, not all Matrix ships are named after gods.

I wanna join, but I don't like the cheap "egyptian Goddess" name ripoff. You can name the ship ANYTHING, be more creative, not all Matrix ships are named after gods.

ooc: sorry, this is my first RP thread so some things might be a little corny but thanks for letting me know.

oh and I don't like everyone's names. (Just pointing out why other people might not want to join...)

OOC: Jack's name serves a dual meaning, but I honestly don't care what you think. I've always thought that the hacker AKA's like Apoc & Mouse where pretty corny. I find it somewhat refreshing.

Hell, Tom's AKA can be Stumpy... :lol:

IC:

Jack's fingers played across the keys, sending an LAW system to a nearby dry-cleaners...

"I dropped some extra heat in the DC across the street. Use that fancy-ass backflipping bullshit & you should come out fine..."

As an afterthought, Jack inserted an AMT M1911A1 Hardballer on top of the LAW case. He smirked slightly as his weapon of choice appeared on top of the green wooden crate...

OOC: Jack's name serves a dual meaning, but I honestly don't care what you think. I've always thought that the hacker AKA's like Apoc & Mouse where pretty corny. I find it somewhat refreshing.

Hell, Tom's AKA can be Stumpy... :lol:

IC:

Jack's fingers played across the keys, sending an LAW system to a nearby dry-cleaners...

"I dropped some extra heat in the DC across the street. Use that fancy-ass backflipping bullshit & you should come out fine..."

As an afterthought, Jack inserted an AMT M1911A1 Hardballer on top of the LAW case. He smirked slightly as his weapon of choice appeared on top of the green wooden crate...

OOC: Stumpy is fine by me.

IC: Tom looked both ways and ran for the street. "This better work" said Tom as he did a triple back flip and landed on the roof of a car. "Going somewhere?" said the agent as he kicked open the car door and aimed his gun at Tom. Tom quickly jumped off the car and made a run for the DC. Tom got to the door and blew off the handle with his AK-47. Then he saw the Hardballer and picked it up. Tom pulled out his cell phone again. "Jack, I got away from the sniper but that agent is on my tale. I need an exit fast". Tom braced himself for anything the agent might pull.

ooc: excuse my lack of weaponry but how does a hard baller work?

OOC: Jack's name serves a dual meaning, but I honestly don't care what you think. I've always thought that the hacker AKA's like Apoc & Mouse where pretty corny. I find it somewhat refreshing.

Hell, Tom's AKA can be Stumpy... :lol:

IC:

Jack's fingers played across the keys, sending an LAW system to a nearby dry-cleaners...

"I dropped some extra heat in the DC across the street. Use that fancy-ass backflipping bullshit & you should come out fine..."

As an afterthought, Jack inserted an AMT M1911A1 Hardballer on top of the LAW case. He smirked slightly as his weapon of choice appeared on top of the green wooden crate...

OOC: Stumpy is fine by me.

IC: Tom looked both ways and ran for the street. "This better work" said Tom as he did a triple back flip and landed on the roof of a car. "Going somewhere?" said the agent as he kicked open the car door and aimed his gun at Tom. Tom quickly jumped off the car and made a run for the DC. Tom got to the door and blew off the handle with his AK-47. Then he saw the Hardballer and picked it up. Tom pulled out his cell phone again. "Jack, I got away from the sniper but that agent is on my tale. I need an exit fast". Tom braced himself for anything the agent might pull.

ooc: excuse my lack of weaponry but how does a hard baller work?


The tin can is still in the hovercraft, dun dun dun..

OOC: A Hardballer is a handgun, a stainless steel version of the classic Colt M1911A1 that fires the same .45 caliber ACP round as its technological clone. LAW stands for Light Antitank Weapon. Think one-shot rocket launcher and you've got the idea.

IC:

Jack shook his head in disgust...

"Blow his bitch-ass up! What do you think I gave you the f**kin' LAW for?"

As a precaution, Jack keyed in an exit...

"Get to the pay phone in the back of the DC if you miss..."

Jack finished the exit coding...

"Scratch that, if you miss, I'm shooting you myself when you get back."

Jack, AKA Hardballer, reclined in the battered chair...

OOC: I'll use his merc callsign as his 'hacker' name if it makes anyone feel better.

OOC: A Hardballer is a handgun, a stainless steel version of the classic Colt M1911A1 that fires the same .45 caliber ACP round as its technological clone. LAW stands for Light Antitank Weapon. Think one-shot rocket launcher and you've got the idea.

IC:

Jack shook his head in disgust...

"Blow his bitch-ass up! What do you think I gave you the f**kin' LAW for?"

As a precaution, Jack keyed in an exit...

"Get to the pay phone in the back of the DC if you miss..."

Jack finished the exit coding...

"Scratch that, if you miss, I'm shooting you myself when you get back."

Jack, AKA Hardballer, reclined in the battered chair...

OOC: I'll use his merc callsign as his 'hacker' name if it makes anyone feel better.

"Here goes notta" mumbled Tom as he fired his weapon mutiple times, yet to Toms dismay it only stunned the agent. "Die!" roared bill as be emptied the entire weapon. Flames and rubble were everywhere but as the smoke cleared Tom could see the agents dead body, not to mention the building begining to fall apart. Tom made a run for a door with a glowing red exit sign. His eyes flickered and Tom woke up in The Isis. Suddenly Tom began to shout "Boy that was great! I can't wait to kill a real agent!"

OOC: A Hardballer is a handgun, a stainless steel version of the classic Colt M1911A1 that fires the same .45 caliber ACP round as its technological clone. LAW stands for Light Antitank Weapon. Think one-shot rocket launcher and you've got the idea.

IC:

Jack shook his head in disgust...

"Blow his bitch-ass up! What do you think I gave you the f**kin' LAW for?"

As a precaution, Jack keyed in an exit...

"Get to the pay phone in the back of the DC if you miss..."

Jack finished the exit coding...

"Scratch that, if you miss, I'm shooting you myself when you get back."

Jack, AKA Hardballer, reclined in the battered chair...

OOC: I'll use his merc callsign as his 'hacker' name if it makes anyone feel better.

"Here goes notta" mumbled Tom as he fired his weapon mutiple times, yet to Toms dismay it only stunned the agent. "Die!" roared bill as be emptied the entire weapon. Flames and rubble were everywhere but as the smoke cleared Tom could see the agents dead body, not to mention the building begining to fall apart. Tom made a run for a door with a glowing red exit sign. His eyes flickered and Tom woke up in The Isis. Suddenly Tom began to shout "Boy that was great! I can't wait to kill a real agent!"

OOC: and when he goes out the exit he goes to the phone booth

well shit. I had a post lined up but the forum decided not to work on me. And I got home late today. Sorry guys, i wanted in on that, but oh well. I'll be in on whatever is next.

well shit. I had a post lined up but the forum decided not to work on me. And I got home late today. Sorry guys, i wanted in on that, but oh well. I'll be in on whatever is next.

OOC: it's fine, feel free to start the next thing. And dam! We still need a cpatain and an operator.

(OOC: Isn't Jack the operator since he's working the comps?)

Balinor AKA "Klick" in game for his accuracy and his sniper skills and "Captain" because he was the commander of the ship, awoke from a terrible nightmare. In it he dreamed that the machines had penetrated through into Zion and were massacring the humans, eliminating the last resistance towards their rule. Burying his head in his hands, Balinor groaned.

As one of the oldest soldier in the human resistance, Balinor was an experienced fighter having fought for nearly his entire life against the machines. He was widely regarded as the best captain and his crew, the best crew. Taking pride in this fact, Balinor had stayed with his crew, declining every single promotion.

Now staggering up from his bed, Balinor walked slowly into the control room. Seeing "Hardballer" sitting in the chair at the console, Balinor walked up behind him and placed a hand on the back of the chair. Nodding towards the screens, Balinor said, "What's going on Jack?"

Not waiting for an answer, Balinor continued to watch the screen.

"This gotta be a bitch... Tom has his hands full with that agent... That LAW's not gonna help a single bit..."

Balinor whistled when Tom shot the agent.

"Damn that was lucky... Tom's gotten good at this shit..."

He continued to watch as Tom slowly walked towards the booth and exited the network. Walking over to Tom's seated form, Balinor waited until Tom came out of the system and pulled back the cord. Helping Tom up, Balinor said, "You've done good, kid..."

"Not too bad Tom. I mkinda missed call so I got to watch you almost get your ass kicked by those agents. Lucky shot with the LAW there, but next time, we shouldn't load random weapons, it won't be of any help when we can't do that in the Matrix. Hey klick, how have things been?.

Lucky shot with the LAW there, but next time, we shouldn't load random weapons, it won't be of any help when we can't do that in the Matrix.

OOC: I'd rather not sit back & watch the action.

IC:

Jack shrugs...

"Hey, if I'd have been in there, I would've clocked the stupid muthaf**ka, while Stumpy ran like a Russian racehorse, then followed him out. Since I wasn't there, I sent the next best thing: Some explosive ordinance. You gotta think less like a hard-ass general & more like a kid with a Playstation. When in doubt, blow shit up."

Jack stepped out of the chair, drawing his knife to fiddle with again...

"This thing got any offensive guns?"

"That was fun but we need some real action" said Tom as he wheeled over to the corner. Suddenly one of the screens began to grow fuzzy and faded into an audio transmition. "This is Orpheo, captain of the Hydra-12" said the voice "A few hours ago we sent two of are men, Glitch and Hack, into the Matrix to pick up a package from the crew of The Set. Although the Set was destroyed my men were able to obtain the package. The package contained a virus created from the same technology that was used to create the Matrix, if we can get are hands on it we might be able to use it against agents and perhaps even the machines them selves. Unfortunatly some new upgraded agents got hold of the package and took out Glitch and Hack. If you get this message you must jack into the Matrix and find the package. We know for a fact that it has been locked up in a high security bank and-" Suddenly the message ended. Tom held back a smile, "Lets go kick some agent ass!".

OOC: We still need an operator

"Yeah, we've got guns. 4 chain guns mounted in left-right, top-botton rear positions, plus the EMP cannon and a few smaller side-rail guns. That's pretty much it. I heard a rumor a while back the the egg-heads in zion were trying to come up with a gun that can shoot EMP bullets, wouldn't that be fun?"


"Hey, some action, get me in on this!"

Jack seated himself in one of the jack-in chairs...

"Someone else's turn to play switchboard ho, I'm killin' somethin' 'fore the day's out."

OOC: whats with all are weard signatures? Like "The forum keeps crashing"

Jack seated himself in one of the jack-in chairs...

"Someone else's turn to play switchboard ho, I'm killin' somethin' 'fore the day's out."

Tom rolled his eyes. Jack always complained about not getting enough action. "Hold on Jack, this seems like a tough mission, just sit your ass down for a second". Tom grabbed Jack's knife and tossed it right at Sean, it stuck in the wall, Sean could feel it against his neck. "God times, good times..".

OOC: We need an operator desperatly!

OOC: Automate the thing. That way everyone's happy.

Unless this tub has wood paneling, you aren't going to be able to lodge a steel knife in steel plating by throwing it. I'll RP that it dropped to the floor, as he simply flung it across the room in a fit of rage or something like that.

IC:

Jack simply entended his middle finger in Tom's direction...

"Touch my knife again an' I'll shove it up your legless ass..."

Jack stands...

"You should know good an' well what I'm capable of, I was a f**kin' Delta before I got yanked. Hell, I might have shot at you an' homes over there a few times in the past when ya'll got too sloppy an' they called in the Army's best to deal with ya'll."

With a look of anger in Tom's direction, Jack picks his shiv up off of the metal floor. He seats himself in the chair again...

"I say we use that prototype automated operator doohicky-thingie that those eggheads came up with a few months back. It don't talk to ya, but it gets ya in an' it gets ya out. That way we don't waste personell on getting entry & exit points."

OOC: Automate the thing. That way everyone's happy.

Unless this tub has wood paneling, you aren't going to be able to lodge a steel knife in steel plating by throwing it. I'll RP that it dropped to the floor, as he simply flung it across the room in a fit of rage or something like that.

IC:

Jack simply entended his middle finger in Tom's direction...

"Touch my knife again an' I'll shove it up your legless ass..."

Jack stands...

"You should know good an' well what I'm capable of, I was a f**kin' Delta before I got yanked. Hell, I might have shot at you an' homes over there a few times in the past when ya'll got too sloppy an' they called in the Army's best to deal with ya'll."

With a look of anger in Tom's direction, Jack picks his shiv up off of the metal floor. He seats himself in the chair again...

"I say we use that prototype automated operator doohicky-thingie that those eggheads came up with a few months back. It don't talk to ya, but it gets ya in an' it gets ya out. That way we don't waste personell on getting entry & exit points."

Tom looked pissed. "Delta? I was fighting in Nam while you were still suckin on your momas titty!" Tom wheeled over to the control panel and inserted the automatic operator chip, then he wheeled over to one of the chairs. The chip took a min. too load but then it made a beeping sound and they all jacked in. The whole group found themselves in a gas station bathroom about a block away from the bank. Tom was thinking about how goo dhe looked in his suit before he snapped out of it and pulled out his Kimber .45 auto (A handgun generaly used bye the LAPD swat unit). That was his favorite weapon and he had taken out a Agent in close range with it.

Balinor sighed at the idiocy of his new crew members. Walking over, Balinor pulled the two close by their collars. In a low menacing voice, Balinor said, "Now you sonuvabitches, get to work, or I'll personally castrate both of you."

Pushing them forward, Balinor pointed at the automated operator. "I don't trust that bastard machine, so I'll stay behind. Now you children don't get yourselves killed in the Matrix. Now prepare your jacks and get the hell in that Matrix."

Turning around, Balinor walked over to the operator's seat and sat down. His hands flying over the keyboard as he prepared for the jacking in of his crew members. Swiveling the chair around, Balinor glared at the rest of the crew.

"What are you sonuvabitches waiting for!?! Jack the hell in!"

The group appeared in the gas station bathroom quite suddenly. Sean looked at his comrades amusedly as they shifted about the cramped bathroom.

"right guys. I'm out of here."

Sean walked out of the bathroom and into the small store, he grabbed a small bag of ships and threw a few coins over the attendent.

"You guys can keep having your sausage fest in there if you want, but I'm off to go kick some agent ass." He turned to the attendent "Coming sexy?" The attendent gave Sean a suprised/confused look and turned away. Sean laughed and walked out into the open station, and hopped into the car that he had programed in, a Ferrari F50 superturbo. He flicked the keys on and the car roared to life. "Okay, I've got room for one more of you idiots, who wants in?"

The group appeared in the gas station bathroom quite suddenly. Sean looked at his comrades amusedly as they shifted about the cramped bathroom.

"right guys. I'm out of here."

Sean walked out of the bathroom and into the small store, he grabbed a small bag of ships and threw a few coins over the attendent.

"You guys can keep having your sausage fest in there if you want, but I'm off to go kick some agent ass." He turned to the attendent "Coming sexy?" The attendent gave Sean a suprised/confused look and turned away. Sean laughed and walked out into the open station, and hopped into the car that he had programed in, a Ferrari F50 superturbo. He flicked the keys on and the car roared to life. "Okay, I've got room for one more of you idiots, who wants in?"

"Hold your horses" wined Tom as he ran over to the car and hopped into the passenger seat. "But what about Jack?"

"Jack's got his own car, at least last time I checked he did. Or we can try to fit him in the trunk, either one would be fine with me."

Sean turned to Jack, walking off towards the side of the station, "Hey! Jack, you got that Humvee revamped, didn't you? We might be able to use the armor"

OOC: There was a 'Nam in the Matrix?

Delta Force: US Army's Counter-Terror unit. Most notable action in Mogadishu, Somalia.

Last time I checked the LAPD SWAT used a Springfield M1911A1 with a few modifications such as a beleveled magazine well, match-grade barrel, etc. This may have changed in the past few years, but I've always known Kimber as a maker of custom defense pistols & other expensive stuff.

IC:

Jack simply flicked the pair off with both hands. He snapped once, causing a black Yamaha R6 to appear. Next to it was a set of AMT M1911A1 Hardballers, a stainless-steel plated M92 Berretta, as well as Jack's custom-made leather holster system. The rig held a handgun at the right hip, one at the lower back and another under the right shoulder. Opposite the shoulder holster was a KA-BAR combat knife with a black rubber handle. A pair of throwing knives hung under it. Jack shrugged into his holster rig, pulling an expensive-looking leather trenchcoat with black silk lining over it. The final touch was an MP5SD5 with a dual Ready-Mag strapped across his chest. The holster rig held seven-round .45 ACP clips, thirty-round 9x19mm parabellum clips, and fifteen-round 9x19mm parabellum clips.

As a precaution, Jack pulled the black full-face helmet over his head, then sped off after the others...

OOC: I'm going to assume the Yamaha R6 is a bike, cause I'm not familiar with it.

Sean looked back and saw Jack some speeding up on his right.
"Nice bike there, lets see if it can keep up."
Sean threw his head back and laughed, then hit the gas. The Ferrari sped ahead.


OOC: We are going to need the operator warn us of agent activity some time in near future for this to go anywhere.

Balinor grunted as he watched his crew members milling around in the Matrix. Groaning at their inactivity, Balinor keyed his comlink, "calling" Jack.

"God damn't, pick up you boggarts..."

ooc: ok then, I will speed things up a bit, lol.

IC: Tom sighed, he felt pretty bored just sitting their. Suddenly he caught site of the bank and hopped out as Sean stopped the car. "It's show time" said Tom as he pulled out his Kimber. Tom could really take charge when he had to. "I'll take the roof, Sean..You move on through the bank. And when Jack gets here tell him go through the back door. Well all meet outside the bank once we get the package".



Sean called out to Tom but it was too late, Tom had already ran to the other side of the bank and pulled out a grapling hook from his coat pocket. He also carried a flash grenade with him just incase. Tom swung the hook and it lachted to the top of the building. "Freeze ass hole!" yelled A bank gaurd armed with a TT .45, as Tom climbed onto the roof. There was another security gaurd armed with a tazor. Suddenly Tom did a cresent kick and knocked the TT.45 out of the gaurds hand. Then He thrusted his other fist into the gairds chest which sent the gaurd flying into his parter. Tom ran over to the stair case right as the tazor fell to the ground. When it came to speed Tom was the best ( Ironic has he has no legs in real life). "Shame, didn't even get to use my Kimber"

"Well shit." Thought Sean. "Nice moves there buttercup. Now, you actually wanna go in there and get something done or do you want to play karate kid all day up there.?"

Sean walked up the door pulled out a small pick. Within seconds, the door was open and waiting for them. Sean walked right in. "Now see, that wasn't that hard to do." Sean pulled out a piece of paper and some tape. He wrote jack, you got bitched. use the back, we'll meet for the package Sean then taped it to the door and wandered on inside.


"Hey Balinor, where the hell am I supposed to go?"

OOC: I'm gunna be out of town for the next few days. Someone can comandeer my character until friday, when I get back.

Tom walked down the stairs and into the 2nd floor of the bank. Suddenly a bullet wizzed passed Tom head, Tom ducked behind a desk and pulled out his kimber. "Put down your weapon, the police are on their way!" yelled the gaurd. "Oh boy, more toys!" laughed Tom as he got up and shot the gaurd in the chest. Tom grabbed the gaurds keys and unlocked a door leading to the security closet. "Bingo" said Tom as he opened the closet, it contained a couple of shot guns. Tom put away his Kimber and grabbed the two shot guns. "Hey Balinor?" asked Tom as he pulled out his cell "Good news is that I got myself some new friends" Tom admired the shot guns "Bad news is that a swat team is probally on it's way".

OOC: Hey, I could be an operator. I can't be bthered to write out all that fighting stuff, so I could operate. Any room for me?

ooc: Sure. But we still need a temporary replacement for BLARGistania (Sean). Are you interested? The operator job is still yours

"Well shit." Thought Sean. "Nice moves there buttercup. Now, you actually wanna go in there and get something done or do you want to play karate kid all day up there.?"

Sean walked up the door pulled out a small pick. Within seconds, the door was open and waiting for them. Sean walked right in. "Now see, that wasn't that hard to do." Sean pulled out a piece of paper and some tape. He wrote jack, you got bitched. use the back, we'll meet for the package Sean then taped it to the door and wandered on inside.


"Hey Balinor, where the hell am I supposed to go?"

"You're supposed to haul your ass to the rendevous point asap... Now get moving!!!"

Jack simply used a passing car as a ramp, crashing his motorcycle through the front windows of the bank, metal security dividers crashing down behind him. The bike skidded across the floor as Jack hit the ground, unslinging the MP5SD5. The front lobby was all clear, so jack popped open his cell, and dialed up Tom...

"Ya'll get whatever we came in for, I'll make sure you don't get any company..."

Sirens screamed in the distance as SWAT neared the bank. Jack propped his bike up in the hallway leading towards the back area, then concealed himself behind a pillar in the lobby. The SMG he carried made about as much noise as an airgun, but could spray 9mm rounds at a rate of 900 rounds per minute...

“Jack, make a left turn… There is a road under construction, empty of any vehicles… You can get free there… Proceed straight down five hundred meters and make a hard right turn. It’s a tight turn, so you’ll lose those dumbass cars behind you…”

Tom took the elevator down to the lobby and saw Jack behind a pillar. Tom snuck his cell out of his coat pocket and opened it up, then he threw it in the corner. Tom got back in the elevator and snickered as the door closed.

Hey guys, back

IC:

Sean looked over at Jack. "You asshole, i said use the back, not crash your bike through the front." Sean shook his head. Whatever, he thought. Not like it's going to matter in a few minutes anyway. "Jack, I'm goin to pick up the package, have fun with these." Sean tossed over a few of the gernades to Jack, then walked off around the corner. He crept through the halls, the sound of sirens echoing through the building. As Sean moved down a corridor, a guard stuck his head out around a corner. Sean snapped up his Uzi and sprayed a few rounds at the wall. The guard jumped back and hid around the corner. Sean could hear him loading a shotgun frantically. Poor bastard thought Sean. He doesn't know he's going to die. Sean ran forward and lept around the corner. As he moved, time seemed to slow down. He saw the guard loading the last shell, moving incredibly slowly. Sean pulled up his uzi and sprayed the guard, riddling him with bullets. As Sean crashed to the ground, time spead back up and the guard slumped, his back against the wall, filled with holes. Sean got up, straightened out his coat (a very ugly gray with green crushed velvet smoking jacket that he adored) and continued down the hall.

OC: Ok guys, meet agent Tomson.

IC: Agent Tomson rounded the corner, with no emotion on his face he pulled out his Desert Eagle and fired 3 shots at Sean.

"Shit!" screamed Sean as he backpedaled around a corner. Sean had faced agents before, but only one in the "real life" of the Matrix. He had faced far more within the sims, where it was okay to take risks and even die, because it wasn't fully real. Sean ducked back behind a wall and pulled out the silenced Uzi. He also uncapped a gernade, pulled the pin, and threw it around a corner. A loud bang was followed by a dull thud. Sean still did not want to take chances. There was a window in the opposite side of the wall from where he was. Sean ran towards the window (and the corner he had just ducked around) and lept. Twisting in midair, he filled the hall with rounds from the Uzi, then, he crashed through the window and fell.

Sean hit the ledge 15 feet below hard. He rolled to try and protect himself, but it was still a hard fall. He rolled around and pulled out his Desert Eagle, pointing it at the window he had come from. get up Sean he told himself get up and run He rolled to his feet, and, moving as fast as he could away from the window, ran. He pulled out the comm system and yelled into it

"Agents, we got agents in the bank. I'm gunna need some help!"

Sean then pulled out his phone and conected with Balinor:

"Balinor, tell me something: why wasn't I warned about agents coming onto me. I had to drop the rendevous. Its now up to you to get me out of here."

Balinor typed furiously at the keypad trying to find a way for his crew member to escape.

Keying his comlink, Balinor said, "Turn around and go twenty meters. There is a small door to the right, its unlocked. Go through and there is a ventaliation shaft at the end of the room. Go up the shaft and crawl due west for forty meters. There will be an exit there. Kick the panel out and you'll get out..."

Sean stumbled through the door, limping badly. He found the ventilation shaft and clambored up into it, wincing as he did so. He managed to drag himself through the shaft, heading in the direction Balinor had indicated. Upon hitting his mark, Sean found the appropriate panel and kicked it. He dropped right in front of a door marked exit and opened it. Sean suddenly found himself staring at the muzzels of about 10 M16 A1 assualt rifles. Sean grinned, "Toys" he said.

"Dam! I let them trace us yet I still dont get to see any agent action!" Said Tom as the elevator went back up to the second floor. Suddenly Agent Wilks used a scared intern huddling in the corner as his host. He got up and pulled out his dessert eagle. Tom stood there "Um.......Hi?" Tom fired his shot guns at the same time, as he fired 3 rounds. Everything got real slow as the agent went into bullet time swiring and doging the bullets with ease as if they were coming at half there actual speed. "Gota Run!" yelled Tom as he sprinted for the elevator.

Sean backflipped into a wall then pushed off it into the crowd of swat troopers. He spun-kicked three of them then grabbed a fourth and used his gun to pump bullets out at the others. Three swats dove for cover in the limited space of the small room, hiding behind the pillars and trying to recover from the initial attack. Sean slamed the guy he was holding in the back of the head and picked up his gun. He them crouched behind a pillar and waited. As soon as he heard the footsteps, he jumped out from behind the pillar and once again, time slowed down. Sean aimed and fired 3 times, sending all 30 of the bullets in the clip out into the air. By the time Sean hit the ground, all three of the remaining men were dropping to the floor. Sean grabbed some extra ammo and walked out the door. He took out his cell and called Balinor.

"I need directions to the nearest phone, we need to get out of there, this operation has been compromised."

Sean walked out into the street and saw the abandoned SWAT van, the teams had all moved inside. He cautiously walked up to it and poked his head inside. The van was empty, but a small arsenal lay inside. Sean hopped in and picked up some ammo for his desert eagle, then he looked behind himself and saw a long hollow tube. a law-88 he thought to himself, that could come in handy . Sean picked it up and grabbed two rockets for it. He strapped down his guns, slung the M16 A1 at his side and loaded the tube. He hopped out of the van and walked calmly up to the front door where, not 20 minutes ago, Jack had come crashing through the window.

Balinor replied when he heard the message, “I copy that Sean… There’s a phone located three blocks away from here… It’s near Madeline Street. Number 209… I’ll direct you there, keep connected, now get moving…”

Tom wished that he hadn't of left his phone in the lobby. "Damit! Won't this thing go any faster!" yelled Tom as he stood in the elevator, he was going down to the parking lot. Suddenly everything went dark and the elevator stopped. Tom pulled out his Kimber and aimed at the door. "Shit!" he yelled as Agent Wilks ripped open the top of the elevator and hopped on. Tom threw a punch at the agents chest but agent Wilks grabbed Tom's fist and using his other hand pucnhed tom out the elevator door. Luckily the elevator had reached the parking lot and Tom flew into an olds mobile's hood. "Prepare for deletion" said Agent Wilks as he cracked his knuckles, he slowly walks toward Tom. Tom managed to get to his feet, he was drenched with blood and was really dizzy. "Why are you smilling?" asked agent wilks as he paused. Tom reached into his coat pocket and grabbed the flash grenade. With all his force he threw it, the grenade landed at Agent Wilks feet. Suddenly a flash of light, so intense it almost blinded Tom. "This is the last time I try to lure an agent hear". He chuckled "But it's not like Balinor has to find out" Tom realized that it was only a flash grenade and ran out of the parking lot. The streets were crowded, a news van was racing around the building. Across the street. Everything became slow as tom lept across the street, atleast 5 speeding cars. "Mind if I borrow this" said Tom as he grabbed a mans cell phone and ran off (I know that it is like what Neo does in the first matrix but I coudn't think of anything else). "Balinor I need an exit!" panted Tom, he turned his head and saw Agent Wilks running after him.

OOC: Meanwhile..with agent Tomson...

IC: Agent Tomson hopped out The second story window and landed on The Swat Van. While standing on the top of the van he saw sean's back facing him. Agent Tomson straightened his tie and pulled out his desert eagle. Agent Tomson threw the gun away, no ammo. At that moment agent Wilks was talking into Tomson's ear peace. "One of The Humans is on the run. Assistance is needed, forget about The others". Agent Tom leape frogged onto another car and then onto the crowded side walk were Agent Wilks was chasing Tom.

Sean herd a loud thump and turned, just in time to see Agent Tomson spring high over his head. Sean stuck his head into the lobby
"Hey Jack, c'mon, we gotta get out of here."

Sean, without waiting for a response, ran out on to the sidewalk and started moving towards the phone Balinor directed him to. Just as he was about to make a turn, he caught sight of Tom, running, with two agents in hot pusuit. Sean swore and called up Balinor.

"Place a running tag on me, Tom's in trouble, I'm going after him. The agents are going to get one more person than they suspected."

Sean closed the link and ran after Tom, he pulled off the LAW and dumped it where he could find it again if needed. Then, holding out the M16, he sprinted away, trying to catch up with the agents trailing Tom. If he could just get up behind one of them, he thought, he could pop him from behind, leaving the agent no time to dodge. Sean ran a little faster.

"Negative, Sean, negative..." Balinor said, "Get out of the Matrix first, Tom can handle himself... He'll get out..."

Then switching to Sean's line, Balinor said, "I'm giving you two AK-74s ,located on a dumpster located a block away, in addition to a couple of grenades. Use your head... There is an exit six blocks south, be careful."

Sean heard Balinor's cry but ignored it. He decided it was finally time to take out an agent. He was running hard to catch up with Tom and the agents, but he was slowly gaining on them. Finally, cathing up to the trailing agent, the one who had been chasing him, Tom wipped out his Desert Eagle, pressed it against the back on the agents head and yelled "Suprise!" Then pulled the trigger. The agent collapsed and fizzled, returning to the carrier body, this time, what appeared to be a bagman. Sean took a quick glance down and then took off running again. On a thought, he pulled out his cell phone and called Tom.

"Tom, Balinor's getting us out. Hang a Uie and pull back towards me, I'll post cover, we need to get out of here."

"Got it" replied Tom as he suddenly turned around started running the towards Sean. Everything got slow as Tom did a back flip followed by jumping over Agent Wilks. Tom pulled out his Kimber and right when the Agent Wilks turned around Tom fired. The Agent fell to the ground and fizzed into his host. Tom wiped the sweat of his forhead and caught up with Sean. "Lets hope Jack gets that package ok because in my experiance Agents travel in groups of three's and we only saw two".

Back in the other end of The Lobby Agent Willson used the body off a swat hiding behind another pillar as a host.

OC: Agent Wilks will the Head Agent. Followed bye Agent Tomson. Agent Willson will be the one agent who doesn't do as much.

Sean watched Tom blow the agent away.

"Nice" he murmered to himself. "Lets get moving, our exit is 209 Madeline street. Hopefully Jack will have gotten there by then."

Sean took off, running towards the exit Balinor had provided. It was time to get out of the Matrix.

Jack stepped over the bodies of a few SWAT who where unlucky enough to come into his LOS, dropping the empty MP5SD5 onto a pile of spent magazines. He re-mounted the bike, flipping his cell phone out...

"Where's the exit at?"

Jack shouted as he tore through the halls of the bank, popping a wheelie to bash through the back door, out into the rear loading dock...

Sean arrived panting at the exit. Just as he got there, the phone started to ring. Sean picked up the phone and pressed it against his ear. He felt himself tugged by the ear, then, his matrix body dissolved into the phone.


Sean awaoke plugged into his chair. Balinor unplugged him and Sean ran with him over to the control station. He looked at the streaming figures and saw that Tom was almost out and Jack was frantically looking for an exit. He pulled up Jacks call and said to him "Madeline Street, number 209, Tom's almost there, agents are in pursuit, get your ass out of there."

Tom got to the exit and waited for the phone to ring. He then picked it up and with a slight tug feeling woke up in the Isis. He got out of his chair and struggled back into his wheel chair. "That was close, I think that time Ill take the operator seat" said Tom "Worst part is that we didnt even get the package. Oh well, I sure some other ship with pick it up".

Back In the Matrix Agent Willson used an Ice cream truck driver as a host and was chaing after Jack.

Jack ignored the happy tune of the Ice Cream truck behind him, until the bumper made contact with his rear wheel. Assuming correctly that it was an Agent in pursuit of him, he gunned the engine, gaining a few feet. Jack whipped out a Hardballer, emptying the eight rounds of .45 ACP at the driver as he turned a corner onto Madeline Street, holstering the empty handgun to exchange it for another, this time it was the Berretta he carried as a backup. Sixteen rounds tore though the front tire of the truck as Jack fired wildly with his weapon...

Sean read the Matrix screen closly, waiting for Jack to get out. Suddenly, the radar beeped at him, he looked over at it and saw that several squids had just appeared upon the outside range of the radar. Sean looked frantically at Balinor.

"They're coming,"

With that, Sean ran up to the nearest gun turret and strapped himself in. His panels lit up as the machines closed in. Sean popped up his HUD and set the sights to manual, then waitied for the inevitable.

Jack shot off down the street, slamming through the door of a small building & answering the ringing phone. Almost instantly, he vanished...