NationStates Jolt Archive

By Emperial mandate from our God-Emperor himself....


In order to build the army I will need for my war against the unholy heathons I will grant each capable soldier who comes to my land to fight and die by my side will recieve the following...


1 slave (gender and age to be chosen by soldier)
20 acres of land and power over it's current residents should there be any
The opportunity to kill for your God-Emperor and recieve salvation by my hand


You are to report to the west gate of the Spectrome central command complex post haste.

Josef Geovovich arrived atthe Spectrome unsure of what to expect exactly. A rogue, a mercenary? Yeah sure he was. A thief, vandal, murderer and bounty hunter he knew a thing or two about looking after himself. He waited carrying his back pack and wearing a loaded trenchcoat he looked around waiting for something to happen. Someone to swindle, con, kill.......

Eddie Jackson pulled up to the west gate of the Spectrome Command Center, sliding his customized bright red lowrider, shaped suspiciously like a shoe, into park.

He pushed open the door, and stepped out, big floppy red shoes hitting pavement.

Eddie Jackson was a tall man, maybe six foot six, weighed maybe two hundred twenty pounds. He had funky green hair, spiked into two massive curly cotton-candy bundles, and a strange nose attachment, which served in place of a gas mask.

He sighed, and wandered over to the bloody gate, his lips twisted into a smile of death.

Death of fright, perhaps?

No.

Most likely death from the assault rifle he carried, or one of the other numerous weapons of much killing arrayed about his powerful body, dressed in very loose pants, with a pinstripe shirt.

Because he was Eddie Jackson.

Get it?

Ichigo Kowa walked into the Specdrome uncertinly. She was the swashbuckinling-type, a sea raider. She was dressed in black slacks and a brown jacket. A Rapier was at her side, as well as dual 454. Causull pistols hanging in holsters from her belt. The attractive pirate waited for a few seconds, then sat down and started to meditate silently.

OOC: Mercenaries have no honor.


((That's the whole point of a merc, Sino. Still, mass propaganda is so much easier...

Sidenote: God-Emperor? *rolls eyes* Now where have I heard that before...

[/hijack]

We got a lot of them. No snakes though. Does that help?

Josef turned and looked at his new companions and smiled,"What do you think of this place?,"he asked.

Jun Y knew how to do two things: hack mainframes, and use guns and swords. Free Weyrean education excelled at training its students in these two arts. The rest of the world believed that these two very important skills did not constitute a proper education. Jun thus decided to hire himself out, because the rest of the world's boring people were imbeciles. Hacking was damned useful in everything. Carrying a pair of swords got the "don't f*ck with me" across a lot better than a measely gun.

Jun's orange and blue coverall had the feel of greased paper, and protected better than a pile of sandbags. Gelpads took care of bony extremities. A hundred pockets contained everything from flashlights, to pens, to strange implements. A pair of long blades - a katana and a wakizashi, hung at his side.

This would be a sweet job. A slave could become some major liquid capital, and twenty acres could be sold as a toxic dumping ground for stupid humans.

Josef turned and looked at his new companions and smiled,"What do you think of this place?,"he asked.

"Spectrome Command Center," Jun shrugged. "A person with an overblown ego at work....."

"Bit extreme isn't it?,"Josef paused for a second,"We're going to have to work together an army, a cohesive unit if you will."

Josef kept flicking his permi-light on and off. He was slightly bored maybe even a bit anxious....

Ichigo came out of her trance and rose, yawning.

"I agree. But, you know, this job gets a good payoff. Lets just see what we have to do first before we pass any judgements."

She checked her weapons for a moment, then looked around.

"Personally, I'm getting a little tired of waiting."

He turned round to face the woman that confronted him,"I don't mean to be rude but you are?"

"No offense taken. I am Ichigo Kowa, Captian of the White Loctus pirate vessel. Or, at least, i was. The ship was lost almost four months ago to a combonation of attacks and storms. I came here since i have nothing else better to do."

She paused.

"Who are you, my good man?"

"That -was- rude," Jun replied behind the man's back, leaning against something hard, probably a gatepost or a wall. "You don't fuck1ng apologize for being rude unless you know you're being rude. I'm J.Y. A pleasure to meet you, Ichigo Kowa."

"Josef Geovovich," he replied," aka The Menace to society aka The Aspirin."

He sized up Ichigo his eyes carassing her curves looking for where her weapons were hidden and sneaking a peak at her body too.......

He turned to the man behind him and shrugged,"Do I look like I give a shit?"

Reid Celenza, a twenty two year old military wash out. Booted out of the MCJAF, nearly a year ago for “failing to reach standards”. He still found that amusing, he had been one of the hardest workers in his squad, maybe not the best, but persistent. At least, he mused with an inward smile, I still remember my training.

Though he stood in the Spectrome Command Center he noticed how lightly armed he was comparatively, “We train a man not to be deadly with weapons but to be deadly,” rang the quote which hung over the training facility, and he felt fairly confident than in brawl he could take most of those here.

The MCJAF had been “nice” enough to let him keep his pistol and assault rifle when they kicked him out. The eight-inch knife concealed in his boot he had just splurged on upon finding this lucrative job.

Wearing green fatigues, he stood just shy of six feet, noticing the small gaggle of people near by, he overhears a snatch of conversation. Chuckling he walks over.

“Glad to see people are already hitting it off!”

Josef turned around and stared hard at the new figure that was entering his life. He was surprised at what he saw,"An army boy?!,"he laughed,"What's brought you here?"

"An army boy?!,"he laughed,"What's brought you here?"

He shrugged with a wry smile, "Apparently the army disagreed.”

"You don't look like you're carrying much."

If there's one thing Josef he'd learned it was to look for the invisible. He could spot undercover agents a mile off. He knew when to pick his fights though it didn't really matter anymore he wasn't scared of bringing anyone down because he knew he probably could. Probably was enough for him.

"Josef Geovovich," he replied," aka The Menace to society aka The Aspirin."

He sized up Ichigo his eyes carassing her curves looking for where her weapons were hidden and sneaking a peak at her body too.......

He turned to the man behind him and shrugged,"Do I look like I give a shit?"

"Why're you asking?" Jun inquired absently, sticking a pair of earphones into his ears, not bothering to wait for an answer.

Shrugging once again, "If I need more there will always be plenty of people who have no more use for what they carried. But what I am more interested in who these "unholy heathens" are that we are going to be fighting."

"A very good point I hope we're not being sent on a wild goose chase."

"Indeed. I did not come here to waste my time. I suppose these "Heathens" we are fighting against are no more than enemies of some lord or another. But i wonder why they hired us?"

Jimmy Anderson pulled up to the meeting place in his unremarkable white Ford Crown Victoria. He double-checked his map and his handheld GPS system. Yep, this is the place alright.

Jimmy Anderson had a promising career going as one of the best homicide detectives in the city of Chatanooga, Stone River. However, he quit his life of virtue and justice when the Mafia could give him more money. He spent the better part of 15 years plotting schemes and using his methodical techniques to help advance the Puzzetti Crime Family. However, a few months ago the police were able to infiltrate the Puzzetti Family and bring it down. With no alternatives, Anderson had fled the country. He had spent a few months losing himself, drifting from country to country looking for an opportunity to regain the riches he had lost when the Puzzettis were busted. Now, maybe this is what I'm looking for.

Anderson stepped out of the Crown Vic, wearing a plain blue suit. He was physically unremarkable, at over 40 years old. He preferred to get out of fixes using brain power rather than sheer brute force. However, with his H&K USP .45 in his jacket holster and a 12 gauge pump shotgun resting on his shoulder, he wasn't afraid to stand and fight either.

He entered the building, and got his first look at his new co-workers. Yep, just like the Mafia. The biggest bunch of crooks, thieves, and lowlifes you'll ever meet. He walked up, removed his sunglasses, and introduced himself.

"Sorry I'm late. I had a little trouble finding the place."

The biggest bunch of crooks, thieves, and lowlifes you'll ever meet

((OOC: I resent that! =P))

Eddie set his beautiful, muscular behind down on a tree stump, and swung his beautiful polymer GG-Nine Thousand about, so that it was setting in his lap, the sling still in place.

He ran his hands over the gorgeous, beautiful, wonderful, orgasmic Battle Rifle, checking the magazine, making sure that he had a round down the spout, just in case.

Having satisfied himself that his baby was still pristine, he returned the battle rifle to its place upon his back. He then withdrew a long, uninflated balloon from his pocket, inflated it, and swifty, quickly, accurately, AMAZINGLY made a poodle, in under five seconds.

He idly tossed the balloon in the air, spun, pulled a Bernardelli B4 from God only knew where, and blew the poor innocent balloon pup straight out of the air. He pumped the shotgun, drawing another double ought 12 gauge shell into the chamber, and returned the B4 to the place from whence it came.

Undoubtedly somewhere in his volumptuous cleavage. Err...trousers.

tag... maybe I'll join later

At hearing the bang Josef spun round, pulled out his customised nailgun and fired all around at the source.......

Before the shot's sound had resided he was already prone, whipping the rifle off his back and pointing at the shooter.

((Firing in a room with armed people is a good way to die))

OOC: When you say aimed at the 'shooter' do you mean at my guy or the guy who shot the balloon?

((OOC: Balloon))

At the noise of all the shots fired, everyone in the room reached for their weapons. Jimmy Anderson wasted no time in bringing the butt of his shotgun up to his shoulder and leveling it at the man who had fired the nailgun, pumping the action to bring a shell into the chamber. Something distracted him. He snuck a look at his left side and saw the female pirate leveling her gun at him!

Soon everyone in the room was both threatening someone with their weapon of choice, while also being threatened by someone else. For a moment or two everyone just stood and aimed at their intended targets, seemingly waiting for a signal to unleash a massive amount of bloodshed.

Finally Anderson rolled his eyes and brought down the shotgun. "Ok, look at yourselves, people! We haven't been here a few minutes and we're already looking to kill each other!"

The others looked on and thought about what he had just said, and then one by one began holstering their weapons.

"Now can we please at least wait and find out what we are supposed to be doing before we start randomly killing people?"

The others decided to heed the middle-aged man's advice and returned to what they were doing.

Great, looks like I'm going to have to be the brains of an operation. Again...

OOC: @Stone River :: In the future, please do not assign actions to my char.

Jun was still completely ignoring what everyone was doing. Blasts, no blasts, he didn't care. He simply turned the volume on his phones up a notch, and closed his eyes. If the weapon was not fired when it was drawn, the it wasn't going to be fired.

Josef had already fired his shots before he turned around and re-holstered his gun.

"Meh" said Ichigo, holstering one of her pistols. "I agree. We're supposed to be a team, yes? Lets try to avoid any bloodshed. We can save that for our enemies."

"You can't be too careful,"sighed Josef as he took out a Mars bar from his backpack and started to munch on it.

"I've a good mind to cause some havoc in this place if nothing happens soon."

"Patience," Jimmy Anderson said as he put a cigarette between his lips. He took out a lighter and ignited the 'cancer-stick' (as he liked to call them). "Let's find out who brought us here and what they want before we begin the mindless violence."

Those damn loose cannons, they are always the worst. Anderson thought to himself. Sure they're great when you want someone to just run right into a gunfight and get his hands dirty, but they were like attack dogs. Give them too much slack on their leash and they were liable to just turn on you and cause YOU grief.

"It's not mindless cos I'll know exactly what I'm doing."

He finished off his Mars bar and chucked the wrapper on the ground as he opened a can of Lilt.

A motorcycle rumbled up to the west Gate of the Spectrome. Its rider shut off the engine, flipped down the kickstand and dismounted. He reached into the saddlebags of the bike and pulled out an ammo belt, which he fastened around his waist, 2 Desert Eagles, one in a thigh holster, the other in a shoulder. 2 FN-P90s, which he slipped into the custom-made hip holsters, a Beretta in an ankle holster, and a long, straight sword in its sheath, which he clipped onto his left hip.

He was somewhere in his Mid-20s, 5'11, average build, with shoulder length brown hair, piercing Green eyes hidden by round sunglasses. He looked like a kid you'd see in a bar... but covered with weapons. His expressionless face said two words. Bounty Hunter. 2 forward-pointing triangles, a red over a blue, were tatooed onto his left cheek, just under and to the left of his left eye. He wore black trousers, a grey shirt, and what used to be a gray trenchcoat, but was now torn off at his hips, with Red cuffs and lapels. A brown leather glove, with a strip of metal sewn into the knuckle, adorned each hand.

He'd seen the ad. He could have cared less about the Slave and the Land, and he Couldn't give less of a rip about "Salvation" as it had said. The word "Fight" had drawn him here. He hoped he could haggle for pay.

He calmly strode through the doorway into the room, heavy bootfalls echoing.

"Sorry I'm late. Traffic was Murder."

Ichigo turned to look at the newcomer and gave him a smile.

"Welcome to the crew," She said. "I am Ichigo Kowa. What's your name?"

"Welcome to the crew," She said. "I am Ichigo Kowa. What's your name?"

He took off his sunglasses and stuffed them into a pocket in his coat.

He extended a hand with a smile.

"Lear MacRoan. A pleasure."

Jimmy raised his eyebrow slightly at the sight of the newcomer. He looked like he had enough firepower on him to overthrow a banana republic. Nonetheless he went over to greet him with Kowa.

"Hi there. Jimmy Anderson, formerly of Stone River. Where are you from stranger?"

"Hi there. Jimmy Anderson, formerly of Stone River. Where are you from stranger?"

Lear extended a hand toward Jimmy as well.

"Here and there. I just finished serving with the Grazhkjistan Armed Forces. It was boring as hell. They don't need an army, because they mostly just keep to themselves. Ah, well. The pay was decent."

He caught Jimmy looking over all the guns he had with him.

"I collect. It's a little hobby of mine."

Ichigo shook Lear's hand.

"A pleasure to meet you too, Lear."

She took a look at his impressive collection of weapons.

"Thats quite a nice collection of guns you have there, my friend. What's your line of work now that you've served your military duty?"

"Thats quite a nice collection of guns you have there, my friend. What's your line of work now that you've served your military duty?"

Lear shrugged.

"Mostly Bounty Hunting. I've brought in Wanted Criminals, or what's left of them... Done a bit of Mercenary Work as well," He gestured to his guns and sword. "That's how I got these. Presents from pleased employers and bounties who no longer needed them."

Ichigo rubbed the back of her head uncomfertably.

"Well, lets hope we never cross paths in the future. I'm a pirate, you see, and am quite wanted by a few people. But i suppose now is a good time to make friends instead of enemies."

Lear smirked.

"I didn't say all of the bounties were legal. I'm in just as deep shit as you are."

Josef stared at the newcomer,"Why do you come here?For honour, glory or just to spill blood?"

"Why do you come here?For honour, glory or just to spill blood?"

Lear glanced over coolly.

"Money. I don't care about Slaves or Land or Salvation. They'd just weigh me down."

He walked over to a wall and leaned against it.

Josef took out a small knife from his right shoe and proceeded to spin it around in his hand,"And can you guarantee that you will be alive to return and claim your due?"

Lear smirked at Josef, pushed himself off of the wall and walked over to him.

He leaned down into Josef's face, so they were almost nose-to-nose.

"Yes."

The God-Emperor Red the Red spoke before an assembly of his new troops today.

"Thank you all for being here. Your loyalty will surely be rewarded in heaven. It is now my duty to brief you on the current situation we're in. The nation of Interhobbes in the Hobbessian Drifts has set up a naval blockade of our friends in the Republic of Gladius Erectus. We are also currently engages on the front with the nation of Changopia and there have been reported skirmishes with Interhobbes troops for many months now. You are all being formed into a new Legion of troops that will be deployed to Gladius Erectus to aid in their defence in the event of a possible attack"

With that the God-Emperor spat into the crowd to show his blessings and turned around and walked back into his palace. The troops were issued uniforms and given information on claiming their land and slaves when they returned. They also gave information on who should recieve their payment should they fall in battle.

Lear adjusted his new uniform. Damn, was it itchy, and he barely had enough room to carry his guns.

He looked over at where the "God-Emperor" had disappeared.

Psycho... He thought to himself. He'd tried asking about pay... but he'd been ignored. The Infomen had chuckled when he told them he didn't want slaves or land...

"I might just regret this..."

Josef turned from Lear as he heard the news. He was filled with anger. This was a wild goose chase and not what he was expecting to hear,"This is bullshit. I refuse to be designated as your average solder in a ragtag army!We will be treated like the skilled people we are and not like pieces of shit on the Emperor's shoe,"he shouted.

Ichigo was quite delighted at the sound of a navel blockade. Perhaps there was a chance to sail the seas on this journey after all! She looked back as Josef started shouting at the Emperor. Not a wise move. But, she did agree with him; they were a special and uniqe unit, one that should not be treated like any other. She also wanted to keep her own clothes, and not wear any other crest but her own.

Crap! Crap! Crap! I did NOT bargain for this!

Jimmy Anderson was none too happy about the situation he had gotten himself into. He had thought that this would be a low-key crime job, sort of like the Mafia. Instead, here he was holding the uniform of a full class soldier.

It wasn't like Anderson hadn't been in the line of fire before. He had been in firefights while with the Chatanooga Police, both as a beat cop and a homicide detective, and had some skirmishes in his early days with the mob. But this was completely different. He was going to have to go onto a full fledged battlefield.

If I get out of this alive, I swear this is the LAST time I ever blindly volunteer for something.

Josef started to calm down as he leaned on the wall behind him. He looked down at the uniform he'd just been given and spat on it. Whispering to the people that surrounded him he said,"United together we will conquer the enemy. Working alone we will be crushed. We need to find our individual skills before we can commence forth together."

He turned Ichigo,"You said something before about being a pirate?"

Lear looked over at Josef's anger flowing, and looked at the soldier who'd been hit in the eye by the loogie and was now bent over on the floor, cursing in pain.

He put a hand on Josef's shoulder.
"I know how you feel, man... but I think the "Emperor-God" is beyond logic and reason... I personally think he's out of his mind, putting us in a simple army, and giving us such DAMN itchy Uniforms!"

He began scratching his back and adjusting his holsters.

"Fuggin' nutjob, thinks everyone wants slaves and land, thinks I'm gonna wear this!?"

He took off the uniform's jacket and slung it over his shoulder.

Josef started to calm down as he leaned on the wall behind him. He looked down at the uniform he'd just been given and spat on it. Whispering to the people that surrounded him he said,"United together we will conquer the enemy. Working alone we will be crushed. We need to find our individual skills before we can commence forth together."

"Alright, I'm over 40 years old, and I'll be the first to admit I'm hardly a physical force." Jimmy spoke up. "But I have something that easily makes up for it. I have methodical brain power. I spent several years tracking down murderers, and then I spent many more years planning murders. Sure, I can hold my own in combat, but logistics is where I really shine."

Josef started to calm down as he leaned on the wall behind him. He looked down at the uniform he'd just been given and spat on it. Whispering to the people that surrounded him he said,"United together we will conquer the enemy. Working alone we will be crushed. We need to find our individual skills before we can commence forth together."

He turned Ichigo,"You said something before about being a pirate?"

"Indeed, my friend," Ichigo wispered back, loud enough for the others to hear. "I have been raiding ships for almost a decade now. Give me any craft in the water, and i almost garentee i can sail it with skill and ease. I know any and all effective battle tactics from the water. The sea is my domian! I am also a skilled gun and sword wielder, as well as a great navigator."

"Fine well my suggestion is that we need to find a weak point in the naval war. If Ichigo can get us some sort of naval transport then maybe you can start to plan some sort of attack that could sufficiently destabilise our naval opponents so they retreat?"

Lear drew his Beretta out of the ankle holster, flipped it on his finger boredly, now that the itchyness was gone, and flicked it into the air a few times.

He looked over to Jimmy.

"I've been on an open battlefield before. Can you think quickly? Scrap entire plans and go entirely on a half-baked one?"

He slipped the Beretta into the holster again and drew out his sword, looking over the blade.

"If you can, it'll be a pleasure working with you."

"Fine well my suggestion is that we need to find a weak point in the naval war. If Ichigo can get us some sort of naval transport then maybe you can start to plan some sort of attack that could sufficiently destabilise our naval opponents so they retreat?"

"Unless our "God-Emperor" wants to supply us with a ship," Said Ichigo, "Then i can probably aqqiure one. However, it wont be easy. It would be simpler to get the Emperor to give us one. No matter what, I am sure I can break the Enemy on the sea once We've tested there streaths and weaknesses. I haven't failed yet."

"I've been on an open battlefield before. Can you think quickly? Scrap entire plans and go entirely on a half-baked one?"

He slipped the Beretta into the holster again and drew out his sword, looking over the blade.

"If you can, it'll be a pleasure working with you."

Anderson allowed himself a smirk. "I was once a regular beat cop before I became a homicide detective. Do you know what that's like? Driving around in a car for half the day, not knowing what any given day is going to present you? One hour you might be helping a wayward teenager. The next you might be in a high speed chase with a hardcore felon."

Anderson put his sunglasses back on.

"I've made a living expecting the unexpected, my friend."

"This so-called emperor is as our friend here says a psycho. He'll treat us as normal soldiers and we will get nothing out of him. My plan is we go and attack the place we're taken too, take whatever we can, get our reward from this psycho and then go."

Lear looked over to the palace of Emperor Psychopath.

Then a thought occurred to him.

"How do we know we'll even get anything out of this? For all we know, this man might consider..." he thought for a moment, trying to come up with something that sounded crazy, "...a rabid squirrel a fitting reward for something of this magnitude!"

Jimmy thought about what Lear had said. The guy definitely had a point.

"We could force him to give us a down payment. Make him pay us half now and half when we get the job done. That way, even if he screw-jobs us, we'll still get something out of this deal."

"So how do you propose exactly we,"Josef gesticulated wildly",...we force him?"

"Easy Josef. If he doesn't, we turn around, walk or drive away, and let him find someone else to do his dirty work."

Lear shook his head in dismay.

"This wasn't what I was expecting at all... If I had a right mind about me, I'd say, 'Screw this', walk out the door, burn the uniform and take any job that pitted me against this country."

A smile came across Josef's face,"How well protected do you think the Emperor is if needed to call on mercenaries to fight his war for him?"

Lear snickered.

"Very. If he has to gather Mercenaries for his outgoing army, that probably means he has the entire Spectromian Army in that palace. I wouldn't try it."

After all the logistical issues had been ironed out, given the final count of new soldiers, the group was ordered to direct themselves toward a large warehouse complex at the south end of the complex. There was a 10 foot tall chain fence topped with razor wire, from where the crowd was standing they could see only 1 entrance, a heavily guarded gate with a door in the middle large enough for 1 man to pass through at a time. After the crowd had assembled a young man with a rather impressive assortment of medals on his chest emerged through the gate.

He spoke, "I am Lord Murray and I am to command your ragtag legion. Your first order is to sort yourselves, after you pass through this gate you are to head to the following locations according to your skills and background. Those skilled in espienage and covert silent operations will procese to the building marked '1,' heavy weapons and vehicle specialists will head to the building marked '2,' men with aircraft experience to building 3, medics and quartermasters to building 4, and finally general foot soldiers to building 5. My underlords and captains are waiting inside for futher sorting and issuance of orders."

Without so much as a 'goodbye' Lord Murray about faced and walked back through the door, leaving it open behind him.

OOC: Note to self: never join an RP hosted by someone with a post count of less than 5 ever again. Ever. Ever.


Lear's annoyance was starting to boil into anger by now.

"Ragtag?!"

He would not be called Ragtag by some pad-assed officer who didn't work for a living. He made a note to kick his ass if he ever saw him again.

Meantime, he puzzled over which building to go into. He had experience in espionage and covert silent ops, heavy weapons and vehicles, aircraft experience and as a foot soldier.

Anderson turned to the others. "Well, should we try to stay together and choose the same building?"

Lear looked over at the buildings and back to Jimmy.

"I'm fine with that... but which one?!" His head was starting to hurt.

I guess that's what I get for trying to be a Jack-of-all-Trades... He thought to himself.

He sighed.

"Wait up for me guys, I'm gonna go take off this uniform..."

Ichigo was all for staying in a group, but, if she had to, she supposed that she would go into building 2, for heavy weapons and vehicle specialists. She supposed her dual 454. Causull pistols could be considered heavy, and she was, after all, a vehicle specilist. However, she had many more skills than just those. Ichigo also had basic medic skills, as well as half-decent espianoge skills.

"I think we should stick together," She said.

Lord Murray paced around his office with a deep scowel on his face. His second in command, Underlord Athol, a sour looking old man with a layer of white hair on his chin, sitting in one of the large leather chairs facing Murray's desk.

"I can't believe the Emperor sent me these people. A bunch of mercinaries and pirates if you ask me. I dought that many of them have much experience in real battle at all. Athol, do you think we have any chance of turning these men into a useful force? If they start to try anything funny I swear I'll gut them myself. I hope the Emperor knows what he's doing, I know he chose me for this assignment because of my previous experiences, but I dont' have any experience organizing this many ..."

Athol interupted him before he could finish, "my lord, don't worry yourself about it. That's why the Emperor sent me with you when he gave you this command. I may not have the combat experience and ability that you do, but I know how to mold, train, and most importantly organize people. I've taken groups worse than this and made them into effective tools. As soon as we find out what everybody's skills are I have a team of people sitting by to give them each their personal assignments."


Murray seamed less frustrated now, "thank you. But the matter at hand right now is issue of respect. I'm sure these men, like many, don't respect me. I can't really blame them, they're foreigners and probably have no idea who I am, and they probably don't even realize that they've heard my exploits before. Hell, by the look of them they've probably told them in bars and taverns as their own." He let out a quiet laugh, "I'll just have to show them won't I? I saw a man standing in the front of the group who looked like a leader of some sorts. He gave me the look that there was no way somebody like me would lead him. As soon as you find out who he is I want you to arrange a fight between him and another soldier, I'll handle the rest from there. You're dismissed."

With that Underlord Athol stood up and bowed to Lord Murray and left the office. Murray sat back down behind his desk and started looking through the intel files given to him on some of the men.

Lear returned a short time later, pulling on his jacket and carrying the uniform under his arm.

"last time I do that... Ok.. I think I've decided. I'm going into the Weapons and Vehicle Specialist Building. Anyone care to join me?"

He froze on the spot, and looked around.

"Hey, guys? Ever get the feeling you're being watched?"

Jimmy Anderson tapped his foot in anxiousness. He had to decide which building they would go to. He had experience with 'underground activities' with the mob, but he was unsure what all the espionage option would entail. He had plenty of experience with civillian vehicles, but was unsure of how much of that would carry over to this. Those were the only two that would seem reasonable for him to join.

He asked the others. "Well, I would probably go for either the espionage or the vehicles. What do you guys think?"

Ichigo raised her eyebrows at Lear.

"I couldn't say. Anyways, I also think I will go to the Weapons and Vehicle Specialist Building."

Brant threw the uniform into the trunk of his car, having stripped the jacket of it's badges and then quickly sewn them onto his own far better, if worn, clothing. Checking his p99 in it's shoulder holster, he slung a H&K ag36 over his shoulder so that it hung just behind his right hand, and picked up his benelli shotgun in his left. Patting the extra rounds and clips on his belt, he stepped into the crowd of disgruntled mercs that had just recently been spat on by a crazy self-proclaimed god-emperor.

Anderson nodded his head at the decisions of Lear and Ichigo. "Make that three of us for Vehicles."

As the soldiers headed into their buildings they were soon quite suprised by what they found. It seamed as if the Emperor had spared no expense getting ready to equip them. Inside building 1 they found crates apon crates of night vision equipment, sniper rifles, climbing gear, high tech computer gadgets, and a plethora of other toys....all under heavy guard. in the middle of the building was a table with a scrawny looking man in jeans, and plain black t-shirt, and a pair of grey snake skin cowboy boots. On either side of him were 2 men dressed similarly. One was a rather brawny looking man about 6 feet tall, and the other a short stalky fellow with ashy grey hair. The scrawny man spoke, "I am Underlord Walton and you are now in my service. The man to my left is Captain Jordan and the man to my right is Captain Rogers. Fill out the forms that they are going to give you and bring them to me."

Name:
Region of origin:
Unique skills:
Special training:
Experience:


Those entering the other buildings were greeted similarly. Inside building 2 the troops were surrounded by a small army of light tanks, trucks, jeeps, and what seamed like an endless stacks of crates of grenades, rockets, heavy machine guns, pistols, and ammunition. The men sitting at the table were all dressed in battle uniforms, all were heavily decorated. The man in the middle, a large muscular man with blonde hair spoke, "I am Underlord Moore, these men are my Captain. You belong to me now." With that the captain passed out forms similar to the others to everybody in the building.

Lear smiled at his fortune of having his new friends with him.

"I'm more in it for heavy weapons. I've seen the M60 Machine gun at work, and I was wondering if they have any here. Might as well get something good out of this."

He paused, seeing a newcomer walking over with a uniform in his hands.

He strode over and extended a hand.

"Hi, newcomer. I see you got sucked into this fiasco too?"

(ooc-need to catch up)

Having been dircted to the same building as the rest of the gorup, Brandt now approached three men heading for the Weapons and Vehicles building and said, "Make that four." He then introduced himself as as an ex flyer, having picked up this job for the money.

Lear picked up his forms and strode over to a bench to fill them out.

Name: Lear McRoan
Region of origin: --
Unique skills: Good with Guns, Fast Reflexes. Quadriglot (English, German, Japanese, French)
Special training: Martial Arts, Heavy Weapons, Vehicular Combat, Ground and Air Vehicles.
Experience: 8 Years and Numerous Skirmishes for the Black Hawk and Delta Squadron Mercenary forces. 3 years with Grazhkjistan Armed Forces. 2 years as Freelance Bounty Hunter.

After a few hours Underlord Athol walked back into Lord Murray's office with a large grin on his face. "From what I've been able to gather the man who was staring you down in the crowd's name is Leir. He seams to be a well rounded soldier, but not many of the other men know much about him. He went into Building 2 with 2 other soldiers, a man and a woman. I've already informed Underlord Moore of your plans. After the troops have given us their information they'll be directed to the courtyard for your address. I managed to pay a younger solder 100 draughts and in return he's going to attack Leir. I don't think he'll put up much of a fight so you might wanna get in there before Leir kills the poor kid."

Lord Murray now had a huge smile across his face "excellent. This is going to be interesting. I doubt this Leir has any idea what's about to befall him." With that both men began to laugh heartily.

Ichigo filled out her form and handed it to Moore. She was slightly stunned by the amount of firepower in the building.

Name:Ichigo Kowa
Region of origin:The Stark Sea, Ravea
Unique skills:Naval Warfare tactics, Navigation, swordsmenship, gun wielding, basic medical and espianoge skills.
Special training:None; Self Taught
Experience:Raiding ships for a decade, destroying Navy vessles.

She then went about and picked up extra rounds for her dual 454. Casulls. She also picked out a half dozen sticks of dynomite; Ichigo found the explosive to be extremley useful in many situations.

After entering building 2 Crocker ran up to the man he'd been told he was supposed to fight. "Hey, the name's Crocker, " and stuck out his hand. He figured this would be the best way to be near him at the address if he was gonna kick up this fight.

Anderson set to work making out his own form.

Name: Jimmy Robert Anderson
Region of Origin: North America
Unique Skills: Experience with mulitiple firearms, Detective Skills, Operational Planning.
Special Training: Martial Arts and Weapons Training from Police Experience.
Experience:
2 Years Patrolling Police Officer, Chatanooga City Police, Stone River.
3 Years Homicide Detective, Chatanooga City Police, Stone River.
15 Years Operations Member/Planner, Pulzzetti Crime Family, Stone River.

Lear looked up at the young recruit who was now standing over him.

After handing the forms to Moore and finding extra clips for his guns, he extended a hand.

"Nice to meet you, Crocker. Name's Lear."

Brandt picked up the form and filled it out at one of the provided desks.

Name: Brandt Styner
Region of Origin: Vashanka
Unique Skills: Airborne tactics, blademaster, gunwielding, fast reflexes
Special training: Air force, espionage
Experience: in Vashanka Air force, as bounty hunter for 10 years

Anderson looked up and saw Lear extending a greeting to the young soldier. He initially thought nothing of it, but his detective sense started tingling.

Somethings wrong with this picture....

OOC: i'm off for the day, stuff to do. I'm gonna give time for everybody to get in here, check in, etc. Have fun. I'll be back in the morning.

Name: Jun Y
Region of origin: Weyr
Unique skills: hacking, swordsmanship, light firearms, martial arts
Special training: N/A
Experience: NOUB

Jun rapidly wrote on the form with a pen produced from one of his many pockets, before handing it to the guy calling himself Underlord Walton. His employer was a psycho, which was fine as long as the dudes in front of him were not. With that, Jun proceeded to scan the stuff in the crates, seeing if they had anything better than the stuff already packed into his suit.

Brandt handed his papers to Underlord Moore, and sat on a bench, surveying the crowd. He saw the man called Lear greeting a youngling, but made nothing of it. seeing nothing outstanding, he quietly lit his pipe and sat, wondering what the "emperor" would spring next.

OOC: i'm off for the day, stuff to do. I'm gonna give time for everybody to get in here, check in, etc. Have fun. I'll be back in the morning.
OOC:so should we just make our own script now?

OOC:so should we just make our own script now?

OOC: i laid down what I guess are the basicly guidelines are for how this is gonna go, so yeah, do what you wanna do now (within reason please)

Name: Reid Celenza
Region of origin: Mikosolf Corperation
Unique skills: Demolitions, assault weapon training, several martial arts styles
Special training: Imediate Battlefield Care, "Taking down tanks with thermite"
Experience: Ten years of training withing the Mikosolf Armed forces.

OOC: That's a splendid Idea!

Lear, expecting a handshake from Crocker, for some reason, was not very surprised when the kid suddenly grabbed him by the arm and pulled a Bowie Knife from the sheathe on his belt.

Lear simply rolled his eyes at the kid, who then raised the knife to stab at Lear's chest.

Big Mistake.

Lear clamped a hand around Crocker's arm, holding it steady despite attempts to fight it. He did not appear to be exerting himself.

Lear then calmly began to bend the arm away from him, sending a series of loud pops and crackles through the warehouse, as Crocker cried out in pain.

Suddenly, an uppercut to the kid's armpit delivered a sickening CRUNCH!, and a punch to the stomach sent him reeling.

Crocker dropped the knife and fell to the floor, unconscious, right arm hanging at an odd angle.

Lear looked around at everyone staring, and, as the adrenaline wore off, realized what he'd just done.

"Shit," he whispered under his breath. "Now I've done it..."

OOC: i laid down what I guess are the basicly guidelines are for how this is gonna go, so yeah, do what you wanna do now (within reason please)
okei

OOC: That's a splendid Idea!

Lear, expecting a handshake from Crocker, for some reason, was not very surprised when the kid suddenly grabbed him by the arm and pulled a Bowie Knife from the sheathe on his belt.

..."
Brandt saw the wide bladed knife flash from it's sheathe and was immediately on his feet, the walther from it's holster and trained on the unconscoius boy on the floor. Realizing it was over,he put the gun away and walked up to the two, staring down at the boy.

Lear looked down at the kid lying on the floor.

"Damn... kid got the drop on me..."

It was just a dislocated shoulder, though... He'd be alright.

Apon hearing the commosion across the room Underlord Moore stood up and dashed over to see what was going on. He arived to see one of the soldiers laying on the ground unconcious holding a knife, and another solder standing over him laughing.

"What the hell is going on here?"

He signaled to a medic to attend to the boy

"Get him out of here." with that he knodded his head to the medic who dragged the boy out of the door. The medic opened his case and pulled out a long neddle, he pulled it back filling the serringe with air then plunged it into the boys heart, killing him rather painfully.

Underlord Moore walked out of the door and over to the main complex where Lord Murray's office was located. He walked into the office and shut the door behind him.

"My lord we have a problem. The boy you sent to fight Lear pulled a knife on him to early and Lear disabled him."

Murray: "I hope you have the situation under control. I don't want that boy leaving here alive."

Moore: "It's already been taken care of sir."

Murray: "Good. Detain Lear until the address, I'll take care of this personally."

"Any idea who he is, Lear?"
Brandt bent down and picked up the weapon that had been used to attack the man.
"Nice work, by the way. Quick"

Ichigo clapped.

"Nicely handled, my friend. I would of put a bullet in his head, but your way is probably better."

She looked around cautiosly.

"What do you think our "Commanders" will think of this?"

OOC: aww, spectrome, you messed us all up

OCC:Yea, you kind of did.

OOC: you've got a while before the underlord gets back. you have time to play around still.

OOC: oh well. let's just keep it rolling.

Lear saw the man with the needle kill Crocker. He'd seen that done before. Killing a soldier with easily healed wounds. They'd killed Crocker to shut him up. He now knew something was wrong. Emperor Psycho wanted something with him...

"His name was Crocker."

Lear took the knife from Brandt and put it in the sheath, which had fallen off the kid's belt in the confusion. He stashed it in his coat.

"Soldiers don't attack other soldiers they barely know. They want something... Keep your guard up."

"Indeed, my friend." Said Ichigo. "It seems the Emperor has taken a special interest in you, perhaps?"

OCC:This might by my last post for tonight.

Brandt nodded in agreement, and checked to make sure there was a new shell in his Benelli.

"Soldiers don't attack other soldiers they barely know. They want something... Keep your guard up."

Anderson certainly agreed with that statement. "You better believe my guard's up. This whole thing is already way beyond FUBAR." He patted his coat, just to make sure the H&K USP .45 was still right where he needed it.

Lear quickly loaded his Desert Eagles and Beretta. Something Ugly, even Uglier than this, was about to happen. He could feel it.

OOC: too bad this is getting somewhere, i'll probably be going soon too.

Anderson certainly agreed with that statement. "You better believe my guard's up. This whole thing is already way beyond FUBAR." He patted his coat, just to make sure the H&K USP .45 was still right where he needed it.
OOC: what's FUBAR (sorry about the ignorance)

OOC: it's not going anywhere tonight. I really need to go. This is my last post for the night. No god modding my characters either, i have a rather extensive plan for this.

OOC: what's FUBAR (sorry about the ignorance)

OOC: F***ed Up Beyond All Reason

OOC: Well, this makes for a nice cliffhanger anyway.

OOC: ah. so are we going to call it off for now, until spectrome gets back, or shall we keep going?

OOC: F***ed Up Beyond All Reason

OOC: Well, this makes for a nice cliffhanger anyway.
OOC:yes, it does, i suppose

OOC: Well, seeing as our storyteller is gonna leave, I think I'll have to go too.
I'll be back sometime in the early afternoon.

OOC: i'll be back, but not 'til evening. so who knows how it will all end up. all of us playing catch-up, no doubt.

OOC: later, all

OOC: WTF! I disappear for awhile and all this happens someone please update me!

IC:
Josef had spent the last few hours just following everyone else round going wherever they went. He felt a bit high on whenever it was he had jsut smoked.
"Uh what's going on guys? Anyone want this sheet I filled in?"

Sheet:

Name: Josef Geovovich
Region of Origin: Mosul Square, Maslawyia
Unique Skills: Ability to gain entry to high security areas and kill everyone inside.
Special training: Espionage, explosives, room-clearer
Experience: Lifetime

As Underlord Moore walked back to building 2 to deal with Lear he grabbed a small detachment of 10 heavily armed guards.

Man, I hope that this Lear guy doesn't put up a fight. Lord Murray would not be happy if I had to kill him.

Moore and his security detachment walked up to Lear and his group. 3 of the guards raised their P90 assault rifles and aimed them at Lear while the rest of the detachment stood with their weapons at the ready facing the rest of the group.

Moore, talking to Lear, said in a commanding voice, "come with me now and nobody else will get hurt."

Anderson reluctantly stood and looked down the barrel of the P90 of the guard assigned to cover him. He turned to Lear and said, "You might want to do what he says."

Damn. Just when I honestly thought this whole debacle couldn't get anymore f***ed up. About the only good thing about this is that it is Lear and not me. But who's to say it won't eventually be 'my turn'?

Anderson grimaced at the thought.

Lear nodded, holstered his guns and held out his hands, expecting handcuffs.

He looked into Moore's eyes with a look that said "I know what you're doing."

Josef waited for someone to attempt to explain what was going on....

(OOC: Why not just read all the new posts since your last visit?)

( IC: )

As Lear stretched out his arms, Anderson did something he rarely did. He mentally said a prayer.

Oh Lord, I know I have sinned greatly, but please honor my request. Please protect this man, who only harmed to prevent being harmed himself....

Josef waited for someone to attempt to explain what was going on....
Brandt waved a confused looking soldier over too his bench. Bending down, he flicked a switch on his shotgun, choosing the autococker , and spoke to the man. "The sheet goes to that man who is arresting Lear there. things are going to get ugly soon, so you can make a diversion right now before it starts by gving him your sheet now. Walk up calmly, " here he glanced at the paper in the man's hand, "Josef, and you can buy us some time. sound good?"Brandt tapped his pipe out in the nearby ashtray and hid it in his jacket, and then turned to face Josef eye to eye.

OOC:oh. he went offline. i'm too slow, i guess.

OOC: we gonna do anything, SR? or should we wait for other people?

(OOC: I'll probably wait. I've got a meeting in about an hour anyway.)

"I could give him the sheet and then I could clear this room but you're going to have to make it pretty clear who we're gunning after."

Josef got up slowly his trenchcoat rattling its deadly contents. Casually, he strutted over to the man who had just arrested Lear, his boots clicked on the surface below. He handed the man the sheet and then turned back walking over to Brandt while his hand entered his trenchcoat.

OOC: woot! here we go!

OOC: We should probably wait for some others.

Lear saw Josef give Moore the registration sheet, and walk away.

No, no, no! For God's sake, stay out of this! I don't want any of you getting killed! He thought to himself hopelessly, knowing that no-one could hear his thoughts...

We got a lot of them. No snakes though. Does that help?


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Congrats

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Now Jimmy Anderson's detective sense was really starting to tingle. My senses had better be wrong, but something extremely bad is about to happen....

Josef looked a Brandt as he walked toward him and nodded. It was only a slight movement of the head and he hoped it would be enough. His breaths deepened, his heart beat......

BANG!

He leaped into the air releasing two flash bangs either side of him hoping it would be enough to disorientate Moore and spun through the air so he faced Lear's captors while clutching a shotgun and fired.....

OoC - I haven't read but the first and last pages, but is it okay for me to join in? If so, here it goes. If not, just ignore this alltogether.

As former Jefreto(Corporal) of the Umojan Defence Force, before the imperalistic takeover, Leonid "Zulu" Romanov, was well trained in the military arts and have worked as a mercenary for the last six years, during the civil war. His wife and two daughters were executed for being family with a soldier of the socialistic army when the United Socialistic States of Umojan was still socialistic, so now he tries to gather enough money to start a new life, out of the way of his persuders.

He entered the western port only to see that a lot of people were already there.
"Damn, this means that I may not get a job. I really have to ask for references when I finish a job in the future, now all I got to go on is my reputation."

OOC: where'd that come from, Opinno?

Brandt's trigger finger was getting itchy, but he stayed seated as he saw that none of the others took the quickly fading chance. another chance would probably not come until Lear had been taken away and, most likely, extirminated as his attacker had been.

Lear saw the shotgun and hit the floor, pulling his Beretta out of the Ankle Holster and crawling along the floor in the confusion.

He was crouched as soon as Josef spun, and he blasted the shotgun out of the Underlord's hand with a well aimed shot, and was now covering Moore's soldiers, daring them to move.

OOC: I really think we should've waited... the others are gonna be pissed...

Josef landed behind Brandt he motioned at Lear to take care of Moore while pumped and blasted at the surrounding guards....

OOC: I really think we should've waited... the others are gonna be pissed...
OOC: yeah. too late now, i guess.

Josef landed behind Brandt he motioned at Lear to take care of Moore while pumped and blasted at the surrounding guards....
OOC: wow, Josef. bloodthirsty, are we?

OOC: I barely get to RP in this thread cos of timezone differences I believe so lets keep it going for a bit. I know when I go to bed I'll wake up with another 5 pages that I will have missed :mad:

Anderson brought up his shotgun and began to analyze the situation. Clearly, a couple of his new comrades had planned a breakout of some sort. And now, like it or not, he was caught in the thick of it.

Crap! Crap! Crap! What the hell do I do now?!

As the blood spilled all around him Josef quickly decided to make a quick mental note of who was coping under pressure, Brandt, Lear but Anderson looked slightly shaken......

A guard quickly broke his train of thought as he ran towards him:

*Chik, chik BOOM!*

A headless corpse was all that remained of that one.....

OOC: I barely get to RP in this thread cos of timezone differences I believe so lets keep it going for a bit. I know when I go to bed I'll wake up with another 5 pages that I will have missed :mad:
OOC: i'm amazed thaT i missed as little as i did overnight.

OoC - Here's what one gets up if he looks up Leonid Romanov in any well-supplied Database.

IC:

Subject:
ID: #5577
Name: Leonid Romanov
Rank: Former Jefreto(Corporal) in the UDF
Alias: Zulu
Sex: Male
City of Birth: Cerongrad, Umojan


Abilities:
Strength: Average
Durability: Great
Agility: World Class
Mind: Above Average
Education: Fair

Skills:
A Gung Fu Sensei, this mercenary has his own Dojo where he train others in the arts of Shaolin. He is well trained in any close combat, including knives and other hand weapons and moderatly trained with handguns and rifles. He is known to have taken out a group of 15 men, armed with knives, shotguns and handguns, by himself, without any gun at all, during a mission in Kuwait. Lost his wife and two daughters in the civil war in Umojan, leaving a man with no regrets.

Description:
Always wears a black Tunika with an emblem on his back, displaying a white dragon inside a yellow circle. The same symbol is tattooed on his left shoulder.
He have yellow eyes, black hair, and pale, white, skin.
He also carries a pair of sun-glasses with green lenses.

Equipment:
A pair of Nunchakus.
A Jo, which is a two-foot long rod of oak.
A TT Tokarev with two 7-round clips and one inside, all Dum-Dum.

OOC: Crap... too late now...

Lear, dodging the blasts from the shotgun, did his best to take down the guards that still stood.

Drawing his sword, he leapt to his feet and started cutting the guards' guns in half, following up with a bullet through the head.

He wheeled around, searching for Moore, but he'd lost him...

"Damn..."

Brandt fired two quick shots into the air, waiting for the rain of falling lead to catch people's attention. as they turned toward him and Moore got up, he surveyed the damage. all but three of the ten soldiers were dead, blasted apart by Josef's powerful shotgun. Moore was crouched on the floor, clutching a bloody hand that he himself had given. the man should be thankful he was alive. having stopped the rampages, he calmly sat down and replaced the spent shells in his benelli.

OCC:Back. Wow, alot has happend.

IC:Ichigo dropped to the ground and observed the chaos that was going on around her. She still did not think that any of this shooting of the employer's soldiers was a very smart move, but she felt more loyalty towards her new friends anyways.

Ichigo rolled and withdrew her dual Casull's, firing with precision. Her first shot hit a gaurd in the heart; her second hit one between the eyes. Her third took off both of a gaurd's legs in a dual blast. She didn't bother with disabling anyone; she was a pirate, after all. Kill or be Killed, after all.

(OOC: Have to go to a meeting. Will be back in a couple of hours.)

OoC: Let's say that Zulu was in the room all the time. I mean, there can not ONLY be these mercenaries? How about NPCs? :D

Also, the FN-P90 is a SMG, not an assault rifle. ;)

IC:
Zulu stood and looked upon the ongoing battle and sighed:
"If only those people had more patience with their bloodlust. I will have to wait all the time that they take to fight."

Suddenly, he shined up and yelled:
"Hey, which side in here will pay the most if I help? First reasonable bid wins!!"

OOC: join the crowd, Leonid

OCC:Oops, posted a little late. Lets just say Ichigo did everything before Brandt ended this.

OoC - Same as Ravea.

OOC: as did Lear

OOC: so what next? spectre isn't here, he apparently has plans for this.

As the smoke of the battle ended Zulu bowed at each and every one of the survivors and said:

"Good day, my dear companions. While it is bad to see you fight your and mine employer of such a small feud as this, I am happy to see that you all fight very well. I hope that I will make a worthy assertion to your squad."

He took of his sunglasses and smirked.

"The name is Zulu, Leonid Romanov as a civilian, but for military personell, Zulu. Nice to meet you all, I presume?"

As the smoke of the battle ended Zulu bowed at each and every one of the survivors and said:

"Good day, my dear companions. While it is bad to see you fight your and mine employer of such a small feud as this, I am happy to see that you all fight very well. I hope that I will make a worthy assertion to your squad."

He took of his sunglasses and smirked.

"The name is Zulu, Leonid Romanov as a civilian, but for military personell, Zulu. Nice to meet you all, I presume?"
Having filled his gun, Brandt turned and likewise bowed to the newcomer. "Nice style, Zulu. The name's Styner, Brandt Styner. you sure are quick with that stick of yours."

"Well, that isn't exactly a nice thing to say."

"Oh wait, you mean my Jo? Oh, well, then I can't say I disagree. However, your skill with a gun can probably outmatch mine any day at the week."

"Well, that isn't exactly a nice thing to say."

"Oh wait, you mean my Jo? Oh, well, then I can't say I disagree. However, your skill with a gun can probably outmatch mine any day at the week."
Brandt smiled at the compliment, and replied, "if you spent as much time with them as i do, you would be the same."

Lear sheathed his sword and pulled out his P90s, slamming clips into them.

He then rounded on Brandt, eyes filled with rage.

"What the hell were you thinking?!"

"You know," Said Ichigo, "I have to side with Lear on this one. This was all a bit.....Extreme." She looked at all the corpses lying on the ground.

"And Hello, Zulu. I am Ichigo Kowa. Pleased to meet you."

" i was thinking to keep you from having your heart exploded and being thrown in the trash compactor. can we focus on Moore here, not on figting each other?"

Lear nodded in Zulu's direction, and said "Good to meet you, Zulu, but I'm afraid this isn't a time for... formal introductions."

His attention returned to Brandt. "You IDIOT! You could very well have just signed our Death Warrants!!!"

" as it goes, i was planning on just overpowering them, not slaughtering them. if you need to deal with that, ask Josef. (who has left)"

Lear looked around for Josef, who had, somehow, disappeared.

He muttered to himself, "There goes our pay..."

Brandt nodded calmly. "Let it be on my head, then. I'm sure more people will come to do something about it soon."

"He has a point, Brandt. This was too much."

Ichigo walked next to Moore, who was cradeling his bloody hand, and kicked him viciously. She then bound up the bleeding hand with some medical tape from inside her jacket. She pulled him upright, then punched him in the face.

"Why did that kid try to kill Lear? I know it was no accident."

Lear ran over to Ichigo, and put a hand on her shoulder, trying to pull her away.

"I should be asking that."

Ichigo nodded, then stepped backwards.

"He's all your's then, Lear.

As Moore slid along the wall he watched his troops trying to maintain the situation. The three men who'd been covering Lear were already dead, and the 7 others had their hands full. He knew the distinctive chatter of the P60s as they took down anybody the guards saw with a drawn gun. He knew Lear would be looking for him so he acted fast. Pulling his radio to his mouth he pressed the button and yelled "we've got trouble in building 2, deploy countermeasures." within a few seconds a green gas was floating to the ground and all the doors had slammed shut, a few seconds later everybody in the building, including Moore, was unconsous.

After a few minutes a team of Spectroman regulars wearing gas masks came in in started sorting through the crowd. The guards were dragged outside and treated for their wounds, they also grabbed Moore and his captains. Everybody else in the building was hand cuffed and brought outside and disarmed. It would be another half hour before anybody woke up so they had plenty of time to act.


As Lord Murray paced around outside in the courtyard looking at the handcuffed and unconsous mercs he thought only one thing.

This was a horrible idea.

In the meantime he had the commanders int he other buildings assemble the remaining recruites in the courtyard behind the occupants of building 2. They had strict orders to dissarm everybody to prevent anythign else like this from happening. He couldn't help but wonder why the hell he hadn't done that in the first place.

Brandt watched as Lear ran over to Moore, who was alive because Brandt had chosen notto do just what Lear was blaming him for. but the spotlight was off him, and that was just as good to him.

Before everything went dark, Lear managed a punch to the stomach and a "Who sent you!?"

As Moore slid along the wall he watched his troops trying to maintain the situation. The three men who'd been covering Lear were already dead, and the 7 others had their hands full. He knew the distinctive chatter of the P60s as they took down anybody the guards saw with a drawn gun. He knew Lear would be looking for him so he acted fast. Pulling his radio to his mouth he pressed the button and yelled "we've got trouble in building 2, deploy countermeasures." within a few seconds a green gas was floating to the ground and all the doors had slammed shut, a few seconds later everybody in the building, including Moore, was unconsous.

After a few minutes a team of Spectroman regulars wearing gas masks came in in started sorting through the crowd. The guards were dragged outside and treated for their wounds, they also grabbed Moore and his captains. Everybody else in the building was hand cuffed and brought outside and disarmed. It would be another half hour before anybody woke up so they had plenty of time to act.


As Lord Murray paced around outside in the courtyard looking at the handcuffed and unconsous mercs he thought only one thing.

This was a horrible idea.

In the meantime he had the commanders int he other buildings assemble the remaining recruites in the courtyard behind the occupants of building 2. They had strict orders to dissarm everybody to prevent anythign else like this from happening. He couldn't help but wonder why the hell he hadn't done that in the first place.
OOC: whoa! the almighty writer appeared. you messed it up agin, Spectrometer! :rolleyes:

OOC: i'm not the one messing things up. I had a physics test I had to go take, i didn't even dream that you guys would go and mess things up this bad. It's my fault for not dissarming you hooligans in the first place.

OOC: Yeah... no offense, but your timing's a little off.

OOC: thats what you get for god moding my underlord

Ichigo felt an odd smell touch her nose.

"Gas!" She thought instently. She tried to hold her breath and get out of the building, but to no avail; she soon dropped unconcious.

As the fog on his mind cleared, Brandt found himself on the hard paving stones of the courtyard, surrounded by the fuzzy yet inert bodies of those he was caling comrades, as long as the job lasted. shaking his head, the second thing he noticed was the large pile of weapons behind a ring of guards, all wearing the rejected Spectrome uniform.

As he was disarmed and handcuffed, without any resistance, of course, and led out with the others, Zulu immediatly tried to think up a plan to get away. In the end, he just did what every sensible man would have done and yelled:

"If you check the scurity cameras, you can easily see that I did NOT attack anyone of you nor did I draw any weapon, so if you don't let me go, I will kill you all, understood? There is not one man in here that I cannot kill with my bare hands."

Lear drifted back, and the world swam before his eyes.
He tried to pick himself up, but found himself handcuffed.
His weapons were gone, and he was lying on his side on cold stone.

"Aw, shit..." he muttered to himself, for what he knew would not be the last time...

OOC: we didn't kill him, Spec. on purpose. just don't ever make the mistake of taking away a Merc's irreplaceable collections of weapons. You may be abandoned with your story in your hands

Ichigo woke up a while later, in a disorented haze. She had no idea what was going on, or where she was. It took her a while to notice that she had no weapons. She eventually evaluted that she had been disarmed and was now being held in the courtyard.

Seeing the pirate who had been introduced to him as Ichigo wake up, Brandt caught her eye and nodded as a way of greating without attracting the guard's attention

Ichigo saw Brandt nod, and she caught his eye. She looked at the gaurds, then she rolled her eyes, as if to say, "What now?"

OoC: How many guards are there out in the courtyard right now?

OoC: How many guards are there out in the courtyard right now?
OOC: i don;t know
i was just assuming that guards would be present. ASk Spectrome

(OOC:
>_>
<_<

All of them, I think.)

Lear looked over to Ichigo, and mouthed, "What the hell just happened?"

As Moore came to he was glad to see everybody handcuffed with their weapons in a neat pile across the yard behind heavy guard.

Perfect procedure he though

Moore stood up and shook himself off, he walked over to Lord Murray who looked quite frustrated. "Sir, I don't know what happened, somebody threw up flash bangs and then started blasting my men, I slipped away so I could get the gas released."

Lord Murray look at moore in dissapointment, "god damn it man! do you know how much of a nightmare this is going to be?"

Moore fell to his knee and begged for Lord Murray's forgivness "i'm sorry sir."

Just then a young guard ran up and bowed. "My lords, we have the video of what happened in there in the moments before we released the gas. I can point you to the men responsible."

Murray knodded, the guard then led him over to the crowed and pointed out Brandt, Josef, and Lear. Murray's face changed to a slight grin, "have them pulled out and brought to the front." With that Murray took of his service jacket and walked to the front. When the guards had brought the 3 men to the front Murray ordered them to be uncuffed.

"I see we have trouble makers. A certain lack of respect for authority was expected, but you 3 seem especially defiant. I will now show you what we do to defiant people."

Before he even finished his sentence Murray sent a swift kick into Lear's chest, sending him reeling backwards, without even flinching he bent the other direction and punched Brandt in the sternum while at the same time landing his other foot square on the side of Josef's head. He stood up and waited for the 3 men to regain their composure. "Give me your best. I'll show you how I earned my title."

OOC: well, Spectrome, where's our plot? it's all been good enough so far. Just oddly timed :rolleyes:

Lear looked over to Ichigo, and mouthed, "What the hell just happened?"

Ichigo was not able to respond as Lear was held up then kicked in the chest.

OCC:Wait....Ichigo shot and killed a few men, and is not being punished??

OOC: i'm trying to stage a showdown between Lord Murray and one of the mercs. Looks like we ended upw ith more than 1 though. Hopefully in the end we can all come to a reasonable arangment and you people will eventually get your assignments in my military.

OoC: That mean that we cannot kick their arses. I was thinking of disarming three or four of them and shooting the rest, but it may be a bit hard this way.

IC:
"Damn it, I would kill for my Jo or my Nunchakus right now. Lucky you bastards that you didn't touch the glasses, if you had, I would cut each of you open with your own belts."

Lear stumbled backwards, and waited for the guards to remove his cuffs.

None did.

"Well, shit," He thought. "I'm gonna have to improvise."

With that, he ran at Murray and, leaping into the air, delivered a flying dropkick to his chest, landing on his back and rolling to his feet.

Ichigo was not able to respond as Lear was held up then kicked in the chest.

OCC:Wait....Ichigo shot and killed a few men, and is not being punished??

OOC: bear with me, i haven't forgoten you.

OOC: what, spectrome, are we unarmed? or are we having it be something we're trained in?

Lear stumbled backwards, and waited for the guards to remove his cuffs.

None did.

"Well, shit," He thought. "I'm gonna have to improvise."

With that, he ran at Moore and, leaping into the air, delivered a flying dropkick to his chest, landing on his back and rolling to his feet.

OOC: you were uncuffed. fight like it

OOC: bear with me, i haven't forgoten you.

OCC:Alrighty.

As Lears drop kick landed in his chest Murray rolled his body to the side and spun onto the ground. He quickly jumped back up and redied himself for the next attack.

OOC: Oh. (woot woot! Hundredth post! Go me!)

Lear on his feet again, rushed at Murray for another attack, and tackled him, rolling into a heavy grapple, with Murray's head under his arm and his knee in Murray's back.

"This all you got?"

Not seeing Lear moving he took 2 steps and stood directly infront of a shaken brant, still trying to regain his breath. With a swipe of the leg he sent Brandt to the ground.

Brandt lunged with his left fist at Murray's face, but then dropped, throwing himself broadside at the man's legs in an attempt to take him down. as the man flipped over him, whether in a dodge, or having been caught in the knees, Brandt kept rolling another few feet, and the leapt to his feet again in a low crouch.

When Murray was distracted, Lear rushed over, knocked his legs out from under his opponent, and fell backward himself, driving his elbow into Murray's throat.

Zulu took the Horse stance (http://www.shaolin.com/page.asp?content_id=1014) position and delivered a hammerfist in the closest guard's nose, crushing it completely. A swift hook kick and a couple of leopard fists later and he had three knocked out guards around him and his Jo in one hand, his TT Tokarev in his other hand and his nunchakus in his belt. He smiled.

"Never, ever, prevent me from having my hands free.

OOC: wait -is it Moore or Murray? moore would be amazing to be this good, having just lost a few fingers.

After Lear tackled him from behind Murray found himself in a comprimised position. With his free hand he reached around and grabbed on of Lear's feet. With a swift yank he pull the foot almost too his face (and all the way to Lear's chest). This sent Lear backwards pulling Murray's head with him. Once on the ground on he was ontop of Lear facing him. With a hard headbutt directly into Lear's face he was Lear slip back into unconcousness. After freeing himself from his grip he stood back up and waited for Josef and Brandt.

Lear rolled to his feet, and jumped on Murray's back, both feet landing squarely on the small of his back. Lear stomped hard on Moore and jumped back again.

OOC: Cheapass...

OOC: this is why i didn't wanna fight 3 people at the same time. it's too hard to keep things straight, now we're all out of order, and one guy isn't even here.

OOC: wait -is it Moore or Murray? moore would be amazing to be this good, having just lost a few fingers.

OOC: it's supposed to be Murray. replace Moore with Murray in everything.

OOC: Again, oh.

Lear was headbutted in a clever reversal, and slumped back, pretending to be unconscious.

OOC: screw it, we're too far out of order now. If you guys wanna keep playing go ahead. I'm out

Brandt saw how easily the Lord had taken down Lear, who was far quicker than himself. spinning around, he tackled the nearest guard around the knees, hearing a satisfactory crack as the legs broke. tumbling still, he was at the weapons in a flash and picked up his p99. Spinning again he grabbed Josef's shotgun and tossed it to him, so that the man would have some sort of a chance.

OOC: screw it, we're too far out of order now. If you guys wanna keep playing go ahead. I'm out
OOC: so what should happen now?
i'd rather just keep the plot going

Sensing Murray's legs close to him, Lear quickly blew his legs out from under him and rolled over, grabbing him by the throat and pinning him down.

He looked to Brandt and shouted "TAKE HIM!"

Ichigo was somewhat dissapointed in not having a chance to fight. She saw Zulu taking out some gaurds, and he was closest too her.

"Zulu! Could you break my cuffs?"

Sensing Murray's legs close to him, Lear quickly blew his legs out from under him and rolled over, grabbing him by the throat and pinning him down.

He looked to Brandt and shouted "TAKE HIM!"
Brandt quickly yet calmly put the requested bullet between Murray's eyes, and watched as the consciousness faded from them.

He holstered the gun and walked over to the pair, helping the bruised Lear to his feet.
"Amazing fight, Lear. i could have never done it." he now gave a wry grin. "not nearly speedy enough." shrugging, he went to collect the rest of his weapons.

OCC:Meh, i'm out for the night. See you all!

OoC - I say we continue.

After emptying a magazine of his Tokarev into a pair of guards he sheathed the pistol and drawed his nunchakus. He used the chain of his nunchakus to disarm a third guard and his Jo to slap a fourth guard in his neck, breaking it in the process. A roundhouse kick later and a couple of hammerfists and knife hands later and the two of them was dead before they had fallen to the ground.

Lear accepted Brandt's help and dusted off his coat.

"4 years with Delta Force teaches you some things..."

He as well, went about gathering his weapons.

Zulu quickly drawed and reloaded his pistol and shot Ichigo's cuff's chain apart, freeing her in the process. The rest of the magazine was basically used to executing dying soldiers and guard.

Suddenly tired again, Brandt, after picking up the rest of his gear, coud only watch as the rest of the prisoners took out the remaining guards. He watched with particular interest as the one called Zulu moved almost faster than eyes could follow to take down the guads nearest him.

Zulu realized that he had one bullet left in his clip when he had executed all the survivors. He unloaded the clip, keeping the last bullet in the gun, and loaded his last clip. Afterwards, he looked around, and saw nothing but dead soldiers.

"Okay, is there anyone left alive on the opposing force? And do anyone else need help in removing his cuffs, or are you free, all of you?"

he was amazed that the fighter even had time to reload and break loose the pirate Ichigo. As soon as she was free, the pirate faded back into real life. :eek:

Lear was quite impressed at Zulu's abilities.

"Did you, by chance, serve with the Delta Force (Mercenary Squad)?"

Feeling his strength returning as the last effects of the gas wore off, Brandt rumaged through one of the guard's things until he found a small key, which he promptly used to free the remaining prisoners from their cuffs.

No, Lear-san, I have not worked with them. The only mercenary I have worked with before is Igmus 'Iggy' Palkov.

As he stepped out of his trance-like horse stance he suddenly realized a sharp wound in his left shoulder.

"Damn, I've been hit, twice. Anyone have any band aid? I don't think I will be able to use this shoulder in a while."

OoC - Some clarifications:

My character really isn't that fast, it's just that Kung Fu is pretty fast and reloading a TT Tokarev isn't that hard to do fast, I've done it myself in r/l.

Walking uver to Zulu, he saw that the wounds in question were from a gun. one had gone sraight thru, having barely nicked the shoulder, but the other round was lodged in the flesh. he bandaged both as well as he could from the small FA kit he packed, but knew that the bullet would cause major problems if left in the wound. Turning to the crowd, He asked if anyone was a healer, or if they knew which building contained those of that precious craft. "this wound is beyond my meagre skill. but if we don't do anything about it, the amazing display you just saw will never happen again, as Zulu will probably lose his arm, maybe even his life."

OOC: ah well, it seems impressive to me anyways. :rolleyes:

"Oh, it hitted one of those blood-ampulls or-what's-it's-name, right? Oh well, if I buys it, it have been nice fighting with the lot of you, all of you."

Zulu bowed deeply.

"Now, that that is taken care of, how about entering this palace's medicare? Might be able to convince someone there to help me out if no-one here is a medic."

Lear stepped forward, and undid the bandage around Zulu's arm.

"Hold still, and try not to flex."

He then pushed his fingers into the wound, and came out with a slug in his hand, which he tossed aside.

He redid the bandaging and turned to the others.

"Sometimes you just have to pull it out."

Seeing that noone showed themselves immediately, Brandt then did the next best thing and took a walkie-talkie from the belt of a dead soldier, and requesed medical help in the Square outside the training buildings.

Brandt grinned in appreciation for Lear's feat, and handed him a cloth to wipe Zulu's blood off his hands with. "Nonetheless, i think someone trained in the healing arts should have a look at it, to make sure nothing else is wrong."

Zulu sat down and placed all his weapons in different spots on his Tunika.

"Okay, now that that's taken care of, and since we have no employer, what are we 'bout to do now? I really need some cash to send home to my group, so I would appreciate if you got any connections to some work."


OoC - It's 04:08 here in Sweden now, really needs to get to bed. Have school tomorrow, or rather, today, at 08:45. Sleep well, and I will reply in school today.

OOC/IC: so are we still gonna join the mad emporer's army? we did just kill some of his best guys, but, the money's probably still there. we probably should finish in the plaza and head back to building 2. or we could infiltrate the entire palace and find out what it;s all about. but whatever. we have no plot as of now. :eek:

Zulu sat down and placed all his weapons in different spots on his Tunika.

"Okay, now that that's taken care of, and since we have no employer, what are we 'bout to do now? I really need some cash to send home to my group, so I would appreciate if you got any connections to some work."


OoC - It's 04:08 here in Sweden now, really needs to get to bed. Have school tomorrow, or rather, today, at 08:45. Sleep well, and I will reply in school today.
OOC: i will be leaving soon as well. see you tomorrow, Sweden.

OoC: Nah, I'd say leave it there, don't want to mess up his goverment.

However, I might have something. Y'now the civil war in Umojan? The problem is that I would still like to play with Zulu, so any other offer than that one is actually better.

OoC: Nah, I'd say leave it there, don't want to mess up his goverment.

However, I might have something. Y'now the civil war in Umojan? The problem is that I would still like to play with Zulu, so any other offer than that one is actually better.
what, you mean a new thread?(well, an old one, i guess)

Lear finished wiping Zulu's blood off his hands and pulled on his gloves and replaced his guns and sheath in their respective places.

"I don't care where we go, as long as we get the hell outta here."

"why do we have to leave? if we're not wanted, they will let us know, but if we are, then i still need the pay."
OOC: Zulu - we could just leave this thread be for now, and go play with these characters or others in your civil war thread. i'm betting Specs will apreciate not having the plot destroyed further :rolleyes:

OOC: alright! only 39 posts till a hundred! i'll catch up to you soon, king Lear
anyways, i'm out for the night. see yous all tomorrow, whenever i have the time :rolleyes: later, peoples.

Lear thought for a moment, then decided.

"I Don't want this psycho's money. I want to get out of here before we're swarmed with guards."