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Stale air filled the relatively small room, along with a group of men sitting at a table. Surrounded by cement walls, and small amounts of the lighting, it wasn’t an overly comfortable. However, the occupants of the room had grown accustom to the rooms condition, having attended meetings there for the past ten years.

“So why have you called us here” asked one of the men impatiently

A man sitting in at the head of the table quickly answered the question “Because we are advancing the timetable” immediately chatter broke out in the room, with a raise of his arm the room fell silent “There are a number of reasons for this change of plans” explained the man “First being the loss of one of the shipments from our contacts in Clairmont, by Dedecus”

“That was not my our fault” shot the Dedecus representative to the group “It was only a matter of time until it happened. Besides, the first X was only able to capture a single member, one who knows nothing might I …”

“But the First X has began a further investigation” interrupted another. “The Dedecus organization has put us all at risk of exposure. You should have allowed the C.O.T to handle the weapon.”

“The C.O.T is a dinosaur, and you should all have been put out of your misery long ago” yelled the Dedecus representative; the anger could be heard in his voice. In the fit of anger he reached into his pocket pulling outside arm.

“Enough!” yelled the man in corner “Now sit down.” To show how serious he rose to his feet and began walking around the table. “The First X is not a problem, the problem is we no longer have the weapons, they are sitting in a Tappee R&D, which means they will soon come up with way to counter them. Besides, there are other more important reasons to why we have stepped up the time table.”

A smile came across the C.O.T representatives face, he knew where this was going “The Orion conflict.”

“Right my friend” responded the man walking around the table “Even as we speak Tappee Forces are locked in a fierce battle for the Capital of Steel Butterfly. Even if they do win that will be force to leave a garrison behind for the rebuilding, an action that will stretch their military resources to the limit.”

There was silence as everyone in the room thought of what the man was saying, and how it related to their own objective.

“So if what you say is true, and Tappee will over extended military wise, then why do we need the help of our Clairmont contact.” Inquired the Dedecus Rep

Taking his seat at the head of the table addressed the Dedecus Rep’s question “Your not to bright, but then again that’s ok. Like us they want to seal the deal, they want to make sure that Tappee can in no way interfere with their plans, and us the same. We keep Tappee occupied, they keep Clairmont busy, and in the end everyone gets what they want. They have given us sufficient supplies so that we can proceed with our objectives.”

Sitting back in his chair the C.O.T rep let out a bit of sigh. “Ok so we have the resources, but because we are moving ahead of plan, we are going to fall short in the personal area, you haven’t given us time to full fill our recruitment quotas”

“Your right I haven’t, but I have already found a way around it” answered the man at the head of the table “We have a single person be our public face, someone that will draw people to him, someone that will stop at nothing to see Tappee burn to the ground”

Looking at everyone in the room the Dedecus Rep slammed his palms against the table “You have to be kidding me, no here wants be seen in public, there too much to loss. Which person here are you going to send out to this public face of yours”

“I never said that it would be anyone here did I. I’ve got someone better, I purpose that we get Dylan Phobo to be our public face.”

Immediately the C.O.T rep burst out laughing “you have to be joking, Dylan Phobo has been rotting in level 15 Military prison for the last ten years, the location of the prison changes every ten days, we have no idea where he even is.” He took a moment to catch his breath “Lets theoretically that you where able to get him out, there is no why that we could control him.”

“Who’s Dylan Phobo” asked someone else a bit confused

However, his question was ignored as the man at the head of the table gave the group a bit of smile “I never joke, you all should know that. Steps are already being taken to gain Dylan Phobo’s release, the details are not for you to know. Another thing, I have no intention of controlling Phobo, his actions will fit perfectly with ours. We are going to arm him then set him loose. Now that will be all for this meeting.”

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Dedecus Representative

The roaring engine of a speeder could be heard overhead, as a lone woman made her way through the shadows. Her steps echoed through the dark alley, few dared venturing into the underworld of Crinis. Crinis was one of the largest populated centres in Tappee, so naturally crime there was also the highest. Privileged lived in the upper echelon, with the average in the middle, and all the rest resided at the bottom.

Cutting through the shadows, the woman made note of her surroundings, planning a possible escape if needed While passing a bum, who was sleeping under a cardboard box, she took a second glance to make sure that he wasn’t more then he appeared. Feeling safe she rounded the corner stopping in front of a dumpster.

“Your late” said a man stepping out from behind the shadows.

Letting her head fall back she let out a brief sigh “Greg I’m not late, you just always early, so it seems like I’m late. Beside, don’t you know that time never matter anyways”

Greg looked up and down the ally way to make sure that they were not being watched “Have you got what I need” he was rather annoyed in the fact that he was running late. Add to that the fact that he didn’t like being seen in public.

Quickly she pulled out a data crystal, and went to hand “Here are the coordinate for the prison ship, I was able to slip a computer virus into the ship next Data upload, it will give a 20 minute window to make your move.” As Greg reached out the crystal she pulled it back “So I trust that our arrange still stands”

Grabbing air Greg though about taking a step forward but quickly though other wise know the woman reputation “Yes, you’ll be Dylan number two, and when the time comes you get to kill Jon Anerton” hearing what she wanted she handed the crystal over to Greg “I know it none of my business, but why do hate the man so much, Jon I mean”

“Your right it is none of our business” answered the woman as she turned away.

Again nervously Greg looked down the alley to make sure that they were no being watched, when he turned his attention back to the woman he found that she was gone. Running to corner he looked all around only to find shadows

“How does she always do that” he said quietly under his breath

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Greg

Located nearly seven miles under the oceans surface, sitting in absolute darkness was TMSPP-34. It was a level 15-security prison designed for those that were too dangerous to be free but also too valuable to be dead. It was designed for complete security, every 10 ten days it changed located, based on information provided by a on board A.I system, every nine day it would receive a data upload as to any prisoner transfers. Onboard the station was a state of the art weapons detection system, all personal enter the station were checked for weapons, further more should any weapons fire be detected the station would automatically self destruct. Prisoner, where kept in solitary confinement receiving a single meal a day, and no exercise breaks. This had been Dylan Phobo’s home for the last ten years.

Blue artificial light laminated the mess hall, as few of the night shift workers enjoyed a snack.

“So did you here the one about the blond and the red head” asked a man to his friend

The shook his head as he took a bit of his food

“Well there this red head right and she say to the blond..”

However, before he could finish the lights suddenly went out, for a moment the two sat in total darkness until the emergency light came on. In panic they ran to the stations command centre only to find that every one there was equally confused.

“What is going on?” yelled the station

“All systems are down, we have a complete system shut down, at this rate we have no more the 30 min of oxygen” answered someone

“How is that possible we have multiple back system” suddenly the commander stopped, feeling a slight vibration make it’s way across the station “did anyone else feel that”

It happen again, this time it was much more stronger “We’re being boarded” proclaim the Command “Quick activate the” His word were cut short by sudden pain in his chest, and pain that grew stronger and stronger with each passing moment. With in moment all the other members of the crew where affected. One by one they fell to ground lifeless, except one.

Despite the horrible scene before him the lone survivor made his way through the station the docking station to find a docked ship waiting. Going over to the control consol he extended the platform to the waiting ship.

There was a brief hiss of air as the pressurized seal on the ship was released, and the ships occupants made their way in the shuttle

“Phobo, is in cell 13” called out the man behind the consol “And please hurry I’m grown tired of this place. I cooked for these bastards every day, and all I heard was 'this food suck', or 'are trying to kill me with this food'" he kneeled down beside a body laying on the ground "guess what, I was. never trust a cook that wouldn't eat the food he makes"

A worried aid rushed through the endless labyrinth of hallways that was knows as the Core, his destination was the office of none other then Jade Allenson, the news that he was carrying was of the up most importance. Entering the main chamber of the Core he could see that she was in her office, with the up haste he rushed into her office placing a folder on her desk.

“Ma’am about 15 minutes ago was lost contact with TMSPP-34”

Jade just looked up at the aid, then sat back in her chair, placed glasses on the desk. Letting out sigh he began to rub the bridge of her nose, she didn’t need to read the file. She knew who was there, and what a loss of contact meant.

“Inform the appropriate government of the current situation” calmly, responded Jade.

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Jade Allenson
Commander Tappee intelligence
Lead Chair Tappee intelligence Tribunal
Daughter to Former Tappee President Smith Allenson

OOC: Im going to post something relevant as soon as possible. And at the same time im going to update my "Machinations" rp.

There was a gentle breeze moving through the garden the Robert found refreshing, like most morning he sitting out of his porch reading his daily reports. He could have done this anywhere else but found it relaxing here, it was escape for the daily stresses of his job.

He was just finishing reading the last report when his intelligence advisor pulled up infront of the house, along with several other cars. Surprise at the intrusion Robert grabbed his coffee, and stood up, stretching his muscles he started walking over toward the car “So Carl, what is important that it could not wait until I came into the office”

A serious look came over Carls face, the man was known not to show any emotion, so to do so showed the gravity of the situation. “Robert, We have just received word from Tappee intelligence the Dylan Phobo has escaped. I want to move you to a more secure location.”

The new Robert like a freight train, overcome by the new he dropped his coffee cup, it seemed like an eternity until the cup broke when it down. Felling weak he sat down on the step, and looked out across the city.

His home was placed on top of hill that over looked Iaceo’s capital. A city that was filled with life, sky scraper, and lush green parks. In Roberts mind he jumped back the view of the city ten years ago, to the fall Iaceo’s founder, Latitio Iaceo. He could remember sitting at this very stop looking at city that lay in ruins, fire could be seen, shells of the building that once stood there, that had been Latitio Iaceo legacy, death and destruction.

Since becoming Prime Minster of Iaceo he had fought to rebuild the country, fought to make it something better then what it was. Now a relic from the past was going to threaten and take it all away. Anger replaced shock and Robert got to his feet.

“Carl I want you to coordinate with Tappee Intelligence on this. Call all our force to active service, and contact the Government of Calnuxia. Let’s see if we can mobilize the CDA.”

Moments later he was taken away by Iaceo security personal, taken to a safer location.

The sound of wood colliding could be heard echoing through the giant room. For generations this is where the children of House Dorajin learned the skills of the sword. Today King Baraca Dorajin was giving his first lesson to his five-year-old niece, Makenze.

“Very good, Mak” proclaimed Baraca this time keep your arm straight” Following her uncles instruction she launch as series of attacks, all of which were easily blocked. “again, this time a bit faster”

“Excuse me sir” said a voice from somewhere in the room.

Baraca turned to see his foreign minister, and most trusted confidant standing in the door.

“Please join us Haroaz” Said Baraca has he motioned for Haroaz to enter “You can help me teach little Makenze here”

“I must decline in your request” calmly responded Haroaz “As much as I am sure that Mrs Allenson is grateful that you are taking of her children during this troubling time, I am equally sure that she would be upset with you for teaching her daughter the way of the sword”

He was quickly interrupted by Baraca “Whether Jade likes it or not, her children are half Calnuxian, and heirs the throne, and they will be taught our ways.”

Haroaz took a step back “I meant no disrespect sir. However, I did not actually come here to discuses this mater with you, it is a matter between you and Mrs Allenson. But there are more important maters at hand that require your attention.”

Baraca though to himself for a moment, he could see whatever it was it was serious. “Mak, why don’t you go play with your brother for awhile, uncle has some work to do.” With that the little turned and left to room.

“There has been some kind of situation that has developed, a situation that has both the governments of Tappee and Iaceo scared, scared to the point that they have requested the mobilization of the CDA forces.” Explained Haroaz

“What kind of situation?” inquired Baraca

“It would appear that an extremely dangerous Terrorist known as Dylan Phobo has escaped.” He handed Baraca a series of files “The truth is I have never seen either government, especially Tappee this worried before, not even with the Orion conflict.”

Taking the file Baraca took the file and began reading them “Do we know who this Dylan Phobo is” asked Baraca, he knew the information was in the report wanted the facts quickly.

“The First X sent us a dossier on him, it in section three of the report.” Answered Haroaz “according to the report he joined the Tappee’s army at the age of 18, during the C.O.T war he fought with the C.O.T. When the C.O.T fall apart with General Springs death he briefly worked as a mercenary, until he was recruited by Latitio Iaceo. According to his psychological profile he’s a borderline psychopath, so naturally he quickly moved up the ranks all the way up to Commander. He was Latitio’s third in command, after you know who. During the Tappee Iaceo War he suffered burns to his face, during a battle with Tappee forces. After Tappee’s victory and the fall of Latitio, he lead a brief resistance until he was finally captured by Tappee Special Forces, since then he had been sitting in a maximum security prison.”

“So it is safe to say that Jade and him have a rather long past together, and he has nothing but pure distain for both Tappee and Iaceo.” Baraca took a moment to run thing through his head “So it would appear that both governments are worried that he might put together some kind of attack. If this report is accurate he may try to get at Jade through the children.” He let out a bit of a sigh “Very well authorize the mobilization of the CDA, also add extra security for the kids, they go now where with out an armed escort”

"Did it go well?" The woman dressed in a black trenchcoat questioned the man sitting beside her. The park was quiet during these late hours, and its popularity wasnt much raised by its location on a neighborhood with somewhat questionable reputation. But the two were hardly afraid of muggers or someone else who would get a stupid idea of taking liberties with them.

The man replied to the woman without turning his head to look at her.
"Most splendidly. The target is free and our puppets are proceeding as we have instructed."

She chuckled at his choice of words. Puppets, well it was a good description. The Dedecus, or the "Khanate" or whatever the fools wanted to call it, was doing its job splendidly. Altough they had done their fair share of mistakes, they were still performing far better than she had first believed they would. But the poor sods truly had no clue of the truth. But that was ok with her, they were dispensable assets afterall.
"Good. Then we can start giving him the toys he needs. With the last shipment in, the risk of the First-X catching any of our hardware is practically non-existant. And if what i know of this guy is correct, he is a real loose cannon. If we hand him a good arsenal, he can cause some real havoc."

The man nodded. The timing would be right. The next phase of Operation Starfall would be coming into fruitition soon. And when the time came, it was imperative that Tappee had enough trouble home to deal with anything else.
"By the way, i got word back from the Protectorate. Our comrades there are pretty much geared up. The word was that when the time came, we should arrange everything here so they can bring whatever support this Phobo figure needs to create his own war against the Government here."

The woman nodded in acknowledgement.
"Anything else?" She asked.

"Thats pretty much it."

"Allright. And by the way, get in touch with Dedecus. I want them to understand that keeping the timetable at this hour is crucial to overall success. Give them what they need, and check out this Phobo fellow personally when you get the chance."

The man acknowledged and without even glancing at her, he left. Fifteen minutes later the woman rose up and left the park as well.

As the door open Dylan was forced to look away, he had lived in relative darkness for the last ten years; as a result he had become sensitive to light.

“Close the door!” demand Dylan. He could see the a man had entered the room, but the light had impaired his vision, so he couldn’t see who it was “Who’s there?”

“Has it been that long that you don’t recognize an old friend, or have they had you locked away in that hole for too long” said familiar voice

As the door closed and the light level in the room returned to a more pleasant level, Dylan could see the man standing before him. “Greg” proclaimed Dylan, taking joy in seeing his old apprentice again. Greg had been Dylan’s second in Command during the Iaceo resistance. From the high price suit that Greg was wearing Dylan could see that Greg was doing rather well. In a fit of anger Dylan swung out, his fist connected squarely with Greg cheek. “You son of a bitch, you left me to rot in the prison for ten years, well you lived the high life, explain to me why I don’t kill you now?”

The blow had sent Greg sprawling backwards into the wall, it took him a moment to collect himself. “what do you think that it was easy to get you out there. Besides if you kill me, then you would pass up your chance for revenge” said Greg while wiping the blood from his lip. “A lot has happened in the last ten years. After you capture the resistance fell apart, and I was forced to go under ground and buy my time. But soon realize that I could not do any thing on my own, so searched for those that had the similar goals as ours, an number of organizations joined our cause and we became known as the Hand of Ulcisor.” He looked Dylan straight in the eye, “The piece are now all in place the time for retribution has come, and we need you to lead us like you did once before”

Dylan though for a moment, the only thought that had been running through his head for the last ten had be revenge, he could fell the hate swell inside him at the thought of vengeance. “What kind of groups have joined us”

“Well the remnants of the C.O.T, and an organization know as Dedecus” quickly answered Greg

a bit of smile came across Dylans face, he had once been a apart of the C.O.T and was glad to see that it was still around even after all this time, as Dedecus he had never heard of them, but it was of no importance to him. “How do expect us to beat Tappee, they have better technology, and more man power.”

Greg let out a bit of chuckle “As I said, a lot has happened in the last ten years. Dedecus has been kind enough to supply us with all the resources that we need. Speaking of which there are some people from Dedecus that would like to meet you.” He handed Dylan a pair of sun glass “Here, these will help, if you’ll come with me.” Greg lead Dylan out of the room and in to what appeared to be a lobby to where two men where waiting. As they got closer Greg began his introductions “This is the Samuel Manson, he’s the head of the Dedecus organization, and this his associate from Clairmont I believe.”

“This is him” said Samuel while pointing at Dylan “This is your bad ass. He looks like an albino, he’s as pale as a ghost. Hey buddy why don’t you get a sun tan..”

However, Samuels word were quickly cut of as Dylan gave him a quick knee t the groin, followed by a punch to the face. Samuel was sent reeling back as blood started pouring from his noise.

Dylan turned the other man standing there. “Now do have any funny remark of your own?”

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Dylan Phobo

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Greg

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Dedecus rep

Juliano Tavros chuckled internally as Phobo replied to the comments of the other man. As he turned to face Tavros, he could plainly see that Phobo was actually enjoying this. Tavros regarded the man for a few scant seconds before replying.

"Im not a man known for my sense of humor Mr.Phobo, im here to discuss business, not to exchange snappy remarks." He replied coolly.

“Well then” answered Dylan coldly “what business do you have with me then?”

He turned to Greg “I this guy for real, I have a country to burn to the ground and he wants to sit down and have coffee.”

“That is enough, Dylan” shot Greg “Mr Tavros here has been nice enough to supply us with the means that we needed, for revenge.”

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Dylan Phobo

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Greg

Tavros' first impression of Phobo was that the dossier he had read had been wrong, it had been understating the lunacy of this man. He doubted there were even words to describe exactly how insane Dylan Phobo was, but that did not really bother Tavros. All that mattered to him was that Phobo knew how to use the weapons given to him.

"Mr. Phobo, my associates and I usually want to know someone for whom we are giving avay thirty tons of weaponry, weaponry which is more than likely more advanced than you have ever seen. We do not go handing over this kind of stuff to just about anyone. I was asked to get a first impression of you and see to if you could be trusted with those weapons. And all my organization asks in return from you is that you use that weaponry to cause as much destruction, against the Government of Tappee, as possible. Sound reasonable?"

Dylan began laughing almost uncontrollably “hahahahahahah...You could have given me a single knife, or hell even a spoon for that mater, and I would have went out there and started killing people. I have spent the last ten years rioting in hole, and the people of Tappee never batted and eye lash. I will cause destruction on such a scale, it is not even comparable to what has occurred in the past. Death is an art form and I am going to paint a master piece, the world will burn around me. hahahahahah.”

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Tavros didnt know what to think. Obviously the nuts and bolts in Phobo's head had come seriously loose during the years he had spent in prison, though he didnt want to guess how insane the man had been before being thrown to the stockade. Without his training, he wondered would he had actually felt pity for the people of Tappee who would fall victim to this madman and the tens of tons of high-technology killing hardware that was about to be laid in his hands. As it was however, he felt nothing. Only the objective mattered, and Phobo could be a very usefull tool. He regarded the man with an unflinching gaze of calmness as he laughed and vented out his willingess to start blowing things up. As Phobo finished, Tavros spoke.

"Well, you are getting more than just a spoon Mr.Phobo. Now, the weapons will be delivered in several deliveries, masked to belong to local delivery firms. Its thirty tons of hardware, so it will be a bit difficult to hide. You wont be getting any assistants to help with the operation of the weapons, however each of the weapon crates will come with its own holographic recording detailing the use of the weapons." He explained, and hoped that atleast Phobo's assistant was paying some attention to what he was saying. If these people began to mess around with an energy gun without knowing what they were doing, the results would be messy to say the least.

Greg cut into the conversation “don’t worry, our tech people are looking at the samples that you gave us, and will give Dylan a full briefing on how to use them. You want through enough trouble getting the us the weapons, we have not intention of letting them go to waste.” Greg gave Dylan a quick glance “When the time comes we will utilize them to their full ability. However, if we are done here, there is much work that we have to do. Dylan here is ten years out of date, and I think that it is time that we bring him up to speed as to what has occurred during those ten year.”

Out of the corner of his he could see Samuel still cleaning the blood “I do think that Samuel was right, you do need to get some sun light.”

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Greg

It had been an interesting meeting. Certainly, this Phobo character fas far more than a mere "loose cannon" as his superior had described it. He was an outright lunatic. But at this case, that lunacy would only serve their purposes. He only hoped that his superiors knew what they were doing when they handed over all that weaponry to Phobo.

Juliano Tavros wrote the last bits of detail to his report, and uploaded it to the comms pipeline. He glanced out of his apartment window out to the gloomy city. To him, the place looked and felt so dull. It was a massive city, no denying that, but it didnt have the kind of spice that made him enjoy his stay. He pictured explosions blossoming on those streets. Madmen running around slaughtering people at random. He savoured the thought. It wouldnt be long anymore, and then the city along with the entirety of Tappee would get far more interesting.

Greg lead Dylan out of the lobby and into another room, their meeting with Tavros had been interesting to say the least. But now that the formalities were over it was time to focus on the task at hand.

As they made their way into room Greg began the introductions “There are a number of people that are going to work with us on this. Some you know, and other you don’t” explained Greg “You already know Frasion, he’s now the leader of the C.O.T, or at least what remains” he pointed a man sitting at a table

“Frasion! Could see that you are still alive” Proclaimed Dylan “You useless sack of skin” Dylan saw the C.O.T as cowards, with the fall of their leader the organization fell apart. Most fled to protect themselves, for the moment he would tolerate their presence.

“Sitting across from Frasion is Simon Phillips, he’s the one that was responsible for killing all the guards at the prison. He’s almost as ruthless as you are.”

Reaching out Dylan shook Simons hand “love your work, those bastards had it coming”

Quickly Greg cut in, and motioned towards a shadowy figure across the room “Then there is Samantha here. If anyone is responsible for your release it is Samantha. She was the one that was able to get Simon on the crew, it was here that provide the location of prison and provided the distraction.”

As if on cue Samantha stepped out of the shadows and into the light.

A bit of a smile has come across Dylan’s face, he found Samantha to be rather attractive. Casually he made his way over, and placed his hand on Samantha’s hip “Maybe later I can thank you in the proper way”

With lightning fast reflexes Samantha grab his arm and twisted it so that Dylan himself was forced to turn exposing his back. With his back facing her she gave a quick kick to the back his knee, causing him to drop to one knee. As he fell with he other hand she shot her arm under Dylan free arm, wrapping her arm around the shoulder blade placing the palm of her hand on the back Dylan’s neck. Dylan struggled for a moment by was over come by Samantha’s strength.

“I don’t like you in the least bit” whispered Samantha into Dylan’s ear “But for the moment your goals and mine are the same, I need you as much as you need me. Get in my way, or touch me like that again, and I’ll kill you without hesitation, understand.”

“Yes” said Dylan

“Good now we can play nice” with that Samantha let him go.

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Dylan Phobo

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Samantha

After knocking on the door Arnold waited to be let in.

“Come in” Said a voice a familiar voice from behind the door.

Opening the door he found his old instructor/Unit Commander sitting at a desk, deep down it reminded him of his days back at the academy, being called to the instructor’s office for some reason. Although, he would have never admitted but he kind of missed those days, things at the academy were much more simple. He jumped to attention and gave Jade a salute “Commander Arnold Tiesto reporting as ordered ma’am”

Looking up from her paper work Jade gave the young man a bit of smile. “Please Arnold, we have known each other long enough to dispense with the formality.” She motioned for him sit “Please take a seat, do you know why I called you here?”

“I’ve read the latest field reports, and I have a feeling that it has something to do with Dylan Phobo” Answered Arnold as he took a seat. Upon taking sitting Arnold began taking note of the room. The room itself was rather organized, the walls were covered with picture, and drawing from Jade two children. However, the most interesting thing was the large sword that was hanging on the walls.

Jade notice Arnold glance over at the sword on the wall “Nice isn’t, it use to belong to my husband. It has been in his family for generations”

Suddenly Arnold felt uncomfortable, with the death of Jades husband just over a year ago he wasn’t sure what to say. In an act of desperation he took a blind stab “I mean no disrespect, but shouldn’t it have gone back to your husband family?”

Taking a moment Jade stared at the sword for a moment “I tried, but they said no. they felt that I should remain with me so that I could pass it on to my children, they said that it my children’s birth right to receive the sword when the time come” Jade let out a brief sigh at the thought “Anyways Arnold, I asked here to today because I am reforming Serpent Team, with the exception of Henry Kobe, he’s still on assignment in the Orion sector.”

Arnold was taken back by the news of the reformation of Serpent, the team had been dissolved shortly before the events of Tatania, he actually looked forward to working with his old team again. Jade had formed the team; she had left her position as an instructor at the academy and hand picket the team from the all the graduates of that year. To be picked for the Serpent team meant that you were the best of the best, and Arnold had always been proud to be part of the team.

“What is the mission?” asked Arnold

“Like you said this has to do with Dylan Phobo” quickly answered Jade “He a threat to national security, and has out lived his usefulness. I want him found and eliminated, as always you are working for me, the team is set to meet at 08:00 tomorrow” she handed him a folder “Everything that you need to know is contained in that file”

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Arnold Tiesto

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Jade Allenson

With a folder tucked under his arm Arnold entered the room only to find a group of people socializing. There was no need for introductions, for the most part they had all grown up with each other, not to mention the fact that the had up until a few years ago a worked together as an intelligence cell.

There were the computer specialists, Carrie Andrews, and Scott Philips. Also the Demolition expert Travis Sampson. Then there was the Surveillance team of Jessica Wagner, and John Conroy. Last but not least there was the counter intelligence team consisting of Arnold, and Casey Kisenger. Not present from the original team was Henry Kobe who was currently on an important assignment in the Orion Sector.

“Good to see all again” said Arnold, as he took the podium at the centre of room. There would be time to catch up later, but for the moment there was work to do. “I assume that you have all read the briefing” said Arnold as the lights dimmed. A 3D model of Dylan Phobo appeared at the front of the room. “This is the subject, Dylan Phobo. As you can all see from his dossier, he is considered to be a high threat to national security. As such we have been ordered to find him, and eliminate any possible threat to country.”

“Do we have any leads?” asked Casey

“One, but it’s weak at best” quickly answered “The Deputy Direct of the Counter Terrorism unit, Sigmund Xavier, believes the Phobo’s escape is somehow related the a weapons shipment that his depart intercepted a little while ago.” Arnold took a moment to look through his notes “Apparently the weapons were being run in or out of Clairmont by a criminal organization known a Dedecus, which operates here in Tappee. These weapons are extremely high tech; they are nothing like what we have seen before. Unfortunately we know little to nothing about this Dedecus, them seem to have found away to remain hidden from even us. A fact further adds to the validity of Sigmund’s theory.”

“Why does the name Sigmund Xavier ring a bell” inquired Travis

A quick response came from Carrie, “if you had fully read Phobo’s file you would now that Xavier was the one who captured Phobo originally” she turned her attention to Arnold at the front of the room “Are we going to start our search in Clairmont then, try and trace down the connection there?”

“No” quickly answered Arnold “Xavier is currently in Clairmont working with their people on tracing down a link. Let spilt in too groups, group one will start here, by focusing our attention the Prison. We are going to work the problem backwards from there; find out would have the resources to pull this off. Group two hits the street try and trace down this Dedecus find out what you can. You have your orders get to it.”

Computer Team
Carrie Andrews
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Scott Philips
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Demolition team
Travis Sampson
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Surveillance team
Jessica Wagner
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John Conroy
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Counter Intelligence team
Casey Kisenger
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Arnold Tiesto
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The ground shuddered for a moment as the Avenger dropped out of hyperspace. Displayed in the main view screen was a heart warming image for all the crew, it had been nearly two years since the crew had last seen their homeland of Tappee. Originally deployed as the Command ship for the Tappee forces at the out set of the Orion conflict, the Avenger was relieved of it position by the Furious Angel. From the Orion Sector it was sent to the Incol System and conducted routine patrols, now they were finally home.

Captain Sam Phobo could see that the weight from the past two years had lifted when they had arrived in the Prime System, in truth he felt somewhat relieved himself, and was looking forward to some R and R.

Out of the Corner of his eye he notice that the Avengers Communications Officer had joined him, she gave him a quick salute, then handed him a communiqué “Sir, we’ve received a priority message from Chair Woman Allenson. She is requesting to speak you, she is currently on hold”

Captain Phobo looked down at the communiqué that he was holding in his hand, his first though was of the Tappee forces currently engaged in the skies above Steel Butterfly. Upon further inspection he read the note it read By Order of the Tribunal, Captain Sam Phobo of the THSB Avenger is relieved of his command until further notice

For a moment he stood there in utter shock. With the up most haste he ran to his ready room. Sitting in his chair he turned on his view screen. The Image of Jade Allenson could be seen “What is the meaning of this” demanded the Captain holding the communiqué so Jade see it.

There was a pause in Jade’s answer “Two days ago, your brother Dylan escaped from his prison. Given the present situation, it is with a heavy heart that I am relieving you of your command. When the Avenger docks with the Helios, you are to report to the Tribunal chambers immediately.”

Sam gave her a quick salute, “Aye ma’am”

With that the connection was cut. Sam sat back in his chair, and turned his attention to a picture on the wall. It was of two young men enjoying a summer’s day on the beach, the two young men were none other then Sam and Dylan Phobo. It was the last time the two had seen each other; cruel fate had sent the two in opposite directions. One brother had sworn a life oath to protect Tappee, while the other had sworn to destroy it.

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The light was dim and the warehouse smelled a bit like rotten fish, but Dylan didn’t mind it here, anything was better then his what had been his home for the last ten years. Water hitting the pier could be heard even inside the warehouse. Lining the walls, and rising almost to the ceiling were creates, countless creates, all of which were now being moved to new locations.

Crews that were responsible for moving everything looked like a giant ant colony. Lifters swerved around each other, narrowly missing each other. Although from the outside it appeared to be completely sporadic, every move had been calculated, cause given the cargo a single mistake could lead to death.

Walking among the symphony was a small group of people” This is where we have stockpiled our weapons for the last tens years” Explained Greg “We have two others just like at other locations. We’ve got all kinds of weapon, from projectile base rifles, to lasar/pulse rifle that are the standard issue of the Tappee armed forces. We also have here a number of special items here that our good friends in Clairmont have given us. I’ve have received word that we are soon approaching zero hour. This here is Mortic, He will give you a run down on our new toys.”

Dylan was almost drooling at the mouth at the thought have having such a destructive force placed in his hands.

Samantha on the other hand seemed less impressed, breaking from the main group she leaned up against some creates that had yet to be moved. “These things are nothing more then child’s play” she said under her breath visibly annoyed at the fact that she had to be here.

With a motion of Mortic’s arm three lifts dropped of three different creates, and off in the distance two giant sheets to metal were also placed. Opening on of the creates Mortic pulled out what appeared to be a rather large rifle. “This here is what is known as a GRAV gun, basically it affects gravity to destroy the target. As you can see we’ve have placed two sheet of steel, it the same material that they use for the ‘Promethus’ command tank, it light and extremely strong. It is resilient to both Kinetic and Thermal energy, each sheet is 30cm thick.” Grabbing a cartridge from the create he slammed in an empty port in the gun “This is the energy cell, no cell the gun wouldn’t fire. The gun has a number setting for distance, anywhere from 300 to 700m. The higher the setting, the more power, the fewer amounts of shots understand. Take it easy, if you fire in to rapid successions the gun will over load, or worse, the power cell will explode.” Bring the gun up too his shoulder he took aim at one of sheet, pausing for a moment he pulled the trigger.

There was no flash but a thunderous roar. Other then the sound the only way that one would know that a shot was fire would be the 10cm hole in the steel sheet at the other end of warehouse. Mortic took another shot, and again another hole was created. Waiting about another minute he fire again with the same result.

“As you can see, it turns armour into butter” said Mortic while placing the weapon back into create. Open another he pulled out a giant rifle, this one was much larger then the last. “This here pack a bit more punch, affecting thing on a molecular level, giving more Bang for you buck. Has similar power cell config as the last one, but has fewer shot.” He took aim at the other sheet of metal. This time blue lightening sparked out hit the metal sheet. But unlike before nothing happened.

“That it” quickly interrupted Dylan “I didn’t leave a burn..”

His words were cut short as suddenly the second steel plated exploded in a flash of light and sound, leaving nothing except a smouldering mess. The crowd stood there in awe at the destructive force that they had just witnessed.

Placing the weapon back in its container Mortic allowed the group to sit there for a moment “Next is my personal favourite” he opened the top of the container relieving a tonne of grenades “Anti matter grenades, this little guys equal 300 to 500 kilo’s of TNT. To use one set the time delay here, squeeze the trigger device, pull the pin, squeeze the trigger twice, and release, then run like hell.”

Greg glance over at Dylan, Dylan looked like a child in a candy store. “Now that we have the toys, it time for the game plan. We are going to open up with a three prong attack against Tappee, Iaceo, and Calnuxia. Dylan will lead the attack on Tappee, Simon will take Iaceo, and Samantha will take Calnuxia.”

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Greg

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Dylan Phobo

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Simon Phillips

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Samantha

OOC: Nice representation of the guns Tappee. You got it pretty well. Though you forgot one thing, the Grav Guns use gravity to accelerate explosive darts to 4000 meters/sec, the second gun you described is pretty much exactly what the Energy Gun is (it uses gravitons). I'll add something later.

Vrak Inter-regional Police Division HQ

Joe Urok, Vrak Prime Divisional Chief, sat at his desk and twiddled his pudgy thumbs. Recently, not much in regards to crime has happened within Vrak and, for that matter, the rest of the FKC. A tight lid on organized crime and criminal behaviour in general made his state the safest in the Klatch, and in the top one hundred in the world. Of course, the usual problems of coordination among the states sometimes seemed, well, difficult to overcome. Thankfully, each state had strong police forces which meant that his office, to some extend, was largely ceremonial since the Vrakian Intelligence service was quite capable. But, he didn’t complain. He drew a nice fat paycheque and made the appropriate noises and scratched the right backs to ensure the survival of his division and the department in general. After all, the military can’t exactly play a policing role and you can’t have spooks running around.

The usual events did keep him occupied, but hardly taxed his efforts. Oompa Loompa slave running by the Hornswagglers, the odd terrorist filtering in from the Nef, and disturbances along the former EvilPsychoticGuy jungle borders. But in most cases, his division played a support role and really didn’t have a new case to pursue on its own.

His fax machined beeped and spewed out a reem of paper. He swiveled in his chair and idly picked up the paper.

-Eh? From the SOE node? Wha…?

His eyes widened as he murmered to himself the contents of the fax.

-By Bok’s maw!

He reached for his phone and began to dial…

A knock on Jades door turned her attention away from her mundane paperwork. “Come in” she yelled to whoever was on the other side of the. Glancing up she saw her secretary Jill put her head around the corner. Jade had been in a bad mood as of the past few days and she did not want to incur her wrath.

“Umm..” Jill struggled to find the right words “I now that you have been busy as of late, and I thought that I would remind you that it Makenze’s birthday in a two days.”

News of her daughters upcoming birthday came as a bit of a surprise to her, had she really been that preoccupied with work that she had forgot her daughters birthday. A sudden realization came over her, it had been nearly five months since she had actually seen her children.

She was torn between two extremes, there was so much here that needed her attention, then there was her family.

Sitting back in her chair she weighed both options, after a moment or two she made her decision “Jill, have Eagle one prepped for launch, I’m heading to Calnuxia”

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Jade Allenson

A gentle hum from all the computers filled the air, of the relatively small room. Only light that existed in the room came from a number of computer monitors, to keep the computer running a max efficiency the room was kept rather cool.

Steam could be seen coming from Arnolds Coffee “So what do have for me Carrie?” he took a seat next to her.

Upon his question she brought up series of images “Alright I’ve taken a look security logs from Prison command. I figured that in order to pull something like this off; you would need to have someone on the inside. So a wrote a computer program that scan the entire security tapes, and compare them the personal log.” Explained Carrie “You see when ever someone enters they need to sign in with their security badge. So my software, compares the face of the security tape, to that of the entry logs. I went day by day starting from the day of the escape and worked backwards from there.”

Arnold took a moment to think things over, “Ok so what did you find”

Carrie brought up images from some of the Security tapes “Every thing matched ok until about a week ago. That when things get messed up. I’ve got a number of people that appear on the security tapes, but not the entry logs. And people on the entry logs that are not anywhere in the security logs. From there I cross-referenced the anomaly with the employment records. People that were not in the logs, but on the tape, were people that had left for one reason or another. And the people that showed up in the logs, but not the tapes are all people that were newly hired with in the last year. So on a gut feeling a Compared the security tapes that had the discrepancy, to the security tape from one year from that date, and found that the two where the same. Someone duplicated the tapes and changed the time marker.”

“hmm…Do we know what they did.” answered “who could do such a thing. It would require an access level higher then what we even have. Only a member of the Tribunal would have access to that kind of information.” By answering one question, more had been created.

Quickly Carrie answered, “Knowing the date I took a look at the Data, that was sent to the prison ship, and there was a virus encoded in the Data dump. A rather clever one, it was only three lines code; it could not be detected by our searches. Basically it caused the A.I to go into a loop until it shut down the entire system.” She allowed her self a smile, she enjoyed knowing more then Arnold “As too your second question you are going to like this. I was able to track down the code that was used, it was the code that was assigned to none other then Jade Allenson.”

“What1” interrupted Arnold “Are you saying that Jade was the one who changed the records?”

“No, please let me finish” responded Carrie “Whoever entered the code did so at a terminal located with Prison command. Jade was at the Core when the code was entered, someone had was able to steal the code. The Tribunal has already been informed and their code have been changed”

Arnold sat back in his chair, and let out a sigh “Who are we dealing with here.?”

“That is the one thing that I can answer Arnold, There are now more questions than I have answers” said Carrie “But I will keep working on it”

Arnold rose from his chair “Good work Carrie, I only hope the others are doing as well.”

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Arnold Tiesto

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Carrie Andrews

"Hurry up goddamnit, we dont have all day!" The team leader shouted over to the three people coming from further down the road. They were behind schedule but not so much that it would make a difference.

He glanced over to the other team loading up their suburban with assorted crates and boxes. They were making good time and the SUV nearly had all of the equipment it needed to carry.

They were the backup plan. Plan B so to speak. The higher ups had considered the possibility that Dylan Phobo might be captured, and along with him other elements of his retinue. Phobo and his core crew knew too much. The possibility that they might utter their knowledge to the Intelligence Elements of Tappee was not high, but it existed nonetheless and at such a critical phase of the plan, it was imperative that nothing went wrong.

And they were to ensure that Dylan Phobo wouldnt be the one making things go wrong. If he or some of his core crew were to be captured, they were to eliminate them and any physical evidence they might have of the plan. Ofcourse, Phobo had no clue of this. He knew that this particular team was in the country, but as far as he or anyone in his crew knew, their job was to provide backup support for Phobo as he made his move. That would allow the team to keep close to the events unfolding as well as keep close tabs on what actually was happening.

The lagging three personnel arrived to the second SUV and loaded up to the vechile. The team leader made a cursory glance at the carage they had been using, his gaze searching for signs of anything marking the place of their presence. He found nothing. Satisfied, he hopped to the SUV.

The two vechiles slid out of the carage, and proceeded to blend in to the other traffic of the city, on their way to the assigned area of operations. It wouldnt be long at this point, the events were uncurling extremely rapidly and soon the denizens of Tappee would learn the meaning of terror.

“We now interrrupt your regularly scheduled program for this very important Police Bulletin,” said the Icarus News Network announcer. For a brief moment, he was blank as he waited for the teleprompter to load. Then he began.

"Dylan Phobo, a citizen of Tappee, is now at large…."

[Dylan’s photo flashes on the screen. Only the announcer’s voice could now be heard]

"While there is no reason to believe that he is within Vrak or any other FKC state, citizens are advised to be careful. It you see this man, call 777-777 immediately or inform a policeman or military trooper. Do NOT approach this man. He is considered armed and extremely dangerous."

[At the bottom of the photo is a brief advisory in flashing red letters]


DO NOT APPROACH
CALL 777-777
ARMED AND EXTREMELY DANGEROUS


[the image holds for about 20 seconds more, then the announcer’s voice comes on]

“We now return you to your regular programminng”

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Suffice to say, that all military, police, border patrol, and intelligence units are aware of Dylan Phobo. Immigration checks have been increased and tighter security is evident at airports, docks, and just about any other conceivable entrance point. Then again, Vrak is a fairly large state and it is hard to maintain a heightened alert for a long period of time…

ooc: this it for this thread time to move on Part Two: Heavans Light (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=7145110#post7145110)

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As Jade got of the Plane she was meet by two people, both of which she was glad to see.

“Mommy” proclaimed Makenze seeing her mother. Caught up in excitement she ran from her uncle’s side, wrapping her arms around Jade legs. She gave her mother her most serious face “Where have you bee, I’ve missed you”

Jade let out a bit of a chuckle seeing her daughter try to act so serious “Mom, has been busy at work” she explained “But I wouldn’t miss your birthday.” Jade glanced over at Baraca, and then noted all the security around. “I see that you heard”

Baraca looked around as if nothing was out the ordinary, and then a bit of smile came over his face “Well, I know you, and trouble has tendency to follow you around.” He said in a joking manner. “You look well, considering every thing that has been going on”

Reaching down Jade picked Makenze up, and held her in her arms “That the funny thing about children, they can put an end to a bad mood rather quickly”

Security personal quickly escorted the three, into the waiting cars

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Through her binoculars Samantha watched was Jade, Baraca, and Makenzies Motorcade left the airport. She was standing on top of a roof with a rifle slung over one should, and sword sheathed on her back. Lowering the binoculars she turned the man standing beside her. “When the motorcade reaches the attack point destroy the both the lead car, and the car in the back. Then attempt to capture the occupant of the main car.”

“But Dylan said we were to kill everyone in the main car” protested the pain.

In a fit of anger Samantha grabbed the man by the neck, and with one hand lifted him off the ground “Out here, I’m the one in charge, so you do as I say understand.” With the she let the man go. He fell to the ground fighting for breath. Samantha turned her attention to the rest of the group. “Now does anyone else have a problem with the way that I run things?”

Other in the group was taken back by the change of events and took a few steps back in fear. They were all shaking their heads