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The Console Wars V: Road's End
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| http://i471.photobucket.com/albums/rr79/UltimateClay/TheConsoleWar5OfficialBanner.png There was a tap, and the recorder started it's quiet hum. "This is a documentation of the events of the fifth war. The end, as one could call it, but I doubt one could ever figure the end of anything. Either way, I've got to get all of this off my chest. Now where do we begin?" 2 months after the events of Blackout, and 27 years after the 4th war, the big 3 are at war again, with the unity of them all but destroyed by the elusive cults and groups of previous wars coming to bring forth an even greater evil in the midst of chaos, but a chaos that the factions have no other way to end, but in war... What is TCW? The Console Wars, for those who aren't familiar, is the greatest story of heart, badassery, and cliffhangers that you'll ever find.* We are a culmination of writers who band together to create an epic tale about the big 3 in gaming today, the soldiers behind the factions seeking peace and revenge, and their war to be the last console standing in a world of constant chaos and destruction trying to bring them down. What you're doing Basically, you're writing the story of your characters in the war. The battles that you're in, the defining moments, the secret missions, the moments of tranquillity, etc. (Each section of your story is known as a post, or a 'toast' as most of us call them) How epic and hearwarming/stopping TCW is will be 100% determined by you guys, and enforced by me, and everyone else, so make sure you've done something that you're proud of, and make sure that you interact with the other characters in game as much as possible within reason, and with the consent of others of course. Read up on some of the old wars if you don't get what I mean, you can easily figure it out fast then. (Not the first war though, I'm pretty sure that not much of that is legible.) The Console Wars (https://lbpcentral.lbp-hub.com/index.php?t=18485-The-Console-Wars) The Console Wars: Revival (https://lbpcentral.lbp-hub.com/index.php?t=22354-The-Console-Wars-Revisited*NEW-THREAD*) The Console Wars 2: Renewal (https://lbpcentral.lbp-hub.com/index.php?t=27190-The-Console-Wars-Renewal) The Console Wars 3 (https://lbpcentral.lbp-hub.com/index.php?t=39791-The-Console-Wars-3) The Console Wars IV (https://lbpcentral.lbp-hub.com/index.php?t=53638-The-Console-Wars-IV) The Console Wars: Blackout (https://lbpcentral.lbp-hub.com/index.php?t=64383-The-Console-Wars-Blackout) (NOTE: IT IS NOT REQUIRED THAT YOU READ ALL OF THESE AND STUDY EVERY ASPECT OF THE STORY TO SIGN UP, IN FACT, I DON'T EVEN RECOMMEND IT.) What's new in TCW5 Faction Points System: Your actions will influence the outcome of your faction in the war through a points system; the more points that you have, the better that your faction will do in the thick of things. Faction Points can be earned or deducted depending on what happens in battles, what missions succeed or fail, etc. Please do not let this system change your plans for posts. Remember that we're still telling a story here, and that the points should just be something in the back of your head and not altering your story massively. Weekly Reports: Every week we do reports which detail the stuff that that happened, and where we reveal some random events that are going to happen, which would be battles, attacks, destroying stuff, important moments for certain characters, stuff like that, and i'll also be checking to make sure that everyone's active either weekly or every other week. NEXT! Rules 1: Anything non-story/post/toast must be said in double brackets, like this: ((This comment is not story related.)) PLEASE PEOPLE, PLEASE KEEP IT LIKE THIS. We're trying to steer clear of confusion here, and if you have your post like: Alexa retreated back into the base, her hopes dashed by the sniper waiting down the alleyway. It's a short post, sorry guys. ...then it's really disorganized and confusing to people, so please: Alexa retreated back into the base, her hopes dashed by the sniper waiting down the alleyway. ((It's a short post, sorry guys.)) 2: PLEASE MAKE SURE THAT POSTS ARE FREE OF SPELLING AND GRAMMAR ERRORS. I may not make it seem as such, but we're really serious about writing an epic tale here, so PLEASE check your posts for spelling and grammatical errors. You could even send them to me if you're unsure of something, and I'll check it over. You guys got that? Good. Next rule. 3: If you're going to join up and start moulding the story with everyone else, make sure that you're going to stick around to keep writing. I'd really like to avoid the kind of plot holes that we've experienced in the past with people leaving and not writing anymore posts after like a week. As long as you think you can stick around with us, and contribute, then we'll be fine. 4: Make sure that your posts make sense, and aren't completely game changing. This is pretty self explanatory, is it not? You can't have posts that are going to completely screw over someone else's characters, or the story by being like: Jack pressed a button, and all of a sudden the Sony and Nintendo main bases totally vanished, and teleported into a different dimension. None of that please, we've had bad experiences with this kind of situation in the past. Also, as stated before, make sure that you get approval before doing something significant with others' characters as to not differ their story from something that they had in mind. Also logic; make sure posts are logical. 5: CREATIVITY. This is the finale of TCW, so we need to make this as epic as possible. Of course, this is about Consoles, so we do need to have the obligatory gaming references, but please come up with as much original content as possible. We're going to need some action, revenge, tragedy, comedy, even love stories. (Let's stay with in reason please, family website.) -This may sound pretty power hungry, but I reserve the right to refuse a sign-up if I don't think you're fit for the role, there are conflicts, or the rules are broken. -Keep in mind, if you decide that you want to join in and sign ups have ended, you can send me a PM and I'll see if I can fit you in -Follow the rules. Do it please. -You know you want to. Clay DV Jack B3 GDN Zim TheSwweet KernelM Dizzy Anyone that I may have missed You guys are the wheels that have kept TCW running over the years, so GOOD WORK, AND I THANK YOU FOREVER AND ALWAYS. | 2012-06-21 18:58:00 Author: Merc  Posts: 2135 |
| Weekly Reports ((The points are supposed to be in the weekly reports, but because Merc is a silly person (who is going through Dead Island withdraw) and forgot to do this week's report, I'll go ahead and put the points here.)) WEEK 1 (JUNE 21 - JUNE 28) SONY -8 (Partial Destruction of Petropolis) -2 (Ambush at Petropolis) -1 (Capture of GDN) +1 (Retrieval of GDN) -1 (Leaked Information) -2 (Got ******** slapped by Merc and had more data stolen) PREVIOUS WEEK’S TOTAL: NO INFO THIS WEEK’S TOTAL: -11 MICROSOFT +1 (Formation of Task Forces) -1 (Unrest caused by dead police officer) +1 (Chris assisting Make-A-Wish) -1 (Loss of Res) -3 (Old Natal Situation) PREVIOUS WEEK’S TOTAL: SERIOUSLY, NO INFO. THIS WEEK’S TOTAL: -3 NINTENDO -10 (Destruction of Hyrule City) -6 (Destruction of Faithville) PREVIOUS WEEK’S TOTAL: SERIOUSLY, THERE WASN’T A PREVIOUS WEEK. THIS WEEK’S TOTAL: -16 BLACKOUT -6 (Destruction of Faithville) -8 (Destruction of Project Genesis) -8 (Destruction of Blackout’s Main Base) -7 (Death of Eric) -4 (Loss of Merc) +2 (Capture of Heather Jubilee) +1 (Capture of Gabriel Lee) +3 (Capture of Jackson Taylor) -4 (Destruction of Haigha Sophia) +2 (Capture of GDN) -3 (Loss of GDN) -2 (Prison Troubles) PREVIOUS WEEK’S TOTAL: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THIS WEEK’S TOTAL: -32 WEEKLY REPORT #2 SONY City Status: Sao Paulo: Still standing strong, city is facing no big conflicts other than civil unrest due to the almost complete destruction of Petropolis. Petropolis: Almost completely destroyed due to the Nuclear attack from Faithville. It is currently in Blackout control. The Headlines: -Sony's Commanders GDN and Zim have started investing most of their time into finding out about their Data dopplegangers and the true reason for the legendary console. -An unidentified operative apparently infiltrated the Sony Headquarters -Break-in reported at the London Museum of History. Burglars have been identified as Sony Commanders GDN and Zim. Points: PREVIOUS WEEK’S TOTAL: -11 THIS WEEK’S TOTAL: -11 MICROSOFT City Status: New Natal: Standing strong. People of the city appreciative of Chris' rule. Faithville: Destroyed. Blackout trying to scavenge anything they can of the remnants of the city. Old Natal: Conflict between Nintendo and Blackout in the west end causing problems, but it is not yet in the main media. The Headlines: -Chris' plans for the war not yet revealed, but task forces are being assembled to aid in the battle both in and behind the frontlines. -Situation in Old Natal currently becoming under control according to some reports from MS command. -Microsoft has unearthed an artifact of unknown origin. It's been placed under high security in the London Museum of History, but a break-in attempt has been reported less than a day after it was admitted to the museum. Points: PREVIOUS WEEK’S TOTAL: -3 THIS WEEK’S TOTAL: -3 NINTENDO City Status: Hyrule City: Forts taken over by Sony before most of the city was destroyed by another Nuclear attack from Faithville. Atlantic City: Involvement in the war not yet determined. Sunnyvale: Blackout occupation under investigation by Nintendo agents. No other noteworthy events. ((I probably screwed this one up DV, considering I don't remember much of your first posts. Let me know if you need a change.)) The Headlines: -An Elite Nintendo operative, Zeta Sanyari, has gone off the radar near Microsoft territory. Status unknown. -Reports are coming out about a breakout from a Blackout prison in Sunnyvale, California. One escapee has been put into custody and interrogated, but Nintendo operatives are looking further into the issue. Points: +1 (Capture of Heather) +1 (Information from Heather) PREVIOUS WEEK’S TOTAL: -16 THIS WEEK’S TOTAL: -14 BLACKOUT -1 (Failed to capture TFD members) -4 (Further prison troubles) -1 (Loss of Gabriel Lee) -2 (Loss of Heather Knowles) -3 ( Loss of Jackson Taylor) PREVIOUS WEEK’S TOTAL: -32 THIS WEEK’S TOTAL: -43 | 2012-06-21 18:58:00 Author: Merc Posts: 2135 |
| Faction Status SONY City Status: Sao Paulo: Still standing strong, city is facing no big conflicts other than civil unrest due to the almost complete destruction of Petropolis. Petropolis: Almost completely destroyed due to the Nuclear attack from Faithville. It is currently in Blackout control. Points: -11 MICROSOFT City Status: New Natal: Standing strong. People of the city appreciative of Chris' rule. Faithville: Destroyed. Blackout trying to scavenge anything they can of the remnants of the city. Old Natal: Conflict between Nintendo and Blackout in the west end causing problems, but it is not yet in the main media. Points: -3 NINTENDO City Status: Hyrule City: Forts taken over by Sony before most of the city was destroyed by another Nuclear attack from Faithville. Atlantic City: Involvement in the war not yet determined. Sunnyvale: Blackout occupation under investigation by Nintendo agents. No other noteworthy events. Points: -14 BLACKOUT Points: -43 | 2012-06-21 18:59:00 Author: Merc Posts: 2135 |
| Character List BASIC INFO Name: Gabriel Lee Age: 44 Faction: Nintendo Faction Role: Courier DETAILED INFO Appearance: Messy, dark grey hair. Short boxed/lumberjack beard. Tired, green eyes. Wears a tan Stetson. Rough, dirty clothing covers rough, dirty skin. Personality: Cold, violent, smart alec, reasonably intelligent, caring towards those he considers close friends or family. Usually in the leader role. Skills/Weapons: Is very knowledgeable when it comes to electronics, even ancient ones. Knows how to survive under worst case scenarios. Slightly athletic. Prefers a revolver and knife, but uses a shotgun on occasion. Backstory: Gabriel grew on up a farm in Southern USA along with his sister, father, and mother. All was well until a sudden fire burned everything to the ground, and leaving Gabriel as the only survivor. He was horribly traumatized and fled to the nearby forest. It took a week for him to be found… perfectly healthy under a make-shift tent. After that, he went to live with his uncle in the city of New Natal. Life started to look up, and upon meeting the girl of his dreams, it went through the roof. Gabriel and Susan married each other only a few months after first meeting, and had a daughter named Annabella. Not wanting her to grow up in the dangerous city, the young family moved to the nearby town of Faithville. Unfortunately, a strange scream erupted eight years later, causing over half the population in Faithville to go insane and start attacking each other. Gabriel found himself forced to kill Susan when she attempted to mutilate Annabella. For the next six years, Gabriel’s and Annabella’s life was a living hell, but their relationship grew strong. When the mysterious group known as Blackout attacked the town, a rare opportunity to escape through Nintendo’s blockade emerged, and it was a chance the two took. Before he could leave though, Gabriel was tasked by a man known as Isaac to guard a mysterious crate containing the console known as the Sega Neptune. After that, Gabriel and Annabella fled to a small yet lively town. The two lived happy lives, despite the trauma they had endured, and even when the crate was taken from Gabriel by a mysterious Nintendo agent. Gabriel had even enlisted in Nintendo as a courier and was making decent money. One day however, he was offered a job that couldn’t be refused. A vault requiring a key had been discovered near Faithville, which the Nintendo base in the town had. Gabriel was tasked with delivering the key across a fourth of the country by foot, until he was captured by Atari, who wanted the vault for themselves. Now Gabriel finds himself in a cold, depressing cell far underground, with no hopes of escape. But even then, under such dire circumstances, hope finds a way to help all those in need. BASIC INFO Name: As far as we know, Drago is his real name. It is never revealed if he had some other name before, so we can assume that he had a name change later in his life, so basically, his name is the same as his nickname. Age: 32 Faction: Nintendo Faction Role:Squad Leader of the Four Swords Initiative, Field Agent/Analyst. He also has some experience with explosives. DETAILED INFO Appearance: Dark Brown Hair. He has a few scars from battles before, and sports a robotic hand, along with part of his arm, replacing what he was forced to cut off when bitten by a highly venomous and genetically altered Octorok that were purposefully released, in one of Nintendo's biggest cities. It was Drago's job to help stop the outbreak. He has greenish-brown eyes. Personality: He might fit in a few joke-ey lines here and there, but Drago has a goal. To help stop Blackout. Because of Sony waging war against Nintendo, despite Nintendo's various claims that they meant to no harm, Drago has built up a large hatred for Sony. When he rescues Heather in the beginning of TCW5, he does what he can to help her, but cannot forgive Sony for what they've done. Skills/Weapons: His left hand is artificial, but works marvelously. He has implemented several features that he is still fiddling with, but it helps become a weapon of his own. He'll also be carrying a pistol sometimes, and knows a few fighting moves. Bio/Backstory: Drago lived a somewhat normal life, in the city of Seattle. He has a great interest in Nintendo, studying their products, finding hidden messages, and things that related to their involvement in past wars. One day though, a band of criminals hi-jacked a Nintendo boat, sailing out with a bunch of valuable items Nintendo had stored in there. One of which truely interested Drago, called the Lightning 'Shroom. The Lightning 'Shroom was a power-up that was meant to be placed in Super Mario Bros. as an Easter Egg, by hitting down on the buttons in a certain fashion. Only this was the real deal, said to bring someone back to life, if they weren't dead any longer than 90 seconds. Drago was able to sneak aboard the ship, and took down all the people with his trusty shotgun, as well as cutting off part of the engine. He waited for Nintendo agents to arrive at the ship. Nintendo was impressed by his great feat, and were going to honor him with a plaque. but Drago had a different request, he wanted a job as a field agent for Nintendo, which they happily complied with, not knowing that he had secretly stolen their Lightning 'Shroom, which he holds onto to this very day, waiting for the right moment to use it. Name: Zeta Age: During the TCW3 she was a victim of experimentation by Microsoft. For the typical super soldier reasons, that most armies see as a logical progression. She didn't realise it until 5 years later, but it has dramatically reduced her rate of ageing. She has physically gained 2 years since then, making her 18. It is unknown if the side effects wear off. Faction: Nintendo Faction Role: Elite (still using that as a rank?) specialised in unusual missions, often stealth and infiltration. Often using gadgets or new technology, but experienced in other basic firearms. DETAILED INFO Appearance: Plain elite suit (don't really mind what that is, just a futuristic jumpsuit for military work, jeans and hoodie for anything casual). Hardwaring clothes, but not much armour due to the athleticism needed in her role. Dark hair mostly tied up, light weight of average height. Personality: Observant, absolutely silent when focused, snarky as a defence mechanism and knee-jerk reaction in difficult situations. Gets extremely depressed if ever backstabbed, but risks a lot for friends herslef. Slightly too emphatic for a soldier, but luckily hardly has time to mope about it. Is quite patriotic, but would prefer the war to end from some bitter experiences. Skills/Weapons: As mentioned earlier due to her physique she isn't too strong, but very competent at forms of military technology, and has a good aim. Makes up for lack of strength in agility, but has to use powerful weapons rather than brute force. Often uses improvised weapons i.e whatever is laying about. Bio/Backstory: She is unaware of her families status, either deported or deceased. This is not uncommon for her area of origin, a small, temperate island in the upper hemisphere (sound vaguely familiar?) which was debated territory for a while between Sony and Nintendo. She was recruited to the army across the globe to Nintendo's head quarters, then sent to one of their main bases on another large continent, near the Sony/Nintendo border. She got a promotion for her work retrieving the Macguffin in The Console Wars 3 (it was three wasn't it that we finished? Wow, my memory is bad.) And suffered from said experimentation while captured. BASIC INFO Name: Alexandra Ridge Age: 26 Faction: Microsoft Faction Role: Squad Leader; Infiltration specialist DETAILED INFO Appearance: Dark blonde hair, green eyes, medium build, 5'10. Black medium long trench coat, light grey shirt, grey cargo pants. Personality: Sometimes brash, confident, often sarcastic, and easily holds grudges. After the attack on the Blackout main base, she's started to become more aware that she can't win everything, and has become more cautious, and more serious about the situation of the war. Skills/Weapons: BR85 Heavy-Barrel Service Rifle (http://www.gameranx.com/img/12-Jun/halo-4-battle-rifle.png), M6H PDWS (http://www.gameranx.com/img/12-Jun/halo-4-magnum.png), T-33 Guided Munitions Launcher (http://www.gameranx.com/img/12-Jun/halo-4-needler.png). Accelerated healing process. (Genetic) Known to posess a strong power in her left arm, also passed down from her father, which has abilities not yet known to anyone; she's spent much of the time since the attack on the Blackout base trying to hone her skills with this power. Bio/Backstory: Daughter of Mercuy and Laura, Alexa was born into a life as soldier. Learning to use a gun at the age of 7, and winning countless paintball tournaments, Alexa quickly became a force to be reckoned with at an early age. A few months after she was born, her father was kidnapped by an unknown group while on a mission to Cairo, and was never found again. After learning about Blackout's involvment in this area, joined up with the LED to try and find out what happened, but after 4 years of searching through the Sahara, fell into a trap set by the Blackout, and was scarred for life, sitting for 6 days in the middle of the desert waiting for help, wounded, and alone. After this incident she settled down to a simple life working in an office job for Microsoft, but found new purpose after learning the truth of what happened to Mercuy, and knowing a way to deal with the Blackout while tracking down the members of her old squad. (See Eve, Erin, Jason, Pete, and Zak.) After a mostly successful return, she dissapeared for an 'expidition' to the pacific to try and posess the power granted to her, but she soon has to respond to the call again. (Most of it is from my Blackout backstory, but it's a good description.) BASIC INFO Name: Joshua Barrett (Josh, for short) Age: 23 Faction: Microsoft Faction Role: Spy/Saboteur (operative name: Big Gun) DETAILED INFO Appearance: Broad-shouldered but slim, average height. Tends to blend into a crowd due to his occupation, but is easily distinguishable by his golden eyes by observant people. Black-haired. Facial hair changes due to his occupation but he tends to have some sort of goatee. Personality: Always suspicious. Due to his occupation, he tends to have a general distrust towards most people (except for the President, his co-workers, and his girlfriend Ashley). He's usually grouchy and harsh when he speaks, leading to most people suspecting he's short-tempered (which he's quite the opposite... unless people bother him with that question). Josh keeps opinions to himself, and doesn't bother to tell them since they're usually harsh and sarcastic. Skills/Weapons: Trained in espionage and reconnaissance, but he truly excels in demolitions. His explosives of choice tend to be a mix between C4 and Semtex, sometimes mashing the two together for a concentrated, volatile result. He tends to carry a concealed M1911 and, in more dangerous situations, a Remington 700. He knows close-quarters combat, but tends to set up explosive traps to avoid such confrontations. Bio/Backstory: Joshua grew up normally, acting like a total punk throughout his childhood. Since Microsoft suffered from an economic nose-dive due to the events of Blackout, his family had seen both sides of society, as their high middle-income household soon dropped to a low-income mess. Since his parents lacked any funds to take any vacations, and his siblings already moved out to college, he entertained himself in the only way a punk could: vandalism. Several times he was sent to juvenile hall for unruly behavior, and several tickets and complaints were written due to his tendencies to involve illegal fireworks in most of his antics. Frustrated, his parents sent him off to boot camp, where he was disciplined and brutalized by no other than COG soldiers, who quickly eliminated his punk-ish attitude and turned him into a man (a man with many bruises and broken bones, nonetheless). Noticed for his incredibly strong attributes in demolitions and ballistics, Josh was hand-picked to join the Wake Initiative, an intelligence agency dedicated to global reconnaissance and spec-ops involvement. Now with war breaking out once more, and Microsoft quickly losing neutrality, Joshua's actions in this war could spell victory or death for this reviving giant. BASIC INFO Name: Christopher Owen (Chris, for short) Age: 67 (though appears to be 40) Faction: Microsoft Faction Role: (Current) President of Microsoft DETAILED INFO Appearance: Well-built. Brown-skinned and tall, his figure is immediately imposing when people greet him, though his bright, brown eyes tend to soften the mood. His hair is also black, but he is well-groomed and sports a full beard and coarse hair. Tends to wear neutral-colored suits, but tends to drift towards darker colors like grey and black. Personality: Charismatic, but disciplined. Chris has a rather warm and welcoming persona when out in the public, always eager to answer questions and generally a nice guy. When at office or in other work-related situations, he's more reserved, rather soft-spoken and letting his eyes do the talking. Unlike Jack, Chris' temper is much less apparent, though he does struggle to hold it in when he sees injustice of any kind. Because of the legacy me must follow, his personality can turn a bit nervous or overwhelmed, especially when he's directly compared to Jack. Skills/Weapons: Because he is the new President, he also inherited certain symbioses, though he ages rather slowly instead of being immortal. He has digital capabilities, but not to the extent of the former President; he's only able to control nearby electronics and whatever his Kinect can capture, which has a limited range. He carries a loaded S&W 500 with him wherever he goes, and is trained in an MMA of kickboxing and CQB. Bio/Backstory: Jack is dead, and so are his friends. Though their deaths are unknown, they died heroes, and will forever be remembered in the rather brief history of Microsoft. With a new generation needing a new hero, Chris ran for office, using his experience as a Microsoft representative in the UN for credentials. In a landslide victory, "We Owe You" Owen won office and began his presidency shortly after the events of Blackout. Inheriting a small arrangement of Jack's augmented abilities, plus a fraction of his digitized memories so that he understands the importance of his role, Chris began to work on bringing Microsoft back to relevancy. Things did not go according to plan, however, as backlash from the events of Blackout and a drop of economic interest dropped the Microsoftian economy. Now with another Console War coming up fast on the horizon, Chris' presidential capabilities will be pushed to their limits, as he will eventually have to drag Microsoft once more into the thicket of things. BASIC INFO Name: Spartan-947, Enoch Bernard, "New Chief" Age: 42 Faction: Microsoft Faction Role: In-Field Commander/Captain of Foxtrot Unit DETAILED INFO Appearance: Intimidating. He's always clad in grey MJOLNIR Gen. 2 armor, with black and gold accents. His armor is covered in various marks, dents and scratches, presented as though marks of achievement from various battles and firefights. Whenever he takes his helmet off, however, his face is also intimidating, as various scars cross the right side of his face. His short, blonde hair is contrary to his grey, featureless eyes, and his face in general seems to lack the vitality most human beings have. Personality: Dead serious. He seems to be perpetually angry all of the time, as no one, even his own teammates on Foxtrot, have ever recalled of him laughing, smiling, crying, or having any other emotional trait for that matter. His seriousness usually leads to people thinking that he's mad at something or is ruthless, but he can't help it. That's how the Spartan-IV program trained him. Skills/Weapons: Being a Spartan, he's a super-soldier in some sense. As standard, Enoch is very strong and resilient to most melee assaults. With a knack in battle-planning, he's become one of Microsoft's most advance strategists, usually making orders on the battlefield itself. Besides his unconventional tactics and strategies, he specializes in knife-fighting and room-clearing, as his weapons of choice are a COG Lancer, a Brute Shot, and a Gravity Hammer whenever assigned important tasks. Bio/Backstory: Even with the Chief gone, the Spartan-IV initiative still serves as a pinnacle of super-soldier technology and training, still producing quality soldiers like Enoch. Growing up privileged, he got easily frustrated at home and always wanted to do things himself, from making his own sandwich to fixing his own car. When he heard of the UNSC taking more recruits for "specialized purposes", Enoch was quick to sign-up, taking control of his own destiny. Surviving the brutal initialization and training involved with the Spartan-IV initiative, he quickly rose through the ranks, even though he usually defied his officer's orders. Because of his rebellious streak, the UNSC only allowed him to rise to the rank of Captain, and enlisted him in team school to teach him some discipline. That plan backfired, as Enoch soon used his new knowledge on the battlefield and in turn take control of his troops. As it turned out, he was much more competent and wise in leading his men than other captains were, and quickly garnered admiration from his own troops. He now reports directly to Chris, who, given what beyond the horizon, might be needing his expertise very, very soon. BASIC INFO Name:*Real Name unknown (Identifies as Nimon ((Which is pronounced NIH-Mohn)) Age:*Age: 130 (although looks 20) Faction: Microsoft Faction Role: Weapon DETAILED INFO Appearance:Has a matte grey Helicopter helmet sealed to his head - allows him to see in every wavelength of electromagnetic radiation, as well as recording what he sees and hears. Can monitor numerous people's life signs as well as his own using Nanobots administered from a bandage like needle The wires in his skin have been removed Wears a dark grey vest with a green Xbox logo running from shoulder to shoulder Very Pale skin. Barefoot. Almost no muscle. On the base of his neck is a cooling vent and through his almost translucent skin thin cooling pipes can be seen, feeding directly into his brain. Personality: Determined Skills/Weapons: Skilled in unarmed combat, but extremely adaptable having been trained to be able to use any basic weapon. Very acrobatic Nanobots fused to the lining on his cells can change his body rapidly into different forms Bio/Backstory: Nimon*was given to a Microsoft owned orphanage at the age of 4. Where he was raised with the intention of him becoming a Microsoft soldier, He was subject to horrific amounts of Microsoft Propaganda and during a routine soldier test, it was discovered he possessed an intellect that rivalled the original 3 children (Jack, Colonel Matthews, and Elizabeth). At age 8 his academic promise got him into the Praetorian Watchman project; a series of procedures that involved fusing microscopic technologies into the subject's body. The people that survived the procedure were paired into Genotype Matches; Nimon's partner being a 5 year old girl named Jeyran. Before they were flown into Orbit on board the Praetorian (A Space Station that could function as a surveillance station or as an orbital strike weapon), Blackout attacked the Praetorian, killing Jeyran and irreparably damaging the Praetorian. Nimon set it to self destruct and escaped via a shuttle pod. The Praetorian destroyed the city of Vita moments before Nimon crash landed in a meadow a few miles away, Nimon was knocked into a coma for a year. He wakes up in the Medical Bay of a Microsoft Base, suffering from Amnesia. Name: Jason Deverall Age: 26 Faction: Microsoft Faction Role: Alexa's squad; Medic Appearance: Brown hair cropped medium short, clean shaven, brown leather jacket; 5'11, average build. Personality: Still shows his spoiled self from time to time, and can often be at fault for it. Otherwise seems to be the optimist of the group. Skills/Weapons: MA5D Assault Rifle (http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120609173920/halo/images/thumb/9/9b/P275ASS.jpg/830px-P275ASS.jpg), 3 years of combat medic experience. Bio/Backstory: Born into a life of riches and snobbery, Jason shunned many of his peers and thought them lesser to him from an early age, until he met Alexa at the age of 9, and was convinced that it wasn't money that mattered. It was later that the two of them moved on to form the squad as they know it today. Name: Erin Serena Age: 25 Faction: Microsoft Faction Role: Alexa's squad; Stealth specialist Appearance: Medium long black hair, Black t-shirt and combat vest; dark purple bandana (The one thing that most people use to tell the difference between her and Eve) Personality: Much more reserved than the rest of the squad, but often the most creative of the bunch, along with her twin, Eve. Skills/Weapons: 2 Handed Katana, M7S SMG (http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20091102165013/halo/images/thumb/3/3e/Halo3-ODST_Silenced-SMG-02.png/830px-Halo3-ODST_Silenced-SMG-02.png). Black belt proficiency in martial arts. Bio/Backstory: Erin was always being confused with her sister, and vice versa, thus her plan was to move from her native land of Ireland at the early age of 11, being the independant girl that she was. She moved to New Natal and started to learn combat for herself, and quickly became incredibly skilled in many forms of martial arts. Shortly after, she met Alexa and Jason, and learned techniques in stealth playing for their paintball team. Name: Eve Serena Age: 25 Faction: Microsoft Faction Role: Alexa's squad; Demolitions expert Appearance: Medium short black hair; Black combat jacket (Often adorned with an array of explosives) Personality: Often calm, but pessimistic even at the smallest flaws. Quite creative at the best of times. (Much like her sister.) Skills/Weapons: M90 CAWS Shotgun (http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110819021403/halo/images/thumb/d/d6/M90_Shotgun_%28Torch_Side%29.png/830px-M90_Shotgun_%28Torch_Side%29.png), Explosive ordanace training Bio/Backstory: After Erin left for New Natal, Eve was focused on building her own identity, but she instead started to play with fire, and her days were spent messing with explosives which her slightly less than responsible uncle from the Dublin police EOD retrieved for her. At 14 she joined her Erin in New Natal, (Now having a much different look, and not easily confused.) quickly becoming an asset to their squad, and honing her firearm skills as well. BASIC INFO Name: GDN (full name is unknown) Age: Apparent 40, but it's actually over 60 Faction: SONY Faction Role: SONY SUPREME OVERLORD DETAILED INFO http://oi45.tinypic.com/2d8bix.jpg (by TheZimInvader) Appearance: Sackperson. Has about 2/3 the height of a normal human. Personality: Very overprotective. Prefers to take matters into his own hands than letting others risk their lives. He has also become quite depressive after CW4. Skills/Weapons: He knows basic survival techniques and weapon handling. Also known as a helicopter/jet pilot. He usually carries a M416 and a handgun. Bio/Backstory: His mother died when he was born, and his dad was assassinated a few years later. GDN grew in an orphanage, where he was constantly being bullied for being considered a puny sackperson. He decided to prove them wrong by joining the army. He fought as an unknown soldier in the first two wars, and earned high ranks. He finally became Commander when the last one got murdered. That was when he met Zim, whom he started to look after as a daughter. The two got involved in all kinds of adventures, including meeting clones of themselves and using an alien artifact to restore peace to the world. GDN got killed in that last adventure, but was found alive weeks later, prisoner of a newly found group, Ascension. In the quest that ensued to find out about this new group, Zim discovered that GDN was responsible for the death of her family, growing to hate on him and finally run away from him. Depressed, and after failing to protect his friend Mercuy during a recon mission, GDN abandoned his position as Commander, leaving the place to be filled by another rising officer. He would be found only 15 years after, by an agent named Rico Martinez and Zim herself. Finally reconciling things with Zim, he discovers that the new Commander was working for Ascension's new branch, Blackout. GDN manages to kill the traitorous Commander, and is rescued by Zim. Now, finally back in the Commander position, is time to settle things... BASIC INFO Name: Zim Invader Age: Over 40 Faction: SONY Faction Role: Second in Command at SONY DETAILED INFO http://oi45.tinypic.com/14kxzra.jpg (by TheZimInvader) Appearance: Sackperson. GDN and her are believed to be the last two of the kind. Personality: She is usually serious and cold. Very skeptical, the only one she truly trusts is GDN, and even that is subject to changing. Skills/Weapons: Her main weapon is her staff. She dislikes having to resort to firearms. Zim learned a lot about survival during the time she spent on her own, and so she is a master in perks like sneaking and free-running, as well as attacking and defending herself. Bio/Backstory: Zim grew up in a normal family, but financial issues and the upcoming war made her run away from her home. She spent a long time alone, learning useful skills but forgetting about her past. One day, on the verge of CW3, she went after GDN, who at first believed she was just another little girl. Turns out that little girl was going to experience all kinds of adventures by the side of the Commander. But, after CW3, her relation with GDN would decay as she finally returned to her old home and found it destroyed, by nobody else but GDN. After he ran away, Zim abandoned SONY and hid herself on her old village. Found years later by Rico Martinez, the two went after a search for GDN. Zim finally forgave him for his mistakes and returned to S?o Paulo with him. Now that a new war is right around the corner, Zim has started to experience strange nightmares, nightmares she thinks that might have something to do with her past experiences... And maybe even Blackout. BASIC INFO Name: Ziggy. Age: I can't remember.  Twenty-something.Faction: Sony. Faction Role: Medic. DETAILED INFO Ziggy was quite frankly the best medic in Sony’s arsenal, she just didn’t know it yet. Born in London, to a patriotic father and an overprotective mother, she was a pacifist at heart but of course, her dad never took that for an answer. Soon afterwards, Ziggy found herself enrolled in Sandhurst, training for a job she didn’t even want in the first place. No-one ever asked if she had wanted to be a soldier in later life, they just assumed. In reality, she had expressed a desire to go to university and eventually become a Game Designer. It certainly didn’t help when every time she went into town with her squad mates, the bus passed by MM Towers. Ziggy reasoned with the fact that if she couldn’t fulfil a lifelong dream, that didn’t mean she couldn’t end up doing something different to what they wanted her to do, or more accurately he. And what was the polar opposite of killing people? Ziggy talked to her commanding officer about transferring to a Field Medic course, but the places were all taken. Later in the week, she had gone out on an exercise with the squad, the first time everyone was using live ammunition, and it had backfired horribly, a soldier with the codename of Wolf had been hit by sniper fire. With only minutes to save his life and sparse medical supplies, somehow Ziggy had prevailed in the face of insurmountable odds. And after that, the sergeant had somehow “made” a place for her. The next day that same soldier who nearly died at the hands of an ally’s gun, came up to her, defying protocol and saying his first name was Jak, yet mysteriously Ziggy had discarded her first name and only uses her codename now. After graduation she was exported to America, in a peacekeeping team based on the outskirts of Texas, near Microsoft’s HQ, seeing as the city was in a state of virtual collapse, due to the aftermath of the worst war the world had ever seen. ((Think Console Wars IV)) And like every peacekeeping force in English history, it had failed drastically, everyone splitting up to a different faction, only Ziggy and Jak going to Sony, everyone knowing deep down that one day, if they ever had each other in their sights, they would have to pull the trigger. After an endless stretch of mind-numbing war, and seeing comrades all around her die unnecessarily, Ziggy came to the conclusion that she just wanted to run as far away from her camp, run away from her life, but was now too deep in this pointless little battle to back out now. Her squeaky clean black and white morals had morphed into twisted, indistinguishable shades of grey. Ziggy’s eyes were originally a beautifully crystal clear sapphire, but now were a deep whirlpool of midnight blue, almost an abyssal black. Some people had even been calling her Abyssal and she hated the name, it reminded her of the fact that she had changed in ways she had never wanted to or could possibly stop. But every day she pushed herself out of bed, hastily grabbed the M4 assault rifle on the side table and spent another day running through war torn battlefields; healing soldiers just so they could get killed again when she was tied up with another casualty. If there was a place called hell, Ziggy was convinced she was living through it. BASIC INFO Name: Jak. Age: Twenty eight. Faction: Sony. Faction Role: Commander. DETAILED INFO Jak was born to an extremely poor family, if you could even call it that; it was just him, his mother and his pitbull Rex at home. He was raised in Salford, Manchester, doing terribly at school and spending each lunchtime getting torn to pieces by a wide selection of bullies. No-one cared; he was just a nobody, a nothing. One night he woke up to find that his mother had gone out and left him to go out partying with her friends; not that this was out of the ordinary for him. After a week of being gone she had returned, **** drunk, with a man she had only met a few hours before and they started to make love... right in front of her son's eyes. The guy instantly took an intense dislike to "that little chav *******", knocking seven bells out of him every single day and eventually pursuading her mother that she would be better off without him. Jak knew that his mum would never desert him for some lowlife she had had only been in a relationship with for two weeks... Jak thought wrong. Soon dog and owner were thrown into the back of the battered, stinking of urine, lime green hatchback his mother's boyfriend had stolen from the dealer half a decade ago; driven all the way to Hackney in London and dumped there for good. He was only twelve at the time. From then on Jak lived on the streets, stealing whatever he could find and eventually a year or two later getting in contact with a high profile gang in the area. They liked how the young kid had approached a group of drug dealers and murderers with no hesitation in his eyes and no fear in his heart. From then on he worked his way up, gaining respect from the majority of the gang... the rest ending up lying in the gutter in a pool of their own blood. Jak had participated in the London riots on a whim and was caught nicking a 42 inch Sony plasma television from Curry's at 1 o'clock in the morning. He was offered a choice; go to juvy for the rest of his childhood, or join the army. He chose the latter of course. BASIC INFO Name: Dynamo. Age: Seventeen. Faction: Sony. Faction Role: Hacker. DETAILED INFO Dynamo was raised by an average family living in Austin, Texas. His dad was CEO of a small business involved in producing office stationary, his mom a nurse at the local hospital. He had a younger sister obsessed with Justin Bieber and an older brother in the high school football team. But he just didn't seem to fit in, the only thing he was good at was gaming; he wanted to compete in MLG tournaments when he was old enough or maybe become a journalist for a website like IGN. Apart from that, he just lived for the sake of living. One time he was searching Google, looking for videos to improve his K/D on CoD. Soon he found an awesome looking link, clicking on it without thinking. Instantaneously, his computer glitched out on him and was infected by a virus. Dynamo was about to attempt to remove it when a sudden thought spawned in his brain. He wanted to know how it worked, he wanted to know what made it tick. So he kept the virus on his laptop and watched how it progressed, studying it's evolution. He downloaded several different types of malware; trojan horses, spyware and worms, soon in awe at the fact that someone from the other side of the world was controlling his computer like a puppet on a string. But they weren't a hundred percent perfect; many were visibly transparent and even a total noob (or in other words a normal human being) could see through them. Eventually it just wasn't enough; he had reached the point where he wanted to code some for himself. So Dynamo researched even more, spending virtually every hour that he was awake learning how to hack. He unleased his "creations" onto the world, easily gathering credit card information and enjoying his new "job". It wasn't too long until significant heads were reared in the interwebs and he was given an invitation to join Anonymous, which he snapped up eagerly. He had planned the DDOS attacks on Sony but at the last second was caught and unlike Jak, sent to prison without a trial. But Sony knew that such talent was being wasted in an underground cell in the middle of nowhere. They needed a person who knew their systems inside out. Later that night they staged a fake rescue, forcing him to work for them or else be shot and left for dead. He chose the former of course. BASIC INFO Name: Gecko. Age: Fifteen. Faction: Sony. Faction Role: Assassin. DETAILED INFO Ziggy had asked Gecko what his past had contained; and he insisted that, before joining Sony, he had no memories. His mind was a clean, blank slate. Ziggy was certain that this was a straight out lie, but she had enough common sense not to continue interrogating him... Not if she wanted to survive anyway. Apart from that she had picked up on a Canadian accent, but that was it. Gecko was a total enigma, akin to a Rubik's cube which would explode in your face at the slightest touch and then put itself back together again. BASIC INFO Name: Yu (First name only) Age: 19 Faction: Sony Faction Role: She doesn't really have an actual role, and mostly does unimportant missions which no one else cares to take, along with the ones assigned to her by Elwood. DETAILED INFO Appearance: Average height, boyish body type, pale skin, black hair which is in a fairly long ponytail, small dull grey-blue eyes with barely visible eyebrows. She has a slightly long face, and a flat, wide nose. Her clothing consists of a plain white tanktop, with brown shorts that go to her knees and brown lace up boots. Personality: Cold, determined, rather adventurous, quiet, and serious. She doesn't speak to others unless it's required or if it's her family, or Aron. She doesn't show it to others, but she cares (almost an abnormal amount) deeply about her family, and keeps a picture of them wherever she goes. The same can be said about Aron. Skills/Weapons: She uses a pistol with a knife attached at the bottom, which can actually be launched from the gun incase of stealth being required or a lack of ammo. She keeps spare knifes strapped to her right arm, so she can quickly reload. She can decieve people with ease, is great endurance-wise, and had various survial skills, except for making a fire, which she finds quite embarrasing. Bio/Backstory: She was born in China, but moved to a foresty island at two with her family (Her parents and her soon to be born younger brother) which was owned by her wealthy uncle. As soon as her parents let her go off on her own, she spent all her time in the forest of the island, always finding new interesting things which she would always show to her younger brother first. But, a month after she had turned eighteen, her uncle had sold the island and her and her family had to move back to China. Yu wanted to find a new adventure somewhere else though, so she had decided instead of going back to China, she would go to Britian. Which she instantly regretted. Yu wanted to go back home, but her uncle had passed away, and her family had been hit by poverty, so she had to stay. She herself was hit was poverty, and desperate and missing her family, met and became roomates with Aron, another person in a situation similar to hers, minus the family part. They both needed money, and bad, which led to them both getting recruited by a suspicious man who goes by the name Elwood. BASIC INFO Name: Elwood (First name only) Age: 58 Faction: Sony Faction Role: Owner of Elwood News Network and Console Weekly News. Also owns The Market, a rather distasteful prison. DETAILED INFO Appearance: Average height, thin and pale, short grey hair, with some of the handsomeness he had in his past still slightly showing. His eyes are a bright, stunning color of green. He wears an average buisness suit with a grey tie. Personality: Appears like the friendly and joking type, but never shows his emotions about events that happen, whether they're good or bad. He's a genius naturally, and instantly charms almost everyone he meets, except for a few people who aren't his biggest fans. (The Unicorn and The Pig, for example.) Skills/Weapons: He never needs any weapons, as he rarely leaves the headquaters of his company, but if he does, he has plenty of bodyguards with him. Just incase though, he keeps a pistol in his suit at all times. Bio/Backstory: Not much is known about Elwood, besides the fact that he went to college at a very young age, and then quickly rose to fame with his news network almost right after graduating. BASIC INFO Name: Aron (First name only) Age: 20 Faction: Sony Faction Role: Like Yu, he does side missions and anything Elwood assigns him, but his missions are more stealth like. DETAILED INFO Appearance: Tall, with short black hair and large blue eyes. He has slightly pale skin, and slight freckles. His head is short, round, and slightly chubby. His clothing resembles Yu's, and is a white t-shirt with brown jeans and boots. Personality: Friendly, innocent, and funny. He can lighten up anyones mood, and is carefree. But don't let any of this deceive you, as Aron is strong and always has his guard up, and it's almost impossible to do a surprise attack on him, as he is a master of stealthiness. Skills/Weapons: His weapons vary depending on the mission, but mostly he'll use a knife, a smg, and smoke grenades. He has a revolver which he likes to use, but Elwood rarely lets him take it out on missions, so he only brings it on missions not assigned by Elwood, and also keeps it in a pouch on his jeans with him during his daily life. Bio/Backstory: Aron was born and raised in Britian, and lived a fairly average life. He graduated highschool and college with above average grades, but then, after graduating, couldn't find a job and had to become roomates with Yu due to finacial issues. The two became friends, and then both became hired by Elwood. BASIC INFO Name: Craigson Clarke Age: 34 Faction: Sony Faction Role: Peacekeeper DETAILED INFO Appearance: Around 5"10, Dark brown hair and eyes, Light full beard Personality: Cheerful and tries to be a charming guy even though he is says really cheesy lines sometimes but when it comes to the safety of others Clarke doesn't like to play around and will kill anyone who threatens someone close to his heart. Skills/Weapons: Glock 17 as primary weapon and is advanced in hand to hand combat Bio/Backstory: He won't tell anyone but it is suspected that he is looking for a friend and he is just upholding this job to get around more... Name: Tom Andal Age: 23 Faction: Sony Faction Role: Soldier DETAILED INFO Appearance: He has short hair, as per standards, as well as the usual uniform. He has a mocking look about him which leads to no one taking him seriously. Personality: Tom is in the war simply for glory. All he does is selfish except on the rare occasion where he's trying to make up for something, though it takes a lot to make him feel guilty. He is outgoing and usually nice to people, though he is mean spirited at heart. Skills/Weapons: His weapon is a gun, which he shoots reasonably well, as well as a small knife he received from his father before he had died of lung cancer. Bio/Backstory: Tom was born in Sao Paulo. He was privately educated, leading him to feel deprived. To combat this, he would sneak out to the military camps and watch the soldiers train. When he did see younger children, he appeared far older and mature than he actually was, yet he was still light hearted and fun. Because no one really knew him, he appeared mysterious and quickly gained favor with the formally taught crowd. He has a girlfriend, Rachael Winchester, who wants nothing more than to settle down and start a family with Tom. She was deeply hurt when Tom told her that he was going to be joining the army. One year later, he has now finished basic training and awaits assignment. BASIC INFO Name: Jackson Taylor Age: 38 Faction: Unaffiliated/Ex-Blackout Faction Role: Prisoner DETAILED INFO Appearance: Scrawny, pale, average-length brown hair with a naked chin on a long face. Personality: Selfish, egotistical, diabolical, charismatic. Skills/Weapons: Genius and good at convincing people to do what he desires. Also a very skilled liar. Horrible at physical combat however, relying on the help of others or technology. Backstory: Jackson was an innocent child raised by a twisted family. Jackson’s father was a wealthy yet insane cultist, hell bent on improving the human body. Jackson’s mother had similar ideals, and was on expert on anything human. Civilization, genetics, so on and so far. This was the life Jackson and his sister found themselves wedged into, a horrible existence they were forced to endure. One day, when she was in her late teens, Jackson’s sister was asked to cut open a still-breathing man. She violently refused, and ran away from home. This broke something in Jackson, who was rather close to her, and caused him to become half rebellious and half willing to go along with his parents’ sick schemes. Rather than improve the human to create an improved daily life however, Jackson wished to enhance key subjects to eventually create a single, ruling power. This, he believed, would lead to world peace. Besides the ear-piercing screams coming from his basement, life continued normally for Jackson. He went to school, got amazing grades, even had a girlfriend (the poor soul). One day though, he was asked by SEGA to lead a rather disturbing project. They wished to re-enter the console market using revolutionary technology they had found. The tech, when powered by an organic and intelligent being, could be used to brainwash and control anyone and everyone. This fit perfectly well with Jackson’s sick ideals, and he accepted the offer at once. Thus, Project Genesis came to life. A nameless girl was used as the host for the technology, and three other kids were brought on as test subjects. Those forced to undergo the trials suffered greatly, especially the host, who was now called Genesis. Eventually, it was discovered that a boy known as Michael would be a far superior host than Genesis, but upon attempting to replace her, she emitted a horrible scream which caused the town of Faithville to turn insane and violent. Jackson barely managed to escape, but shortly after was contacted by a mysterious group known as Blackout. They had heard of Project Genesis, and wished to use its power for themselves. Jackson, not wanting all his work to go to waste, accepted their offer to continue the project. For the next six years, Jackson attempted to recover blueprints for a missile known as Explosive Mind Annihilators. Before the scream had occurred, SEGA had suspected the technology within Genesis to be capable of turning a man insane. Six prototype EMAs were developed in case SEGA ever needed to defend itself from a hostile force. It was with these Blackout intended to destroy all the factions, but Jackson had different plans. Upon finally reaching the missiles, and in turn their blueprints, Jackson began to prepare to launch them at each faction’s capital and biggest city (second biggest assuming their largest was their capital). He was confronted by two of his test subjects (including Michael) and a man known as Isaac however, causing him to enter a hostile confrontation. Isaac had with him the crate that contained the SEGA Neptune, something Jackson wished to possess. A battle broke out, and in the end, Isaac was dead, Michael was injured, and Edin had fled. Jackson put the crate onto a transportation platform, launched the missiles, and fled Faithville. Upon arriving at the transportation platform’s arrival site, Jackson met a man known as Gabriel. The two fought, but Gabriel easily won and took the SEGA Neptune. Nintendo soldiers caught up with Jackson and arrested him, sticking him in a prison until they decided what to do with him. They eventually decided to transfer him to a high-level prison, but he was captured by Atari soldiers mid-relocation. He now finds himself in a secret, underground prison threatened with death for betraying Blackout, and in turn, Atari itself. BASIC INFO Name: Heather Jubilee Age: 27 Faction: Well, she was working for Sony, but now she's unaffiliated, since Blackout kidnapped her at the Vanilla Bean Roadside Diner, outside of New Natal. Faction Role: At first, she was an assistant for Isaac Knowles, Vice President of one of Sony's major branches in it's capital city of Sao Paulo. Now, she's been dragged into some sort of twisted hell hole, so right now, she's just trying to stay alive. She'll be going into special missions though, if that's what you're asking for. DETAILED INFO Appearance: She'll be switching between regular clothes and some squad gear sometimes, although her face won't really be covered much, if at all. She has natural dark blonde hair and blue eyes, and will be pretty beat up in some cases. (At least around the beginning) Personality: Because Blackout captured her, tortured her, and kept her in a miniature cell, locked away from anyone else for several weeks, she'll be suffering from Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, and will freak out sometimes. Seems a bit odd, but it makes sense. It'll also be pretty tough on her when she figures out her own best friend, Isaac Knowles, had died, and will blame herself, dropping him off in Faithville without any help. She's not gonna be too emotional and all, that would just make her annoying, but I do plan to fit in that despair cycling inside her mind and body, to give some of my posts true, emotional depth that hopefully will add to the overall war. Skills/Weapons: She trained in archery when she was a child, but that's been a while. Still, she can handle a gun fairly well, but is not a complete expert. Due to several doses of electric torture, she suffers from constant spasms, which will mess her up in certain situations Bio/Backstory: Heather Jubilee was an average girl. She had a loving mother, but her father died before she was ever born. Still, they were able to push through until the economy collapsed in her teenage years. Her mother was having trouble supporting the two of them after getting laid off, but Heather was maturing, and decided to head off, and get her own job and home, at a fairly young age. At age 20, she met a guy named Isaac Knowles, and they became great friends. A few years later, when she was really struggling to make ends meet, he hired her onto Sony, and not long after, made her his personal assistant. They were great friends, and were doing plenty to help each other out. One day though, Isaac had gotten a mysterious crate delivered to him, that looked to be like Ascension, just like others found around the world....only it was different, and the two of them were pulled into things. They met many along the way, as Isaac tried finding answers, and after he buried the crate for safe keeping in Canniba Valley, where his father had been killed, and he would've been too if he hadn't escaped, it was returned to him when they went to the base of four other Sony agents, where it was sent back to him. Isaac knew what he had to do, he had to head for the Sega Headquarters, right in the heart of Faithville which was currently a mad house, and electrically charge the crate before it ran out of juice. Heather helped drive him there, but then found something, while trying to help stop Blackout. She found information that pointed to Rico Martinez, a friend of Isaac's, who worked for the S.S.O., to be working for Blackout, transmitting classified Sony data to the terrorist groups. As she tried picking up his trail though, she was captured by Blackout Agents, and thrown in Atari Prison, as they knew she had something to do with Isaac Knowles, Rico Martinez, and possibly Seera Ihkrov, messenger of the crate. With each and every torture session though, her knowledge of reality begins to slip, more and more, not knowing how much longer she'll last. BASIC INFO Name: Mercuy Seventyeight Age: 51 Faction: Unaffilated Faction Role: Private investigator DETAILED INFO Appearance: Long unkept black hair, short beard, typical white jacket, black t-neck. Personality: Calm, Calculated, learned to trust no one of any faction after years of being betrayed by those he thought of as friends, often regarded as a voice of reason in many situations. Skills/Weapons: Custom DMR, T-1 Energy Sword, 99-Series 5 Sniper, Accelerated healing process, Plasma power in his left arm, giving him certain active offensive abilities. Bio/Backstory: Always known to be one to stick his head where it doesn't belong, Mercuy has been a part of stopping the wars ever since the third, and thus has worked with just about every major power and faction that there is. But through his missions, and a 23 year capture, he's learned not to trust anyone, and that there's a deeper reason why the wars keep on repeating, and why groups keep trying to maintain the wars; he wants to know more. Character Application BASIC INFO Name: Seera Ihkrov Age: 47 Faction: Unaffiliated, ex-Sega Faction Role: Like I said, unaffiliated, but when he did work for Sega, he helped with blueprints and designing for future projects, was always caught in his own work, and would sometime seclude himself from other activities. DETAILED INFO Appearance: Black hair, beginning to grey though. Blue eyes, and a normal, solid build. Will sometimes wear a leather jacket. Personality: Had good intentions, but worked with some bad people. He's been on the run for a long time now though, and can't trust anyone anymore....except one person. Skills/Weapons: No real need to fight at first, but he can fight some. He's also acquired a bit of Sega's technology, and has even developed his own. Bio/Backstory: Seera Ihkrov was a man who could make a difference in the world. He had been working for Sega for a while, but didn't do a lot, until Sega was desperate. They were hungry to come back up top, along with Nintendo, Sony and Microsoft, and would do whatever it took. He was tasked to help bring Sega back, by launching something new to the masses, and had found the technology that would help them. A man named Jackson was sent in to help on this project, which they titled 'Project Genesis'. They would use the power of Genesis to help them in their goal, but things went awry. Jackson was making deals with people he shouldn't have, and tried to gain control over Ihkrov, despite the friendship they had grown while in the development stages of the Sega Neptune. Then, all hell went loose, when a scream came from their source of power, Genesis, that shook the city where they were working at, Faithville, to some sort of nightmare world. Seera tried stopping it, but it was too late. And Sega was only making it worse. He had to flee, seeing what Jackson had turned into, and stole what was going to bring them back on top, their console, the Sega Neptune. Seera tried gathering intel, finding out about Jackson's deals with Blackout, and knew they were coming after him. He also knew that before he had taken it during the Faithville Incident, something was put in, something not authorized, that he did and still does not know about. Seera Ihkrov couldn't trust anyone, and decided to get rid of the console, but make sure it wouldn't be easy, if Blackout got a hold on it. After gaining knowledge of the rumors of crates being smuggled throughout places like Pakistan and Brazil, he knew this was his perfect chance. Ihkrov disguised the crate carrying the console, as that of Ascension, and delivered it to Isaac Knowles to take care of, for reasons that will be revealed in this very war. The only way for it to be opened was for it to be electrically charged via Sega charging panels, back in Faithville, back in the Sega Headquarters. But Jackson took it, it then Gabriel took it, then.....someone else took it. Genesis, or, Jenny, was now dead, and Seera Ihkrov will do what it takes to stop Blackout, Ascension, and Sega, and make sure Neptune is dealt with. Name: Rhym Veir Age: 17 Faction: Unaffiliated Discription: Young Rhym wasn't around for the previous wars. ((Just like me, the writer! )) But now, he has found his way into one. Rhym had had a rough childhood. Raised in poverty and never escaping it's clutches. He was finally fed up with it. After making a hard decision, Rhym decided to leave his hometown, his family, and all he knew about life. After about 2 weeks on the road, living off anything he could steal or scavenge, Rhym was mistaken for an Xbox faction revivalist and taken into custody by the Sony faction. After escaping by tricking the guards into thinking there was a distraction behind them, Rhym ran to the mountains and hid. That was when he met Them. (Lol copypasta from last time when I didn't know anything!  )Disappeared early in the last war. Weapons: Anything he can get his hands on. After being raised in poverty, you learn to fight with what you have. Bio/Backstory: ((I did a little of this in the description... Oh well...)) Rhym is a very quiet person. When he talks, it's not to say much. But it is important. He is cunning, smart, and will turn on you in a snap. Avoids killing as much as he can (meaning he goes for the knockout instead) but will do whatever is necessary when need be. Name: Sigil Age: 17 Faction: Unaffiliated Faction Role: Dat one guiz DETAILED INFO Appearance: Umm... http://www.gedzo.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/dsfdsf1-e1299768359419.jpg Good enough. Personality: Seems nice at first, but then goes traitorous. Skills/Weapons: A van he stole from Blackout and whatever was left in it. [COLOR=#333333]Bio/Backstory: Grew up in the same place as Rhym. Was actually best friends with Rhym. But as they got older, his ideals changed. He, too, was tired of living in poverty. But Sigil went a different way than Rhym to change how he lived. He wanted revenge. Not redemption. Name: Alice and Lake (they are twins) Age: 17 Faction: Unaffiliated. Faction Role: Alice is more of a soldier/warrior and Lake is a medic, though they can really be either. DETAILED INFO Appearance: Both have dark brown hair, pale skin and blue eyes. They are pretty much identical other than the fact that they are different genders. Personality: Lake is optimistic, cheerful and intelligent, though tends to rush into things rather than thinking about them first. Alice is more untrusting, calculating and sarcastic, though once you get to know her she lets you see her soft side easily. Skills/Weapons: Neither have any weapons other than the abilities that were given to them at a young age. Alice can modify the growth of plants as well as make them do her bidding, while Lake can speak to animals through telekinesis and use their advantages such as flight, better eyesight etc. to gain an advantage. Bio/Backstory: Lake and Alice were left at the doorstep of an orphanage 17 years ago, with nothing but a piece of paper with their names on it. Clearly their parents wanted the orphanage to take them in, however a passing scientist, studying the effects of injecting genes from other non-human species into human infants, took them from the doorstep to his lab. Here at the lab they endured many years of experiments, with Alice being experimented on with plant genes, and Lake with animal genes. These did not have the desired affects, since the scientist had anticipated the children gaining qualities of the species they had been injected with, instead, they gained the ability to control the species they had been injected with, and using these powers, managed to escape the lab, with Alice accidentally killing the scientist in the process, mentally scarring her to become more cold and wary when it came to meeting new people. Lake, having not witnessed the gruesome end of their father-figure (having been torn in two by thorny vines), remained unscarred and trained in medicine so that he could help anyone unfortunate enough to end up on the receiving end of one of his sister's sporadic outbursts. For a few years now they have been living in the forest, in a house that Alice created from telling trees to form a shelter for them, however news of the war is spreading fast, and the birds in the skies soon tell Lake that trouble is brewing. The two decide to leave the woods and see if their abilities can prove any help in the world at large. Name: Res (thing in the latin stuff) Age: 27 (abuot 72 lombax years give or take) Faction: Unaffiliated, possible vigilante if no-one wants him. Faction Role: None, yet. DETAILED INFO Appearance: 5'9. White lombax with red eyes, not muscular and slightly skinny - wears what looks alot like theives guild armour from skyrim - although a played-down version (alot more like a zelda-guild crossover) barefoot. Personality: Detatched, able to understand emotions without being able to feel sentiment or loss, still has emotions but sympathy is limited (much like alice from Luther) Skills/Weapons: Immense agility and stealth slightly hindered by current physical state. Prefers knives and a bow to ballistic but will use anything he can find, carries a knife but nothing else to lower carried weight. Bio/Backstory: Stuck in hypersleep for the course of the CW, preserved by the species as a surviving member of the lombaxes; upon waking up however the rest of the hypersleep chambers are open and there is no-one to be seen. Elected by lottery, now has no idea what is going on and is slightly worse for wear - shortened muscles, slight narcolepsy and emotional detatchement. Assuming his family is dead, he strives to survive in the world to find the rest of the lombaxes, who he knows deep down are dead. No affiliation with any of the factions, his father once worked for sony but apart from this his knowledge of the rivalry is limited to say the least. However, torturous treating of the species by microsoft has lead to an underlying feirce passion to destroy them, so an alliance is unlikely. Also, ability to speak english is limited. Name: Alex Hawkins* Age: 25 Faction: Unaffilliated Faction Role: time to blow **** up to get his revenge on one man and one faction who both left him for dead! Appearance: 5"11, short Brown hair that slightly hangs over his eyes.* Personality: Nervous but hell bent on not only revenge but finding his friends and family, AKA p***** off Skills/Weapons: Any thing he can get his hands on and is able to snap necks at speed Bio/Backstory: Former Microsoft agent who deserted the faction after he became suspicous of their course of action. During his infilltration to a base he met both Rico Martinez and Issac knowles, after a close escape Alex was then introduced to Alexa Ridge and Heather, after some total Badassery action scenes, Alex was shot shortly after a Blackout ambush on the group, saved by Heather,the group made their way into Faithville where Alex was captured by Microsoft Agent and sniper Jordan and left for dead attached to a lamp post. Name: Isaac Newborne Age: 68 Faction: Unaffiliated Faction Role: Prophet/ Preacher. DETAILED INFO Appearance: His clothes are old and tattered though none so much as him. He wears a simple robe that looks more like a sack. He is balding and unkempt with poor posture. Personality: He is rather silent and keeps to himself, save for the times when he is able to spread the word of the ones he works for. Skills/Weapons: He is persuasive and quickly finds the power of PR which allows him to become even more-so. His only weapon is his tongue, though he has been known to mix a potion or two. Bio/Backstory: Isaac Newborne was born in a small village whose name is now forgotten to most, though Isaac knows it as Yu' Liberte'. Ever since he left, Isaac has refused to take sides in the wars, hating all equally. Since he is always looking for more peaceful lands, he has never really made friends. During the third Console Wars, Yu' Liberte' became the victim of the war, collateral damage. Isaac sent many letters to the higher-ups of the big three yet none would even respond. In the fourth war, Isaac had attempted to hide within Microsoft's own capital, New Natal, yet war had come none-the-less. So, he left. Ever since, he has been living within the Cheagle Woods, cursing everyone and everything. | 2012-06-21 18:59:00 Author: Merc Posts: 2135 |
| Character Status Nintendo Gabriel: Captured inside a Blackout occupied prison Drago: Interrogating Heather Zeta: On a mission; evading groups of mercenaries Microsoft Alexa: Heading out to assemble the team Josh: Going to deal with a problem in New Natal Chris: Giving a dying child his last wish Enoch: Escorting Chris through the MS HQ lobby Nimon: In an old Microsoft Medical Base, in a standoff with the security personnel Sony GDN: Recovering from a battle with a shelf at the London Museum of History Zim: Recovering from a battle with a shelf at the London Museum of History Ziggy: Running from cops and fanboys in New Natal Yu: On a delivery trip gone wrong Elwood: At the ENN HQ Aron: On a mission in places unspecified Craigson: ? Tom: ? Unaffiliated Jackson: Escaping the clutches of Blackout. Location now unknown Heather: Being interrogated by Drago Mercuy: Escaping Sao Paulo Seera: ? Alice & Lake: In a small town; In a verbal standoff with Res Res: In a small town; In a verbal standoff with Alice & Lake Alex: Holding Zeta at gunpoint Isaac: ? | 2012-06-21 19:01:00 Author: Merc Posts: 2135 |
| Chapter 1: Assembly Ocean waves and winds swept past the boat as it cut through the waters and left a wake of ripples behind it. The sails flapped with a certain elegance, but with a way that makes them move the vessel with immense speed. Alexa stepped out of the cabin and basked in the morning light as she moved towards the bow and checked her compass, noticing that she was slightly off course. She clenched her hand into a fist, then spread her fingers, pointing towards the mast and twisted her wrist. The mast and sails turned ever so slightly, but enough. I'm getting quite good at this. Not many approved of her vacation, but Alexa needed time to figure things out for herself, and it had worked to bring her power up to speed. She retreated back to her lounging chair, but was immediately intruded upon by a vibrating sound. Alexa picked up her phone, but instead of dropping it again like the rest of her trip, she peered at the caller ID, and with a large measure of reluctance, answered the call. "Jason, why are you disturbing me right now? I'm on vacation." "And you picked a horrible time for a vacation." "We've taken out Eric, and the rest of the Blackout main base, why are you so worried?" "Well first off, that's wrong; they may have dissapeared from the media because of our little stunt, but they're far from destroyed. Second, we need you back home again. The console wars are coming back, if not already started. Hyrule city's in ruins so they're pretty screwed over right now, and Sony also believes that both Microsoft and Nintendo had plots to kill off citizens of Sao paulo, what with MS being at that press release, then them still believing that Nintendo crashed that plane. Getting to the important bit, new MS leader wants you to be a teacher's pet." "Say again?" "He's putting together a bunch of task forces, wants you at the head of his most advanced one. Task Force Dawn." "Fancy, but uh.. Why? And who am I going to be working with here?" "Rest of us squad presumably, but I don't know the man's intentions. Just get back here." "Fair enough." "Alright, see you later then." She hung up the phone and laid it back down on the floor, and closed her eyes and fell back down into her chair as she closed her eyes and started to relax again. Ah, little Alexa... never liked being told that she couldn't do something, or being told what to do. Even in her early years she wouldn't take **** from anyone, and if she did, well... A small hum started to ring in Alexa's ears, and being at sea for as long as she was, it was the sound she'd known as a motorboat engine ripping through the water, but instead of getting louder as it passed by her, it became quieter, and soon to an absolute stop. Her eyes burst wide open and dashed right towards the starboard side of the boat as a woman in black stood on Alexa's boat with a magnum in hand. She was Blackout. She took a shot but Alexa had already moved from her seat and was up in her face trying to rip the gun from her hand. 5 shots fired from the gun as the two of them struggled over the weapon, but the fight ended quickly as Alexa forced the girl right over the edge of the boat with a blast from her hand. She flew back onto her own boat and picked up a rifle that was on the floor as she got up and fired back at Alexa, pinning her back down to the ground. Time to give her my little surprise. Alexa clenched her hand into a fist again and started to pulse more energy through her arm & bracer. "I wouldn't **** with me if I were you Alexa, I'm the one with the gun here." "We'll see about that miss..?" "Don't worry about learning it." "You're right, you're ready for a watery grave." Alexa popped up from her cover and brought her arm back, then pushed forward, delivering a devastating shockwave which bowled over the Blackout boat, but not before the girl managed to hit Alexa with a bullet that punched through the skin on her right shoulder. Once Alexa saw the boat was not coming back up to the water, she collapsed right on the ground, with the combined loss of energy and pain of the gunshot wound. All that she could do at this point was pull the lever for the emergency engine on the back of the boat and speed off, but just as she was about to doze off again, she saw something that thee Blackout girl had dropped on the boat, an ID card. Sienna Robertson. I'll keep that in mind. ...Let's just say that Alexa having a grudge is a bad thing, and much to the contrary of what she thinks, Sienna isn't going down easily. She'll figure that out soon enough. | 2012-06-21 19:02:00 Author: Merc Posts: 2135 |
| Chapter 1: Prison Break. Ten years ago. SEGA Research and Development Building, Anchorage, Alaska Time: 2:07 P.M. A large, intricate clock, with a golden ring providing an outline for it, stood high above the office of one SEGA Agent, leading those who worked there with him in the snowy lands of Alaska. Besides the constant ticking, and the diligent note-writing, the room was completely silent. This silence, however, was broken one day as as the sound of foot-steps could be heard across the hallways of the mighty edifice. A woman barged into the man's own office, and proceeded to stretch one of her arms out as she handed over a phone that she had been holding onto securely while making her way to there. Woman: "Captain Ihkrov, I'm sorry for interrupting you, but there's someone who wants to speak with you." Seera Ihkrov: "Well, couldn't you have just provided an extension to my own work phone?" Woman: "I'm sorry, he says it's urgent not to provide any form of extension, ...he doesn't want anyone to be able to hear in on the conversation." Seera: "..Alright then, thank you. That'll be all." After taking the phone from the lady, he shoo'ed her away, asking to close the doors behind her as well, as he remained sitting at his desk. Seera: (on phone) "This is Seera Ihkrov. Who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?" John: "Hey Seera, it's John." Seera: "Ah.., Mr. Cappucino, it's good to be speaking with you. How are things doing?" John: "Things are going well, how are you doing, holding up the fort over in your little icy estate?" Seera: "Things are going slow, but the atmosphere itself is amazing. You should really drop by some time and.....well, that's not what you really came to talk about, now did you?" John: "No, I'm afraid not." Seera stood there, looking around at his office, not yet saying another word. He pushed his chair back and got up, and closed the blinds on his windows. Seera: "I'm listening." John: "You must know that what I'm about to tell you can't be told to anyone.. anyone. Seera: "You have my word." John: "...Okay. Several days ago, some men of ours were able to find certain...technology." Seera: "Technology? Where?" John: "In a vault." Seera: "Where was this vault? John: "I don't know, not much about it yet at least. They're trying to keep it as confidential as possible. Only around twenty people know about it so far, I had to do a lot just to be able to tell you." Seera: "That's very kind of you, but why must I know about this?" John: "Face it Ihkrov, you're one of the best engineers SEGA has. They're already setting up a conference to talk with some of the head honchos on what they're planning to use it for, and you're invited." Seera: "Invited? Where will this conference be taking place?" John: "Over at the Headquarters building in Faithville, Texas." Seera: "Well..alright then. Thank you John, I really appreciate it. I just need to know one more thing. What's this conference supposed to be about, besides this newly acquired technology?" John: "Like I said, they're keeping it top secret, but they're sending a jet over to where you are to pick you up. All I know is that they've given the conference some sort of codename." Seera: "..And what is this codename?" John: "Project Genesis." --------------------------------------- Present Day. Blackout Prison Cell, Sunnyvale, California Time: Unknown. Guard: "What do you know about 'Project Genesis', huh?" Heather's eyes widened completely, screaming in pain as she felt the pain of the beholder's whip as it lashed against one of her arms. The pain was unbearable, as she sat there, chained up in the poorly-lit interrogation room, with agents dressed in soulless black armor, occupying the different corners of the room. Guard: "Why were you after Rico Martinez, and what were you doing for Sony?" Heather tried explaining, but her mind had already slowly been slipping. Her vision was blurred, and she wasn't sure how long she had been held in this nightmare land, but the cuts and bruises all over her hinted that it might have been a while. Guard: "Don't feel like talking, huh?" The Guard readied his whip, prepared to slash it against her once again, this time prepared to hit Heather's right leg, before he was cut off by another guard, demanding to stop the torture process, and to instead take her back to her holding cell. She heard the footsteps of other soldiers walking by her, unlocking the metal binds that were tightly wrapped around Heather's wrists and ankles, and dragging her out of the room, as her mind began fading to black. | 2012-06-21 19:12:00 Author: Dragonvarsity  Posts: 5208 |
| Yu kicked at random rocks on the ground as she walked along the sidewalk which led to the headquarters of ENN. She was in anything but a happy mood, as Aron had left this morning on a mission without any warning, and only left a note behind saying he would be back soon. She had always told him he could just wake her up and tell her then, but he never listened. Within a few minutes, she had arrived at the headquarters. It was a tall, shiny, white skyscraper with the entrance surrounded by four gigantic fountains, something which Yu thought was a bit too much. She entered and started to head towards Elwood's office. "Hello, Yu," Elwood greeted her with the same annoyingly cheerful smile he always did. "Please, sit down." Yu sat down on the nearest chair, which wasn't really anything special, and the same went for Elwood's office (Which was quite odd in Yu's mind, as the rest of the building was completely overdone and over the top). "Hello, Elwood. Was there a reason for you asking me to come by?" "Of course," He gave her another smile, this one so fake and cheerful it almost gave Yu actual pain to look at. "I know you're going to visit your family over the weekend, four days from now, but-" "If this interfers with my plans, I decline," Yu crossed her arms. "If you don't mess up, everything should be fine. All I need you to do is to deliver some files. If you leave by tonight, you should be able to come back in a couple of days, probably on Thursday sometime around midnight. I'll pay you extra for this, because I know you're in need of the money." Yu sighed, with her and Aron's financial troubles, it would be stupid for her to decline, but still, arriving at midnight on Thursday left her almost no time to prepare before she would have to be going to the airport for her flight to China. And, plus, if she had to leave tonight, she probably wouldn't be there when Aron returned. Already regretting her decision, Yu nodded. "Fine, get whatever I'll need ready, I'll come back in a few hours to depart," Yu gave a wave goodbye, and started walking towards the door to leave. "Yu," Yu stopped and turned around, raising an eyebrow. "Thank you." Without responding, Yu exited the room. | 2012-06-21 20:13:00 Author: Unknown User  |
| Gabriel laid down on his bed, looking up towards the boring, grey ceiling. Leaky pipes had caused it to become damp, with occasional water drops falling and landing on Gabriel’s nose, much to his annoyance. The quiet sound of cars driving could be heard, could always be heard. But they were always far, far above. Life touched by the sky continued on, but for those not so lucky, well, it wasn’t so glamorous. Somehow, someway, Gabriel had found himself in prison. Not any old official prison though, this one was run by the infamous Blackout group. Previously, Gabriel was supposed to hate them, but the opposite was, in fact, true. The only contact he had with them was responsible for getting him and his daughter, Annabella, out of Faithville, a hell-hole town plagued with insane murderers. This “establishment” Gabriel now found himself in was causing them to lose points rather quickly however. “Hey newbie,” a strangely familiar voice said. Gabriel sat up, staring towards the cell in front of him. Inside was a tall but skinny man, his messy hair covering the upper portion of his face, including his eyes. A small, disturbing grin could still be seen though, making Gabriel feel slightly uncomfortable. “Yeah, whatcha want?” Gabriel asked, his Southern accent taking charge once again. “How long you think it’ll take ‘till you break?” the man asked, suddenly leaping towards the bars separating him from freedom. Gabriel flinched at the sudden action, and then regained his posture. “Don’t think I have anything worth breaking for partner,” Gabriel said, returning to lying on the not-so-comfortable bed. “Ah,” the man said. “Even worse.” “How so?” Gabriel asked, bolting back to the sitting position. “It’s a bit clich?, but once you enter, you only leave one way,” the man chuckled, slowly sliding away from the bars. Gabriel noticed he had several scars covering his near naked body, some long, others short. “And what would that one way be?” Gabriel questioned, now finding himself a bit worried. “You’re useless to them. You have no information. They’ll try a few times to get something out of you, but once they realize you’re a waste of resources, they’ll throw you in the pit with the rest of ‘em,” the man explained. “You’re going to die, just like the rest of us.” | 2012-06-21 20:23:00 Author: Testudini  Posts: 3262 |
| The floor was cold under Res?s feet, and the amniotic fluid from the hypersleep lay around him in a pool. His legs were shot and his back felt like it?d been broken, not to mention the inability to move his arms anywhere past 90 degrees. After about an hour of small stretches Res finally could manage to get up, daylight was pouring in through a hole in the ceiling and the four other pods, smashed outwards, gleamed in the light. He only remembered a few strands from before ? the drawing of a lottery ticket, the shrieks of his family and the long underground journey to his holding pen, as his friends called it. Everything else just blurred into one loud, sad event. He started to walk, picked up a shard of glass from the floor and shuffled towards the light, he was much skinnier before and naked, he grabbed some armour from the shelf and toppled over, the shelf collapsed on top of him. He tried to pull his legs from under the shelf, but a long time of hypersleep had left his muscles almost useless ? how long had he been out? He mewed loudly for help, hoping some lucky traveller would find him in the wreckage, but no-one came. He was low on food, and delirious from such a long sleep. He heard rustling ahead, obviously his calls had drawn something ? or hopefully someone had been attracted by his calls, so he shouted louder ? no one could understand him, but what did that matter? The noise of footsteps filled him with hope. But it wasn't human footsteps, it was a tiny pitter-patter rather than the slow stomping of even the most stealthy humans. No, this was something else entirely. Then Res spotted one on the edge of the room - a little twitch of its slender body as it crawled towards him, eyes intrigued and somehow hungry. Rats. There were rats in the room. Res started to mew even louder as the pack began streaming into the room like a sea of black bodies heading towards Res, who had just enough time to look up at the Texan sky and a massive white building as the rats descended on him. That's when Res first started screaming. | 2012-06-21 21:04:00 Author: flamingemu  Posts: 1872 |
| ((Only 3 posts so far? I r dissapoint. The first day should be where we get like 50 posts. I AM STILL HOPEFUL THOUGH. SO POST)) | 2012-06-21 22:27:00 Author: Merc Posts: 2135 |
| ((are there not 4? based on number of posts being a logarithmic scale of awesomeness that's 10 times as good)) | 2012-06-21 22:32:00 Author: flamingemu Posts: 1872 |
| Ziggy made her way through New Natal in complete civilian dress; armed with only a Desert 5 and a serrated combat knife for protection. And an array of medical supplies stuffed hastily inside a messenger bag. And a spherical chunk of C4 stuffed in Jak's backpack, shape akin to a Bob-Omb. She glanced to her left and attempted to bore into his eyes, to embed some sort of guilt in his conscience. He didn't notice. Or he didn't care. Probably a mixture of both. Jak. A friend. A soldier. A terrorist. Like her. Ziggy. Ziggy the terrorist. “It suits you.” Her sergeant's acrid tones slithered back into her subconscious, it's return unwelcome after departing not even an hour before. Her sergeant, whose motives she had questioned. Her sergeant, whose audacity she had confronted. Her sergeant, whose right finger pulled back the trigger, mercilessly sending a .9 Caliber bullet deep into her right foot. Ziggy absentmindedly reached her hand into the pocket of her skinny jeans to check it was still there. The silken metal cooled her fingertips and stabilized the nausea residing deep in her gut. She looked up to see Jak continue to push their way through the crowd, every single person in the deafening sprawl seemingly carrying the new Halo game, whatever the hell it was called. It didn’t really matter when she considered the fact that it was the sixteenth edition of a product neither herself or Jak liked in the first place. Every single person running back to their respective houses, to place their respective disks in their respective consoles. That word repeated itself in her head, rebounding against the lining of her brain. Run. Run as fast as you can. She briefly glanced at her watch, battered through surviving many a year of pointless combat. Ten past twelve. It must have been a midnight launch. And those people would never have the satisfaction of placing that disk in that console. Because tonight was the night that they were going to die. Tortuously. Horrendously. Sickeningly... No. Don't think like that. Because once a target has feelings, they have a reason to exist. And that one reason they should exist instantly drowns out the many reasons that they shouldn't. “You really think we’ll get through this?” She directed the question at Jak, her eyes locking onto his. He didn’t flinch. “Sure we will. Bullet ridden, scarred for life, maybe a little bit decapitated, but then again, you’re amazing at fixing that sort of stuff... Right?” The silence was immeasurable. Ziggy continued to stroll onwards into the lions den, her stance resembling that of a doomed zebra or gazelle, rather than the king of the jungle itself. “Sorry. I was being sarcastic. We’ll be fine.” Their fatigued trance pulled them into the blazing heat that clung to their skin in the silky velvet darkness of the night. She looked up. A full moon hung solemnly above. Time for the Wolf to come out to play. After five more minutes of trudged steps, they gave into their fatigue; sitting down on a nearby bench, Jak getting back up to buy some cool slushies from a nearby ice cream van. She could think of no logical reason why there was an ice cream van still running in the middle of the night, at least until she could see the steadily building line of teenagers lining up outside, clutching said Halo game. Ziggy carefully scanned the vicinity to find that Jak had left his backpack lying aimlessly on the bench. She barely had a minute to relax before the tinted shadow of a policeman lay before her feet. “Do you have a permit?” His drawling voice radiated of pompous self importance, obnoxiously grating on her eardrums after only a nanosecond of hearing it. “A permit? Why would I need a…” Then it clicked. To come into a five mile radius of Microsoft’s Headquarters, you needed a little slip of paper that took a month to obtain and only lasted for a year. They hadn’t had enough time to even apply for one and even if they did, they wouldn't have. It was too big a risk. “You don’t have one do you? I’m afraid you’ll have to come with me.” This guy was enjoying every single stumble she made. Ziggy tried to gesture to Jak, but he was now preoccupied with talking to the vendor. “Of course I do, let me get it out for you.” She reached into her shirt, the dextrous fingers of her right hand seemingly searching for the misplaced document. “Hang on, is that a –” Ziggy stabbed him viciously with the dagger, pulling him close and aggressively working it through his heart. To anyone walking past, it would look like an affectionate bear hug. When Ziggy felt the man’s resistances give, she calmly withdrew the blade and laid the officer on the bench. She slung the backpack over her shoulder and walked five short metres towards Jak; one glance was all she needed to convey the situation to him. “Crap. Didn’t take that long did it?” Her commander chanced a swift glimpse at the body slumped limply against the bench; the black cotton of his shirt gradually transforming into a vivid crimson. “I thought medics were meant to heal people, not kill them...” He was about to throw the drinks down into a nearby bin, but Ziggy stopped him with a subtle tap on his wrist. “They could get our prints that way.” They barely had time to cover ten feet before a wide selection of anguished cries reached their eardrums. The pair began to bolt for the North Gate of the plaza, but guards armed with assault rifles blocked their way, pushing them back. | 2012-06-21 22:42:00 Author: abyssalassassin  Posts: 717 |
| ((THOU HOPES SHALL BE FULFILLED)) It has been almost 2 months since the small city of Petropolis got hit by a nuclear warhead. Although no group took the responsibility for the attack, flight research suggests that the missiles were fired from the North, strongly suggesting that Microsoft might have a part on these events. The other missile, which was directed towards Rio de Janeiro, was disabled before it could reach its destination. The now partially destroyed city of Petropolis is believed to be the latest Blackout refuge, as bystanders have reported seeing people in black armor transit in and out of the place in secrecy. A squad, commanded by the Supreme Commander GDN, was sent to the city in a recon mission. CHAPTER 1: UPRISING GDN stares at a picture in his hand, completely oblivious to the world around him. The picture shows him hugged to a sackgirl. Below, written in pen: "Diana and I". Something can be heard around him. A fellow soldier calls for his attention as he puts te picture away and returns to reality: GDN is riding on top of a M1A4 MBT (http://pnmedia.gamespy.com/planetfrontlines.gamespy.com/images/articles/vehicles/_blueprint_WC_HeavyArmor.jpg) heading towards the torn city of Petropolis. Sargeant: GDN, put the picture down, will ya? We need you back inside. GDN: Right, right. GDN gets down into the hatch, closing it from inside. Sargeant: You never know when they might hit a lucky nade into one of these... GDN: You said it. Requesting tank control. Driver: She's all yours, Commander. GDN takes the driver's seat and focuses on the screen in front of him, showing the tank's external camera and status. Around the tank, two IFVs and a bunch of foot soldiers follow his lead from behind. The tank opens its way through the debris-filled streets of what was once a nice, calm town. Every building at view seems like it could come down on top of them every moment. The soldiers look around, expecting for anything to attack. The atmosphere is tense. Soldier: Sir... The Geiger count is just slightly above normal out here... GDN: That's... Unexpected. Soldier: Wait, I have a contact! The squad points all their guns towards the unknown figure lying in a dark alley. It slowly comes out, revealing itself to be just a little girl. All soldiers breathe in relief. Sargeant: Heh... And you were almost ******** your pants for that... Soldier(to girl): Come here, little one... We won't hurt you. The child starts running towards them, still looking rather scared. It reaches for the soldier's leg and hugs it, while shaking all the time. Soldier: Where are your parents? Another soldiers approaches him, but notices something strange strapped to the girl's back. Soldier 2: Wait, what is that... Soldier 1: What? Soldier 2: Wait, is that a... Suddenly, a explosion obliterates the entire squad and the little girl. The survivors try to get up, but they are too hurt to do so. GDN: What is going on out there??? What happened? Rocket-propelled grenades come from multiple buildings, destroying one of the IFVs and disabling the other. Gunner(in panic): GDN, GET US OUTTA HERE!!! GDN hits the gas, making the vehicle move forward at full speed as multiple Blackout members appear from inside the buildings, porting more anti-tank weaponry. A barrage of missiles cut the air around the tank as it goes around a corner. GDN: Well, that pretty much confirms Blackout activity! Gunner: What now, sir? GDN: I suggest we find our way outta this hellhole! GDN directs the tank through the town streets, still shocked on how Blackout used an innocent girl as suicide bomber. His thoughts were abruptly stopped when he found himself face to face with another tank. GDN: Oh s... He fires the main cannon, causing the Blackout tank to blow up and cuing more troops to come out from their hideout. GDN's tank drives around the wreck and onto an open plaza, as rockets fly towards it from all directions. A missile hits the back of the tank, causing it to ride in a straight line towards a bank building. Gunner: GDN! What happened? GDN: I don't know! The controls were disabled or something! The commander opens the hatch and is greeted by gunfire coming from all directions. Gunner: Argh, it's no good! Driver: This is unit G001, our entire squad is dead and the tank unit is disabled and not combat-appropriate! The driver waited for the answer from HQ as GDN loaded his M416 and tried to hold back the attackers. HQ: This is Headquarters, we received your transmission, sending extraction chopper, ETA 20 minutes. Driver: 20 minutes??? We can't hold that much! HQ: You will have to. HQ out. Driver: Darn. Should have reminded that the Commander was on board! More Blackout soldiers approach the tank, most of them, however, looked like survivors using Blackout armor and weapons over their torn clothes. GDN keeps shooting, but his rifle starts clicking instead. He searches himself for another magazine, but is suddenly pulled out of the tank by an enemy and stomped on the face. | 2012-06-21 23:22:00 Author: gdn001  Posts: 5891 |
| ((Let's have a bet. Who thinks GDN will wake up tied to a chair with a camera pointed at his face? )) | 2012-06-21 23:30:00 Author: Testudini Posts: 3262 |
| Nimon's eyes flicked open. His vision was filled by darkness, there was a dull yellow glow before his visor began beaming information from the area around him. Temp: 28?C Air Pressure: 101kPa Light Level: High 3 unique heat signatures detected The screen began flicking through different wavelengths of light before settling on the most normal. Nimon was apparently strapped to some form of hospital bed, the harsh white light that seemingly bathed the entire room, cascaded from circular lights that were embedded in the ceiling. Nimon tried to move his arms but they were pinned firmly at his sides by thick black belts.* "He's moving..." one of the heat signatures said, the waveform appearing on Nimon's screen "Okay we have to remember how dangerous he is..." another said* "He doesn't look dangerous, I mean look at how small his muscles are" the only feminine voice in the room said* The belts holding his arms tore as the synthetic muscle relaxed. He glanced in the direction of the voices; 2 had ran and one - the female, was trapped in the corner. An alarm sounded and was quickly followed by the stomping of boots. Nimon grabbed the girls hair and pulled her to the other side of the room, before pressing the flat edge of a scalpel against her neck* "Shhh" Nimon whispered "Speak and I'll kill you, nod if you understand" There was a swift nod The door slammed open as soldiers poured in each pointing their rifles at Nimon "I guess you'll be wanting this one back?" Nimon grinned maniacally and pressed his cheek against hers* "Let her go, we don't mean any harm." one of the soldiers parroted* "Oh okay..." Nimon said taking a step forward, the girl still in front of him.* In a swift motion Nimon pushed the girl into the crowd of soldiers, he grabbed the nearest soldiers gun and hit him with the butt of his rifle "Identify yourselves." Nimon barked* "Nimon..." a middle aged man said "We're Microsoft, calm down."* "How do you know my name?" Nimon yelled* "You think I would forget someone as special as you?" the man said, his words slippery as glass "I am your creator and this is where you were created."* ((Nimon: In an old Microsoft Medical Base, in a standoff with the security personnel)) | 2012-06-21 23:30:00 Author: Kern  Posts: 5078 |
| Jason rolled into the port, stepped out of the car and started to stroll down towards the shore where all of the containers were located. A dock worker tried to stop him entering, but a quick flash of his ID allowed him pass through. He walked past rows of containers until coming to the shore. It was then when he realized that he had no idea what he was looking for. He pulled a phone out of his pocket and scrolled through his contacts until he reached Alexa and pressed the call button, just as a few sharp bangs came from a container beside and 2 up from him. "HEY! UP HERE THICK HEAD!" Alexa pushed open the door and hopped down from the container, grabbing her coat along the way. "What's with the container charade?" "Blackout was probably on my tail I'll have you know, and obviously I wasn't about to have them follow me back here, so I caught a cargo ship back here and here I am. Can't be too careful Jason." "Well, whatever. Let's just head over to the Microsoft base; Chris is expecting us." "Wait, where are Zak, Pete, Erin and Eve?" "I know where to find them." "Since when are you the mastermind of this squad?" Jason gave half a smile at this comment and started walking off back to the parking lot, with Alexa following suit "Hope there's time to grab a drink before we go off to war again." ((Hint, JACK, hint.)) | 2012-06-21 23:53:00 Author: Merc Posts: 2135 |
| Isaac trudged along the dirt road with sunken shoulders and dashed hopes. In truth, the road was more mud than dirt, though Isaac hardly noticed. In his depression, he barely noticed the rain. The trees sprawled out around him, every direction covered with the tall, green sentinels and shrubbery. The air was thick with the smell of life, a familiar smell to Isaac. It had been the only smell he had known for the past ten years. Isaac noticed the rain, however, when his foot caught on the torn edge of his robe, causing him to slip into a pile of muck. He raised his hands up to cover his face, to protect him from the earth?s harsh impact. It was for naught, however. A shooting pain ran through his right arm as he collapsed on the road. I?m too old. These bones don't carry me like they used to. With his good arm, Isaac rolled himself onto his back and lifted the right to his face. He examined it with weak eyes and sensitive fingers. Luckily, nothing seemed to be broken. The rain fell harder now, soaking his face in water. The sky cries for me. Even when my eyes betray me, the world still knows my mind. Isaac allowed himself to rise back onto his legs. The mud made a sucking noise as he rose, threatening to pull him back in should his legs fail him twice. They didn?t and before long he was standing. He glanced down at the strip of his clothing that had tripped him. It had torn more as he fell and now lie along the road, barely clinging to him. Isaac tore off the strip and let it fall to the ground below. Every step he took brought more pain to his right arm, though it paled in comparison to the nagging thoughts that bounced around his skull. Turn back, make them listen! They need to know what you?ve seen! ?I tried to tell them!? Isaac shouted too loudly. ?I tried to make them see! They ignored me, every one of them. If anything should happen, it's on them. I've done my duty.? In truth, Isaac hadn?t really been expecting them to listen. They never had before, not on anything. They called him Mad Isaac Newborne. He couldn?t blame them; he wouldn?t have believed himself. Yet even still he found himself dismayed at their ignorance. ?Natal will keep us safe!?, they had shouted. ?Go back to the woods, demon?. Yet he had still tried. Hour after hour he hoped that he could convince them. ?The flames are never wrong,? he whispered to himself as his cabin came into view. ?Really, never?? a voice asked from behind him. Isaac spun around as quickly as he dared, cradling his injured arm. Walking out of the shadow of the trees to his right were three men clad in black. Their faces were hidden behind masks of silver, each the shape of some long-forgotten IP. The man on the left clutched a long dagger pointed at Isaac. ******* these infernal ears; they?re as useless as my eyes. As they neared, Isaac quickly realized that the other two men held weapons of their own. ?Guns? I've always hated guns,? Isaac proclaimed in a voice that sounded far braver than he truly was. ?I happen to like them,? the middle man proclaimed. ?You would. They?re a coward?s weapon. You don't even have to be near a man when you kill him with those. At least your friend has the decency to bring a knife.? ?Oh, we brought those too,? the man said. ?What do you want?? Isaac shouted, his voice wavering. ?The same thing all Blackout members want,? the man, no, woman on the right proclaimed. ?Blackout?? Isaac had heard of them, the horrible things they had done. He hated them more than even the Big Three. ?We?re here for you, old man,? the middle man announced. ?We know you saw something in your shrine of flame. We need to know what that is. Tell us, would you?? Isaac did as he was bid. ?I tried to tell those fools in New Natal yet they wouldn?t listen. I saw SEGA, or rather, something SEGA had made. I don't know exactly what it is, but I know it possesses terrible power.? ?Out with it! What did you see?? The third man shouted. ?They called it Project Genesis.? After a pause, the woman spoke. ?And what is this ?Project Genesis??? ?I don't know, I never saw.? ?Then this is over,? the woman said. The man on the right took the final few steps forward toward Isaac. Isaac?s shoulder went cold as the man pushed the end of his gun to his shoulder. ?See, I?m no coward,? the man whispered in Isaac?s ear, then pulled the trigger. Isaac felt nothing as the shot rang through the air. Birds scattered from the treetops and the world turned to grey. The three Blackout members turned away from him and walked back into the trees, forever gone from his sight. He moved his right arm up to the wound; he didn?t even feel any pain. He felt no pain when he fell to his side, either, nor when he closed his eyes. The only thing he could feel was the rain, cold and relentless. ?This is over,? the woman?s voice echoed through his mind. No, this war is far from over. ((I can assure everyone that this is not going to be another blackout story line. Also, just want to put everyone's minds at ease as I will not be messing up Sir Clayton's 'Project Genesis' storyline. If you ever see an element of your part being shown in mine, I will not be explaining/changing any part of that. Your plot lines are safe. )) | 2012-06-22 00:15:00 Author: Fading-Dream  Posts: 164 |
| ((Let's have a bet. Who thinks GDN will wake up tied to a chair with a camera pointed at his face? )) ((Not exactly, I know where you are going, and I can tell you that it will be similar, but different and adapted to fit the Blackout storyline.)) | 2012-06-22 00:34:00 Author: gdn001 Posts: 5891 |
| ((I know, I know. Instead of the range I ended up doing yard work. BUT NOW- lemme show you how I got TCW on the map...)) Operative: Big Gun. Mission: Operation Constantine. Location: Istanbul, Turkey. Hour 1800. Temperature: 68*C, mostly cloudy. Status: Initializing... It's said that the Haigha Sophia is one of the last standing wonders of the Ancient World, even older than the old Modern World before this era. Serving as a seat for numerous religions and cults, it stands as a sentimental reminder of traditions past, and what the future can hold if great minds were put to work. It's not only an international landmark, but perhaps one of the most important structures in the Muslim faith. But after 10 days of reconnaissance and 20 days of preparation, strategically placing 40 blocks of C4, each weighing a pound each, at integral weak points around the mosque, ancient pride is nothing more than an aging fad. Josh laid perched on a rooftop of a random apartment complex, roughly 800 meters from the Haigha Sophia. If even one of his blocks is off by a mere inch, he could send the towering structure toppling towards commercial complexes, maybe even living spaces. But he knows he's not off; after observing 5 months of organized demolitions posing as a construction manager, Josh is more than certain that this building will go straight down. And, for once, Josh seemed to be a little... happy. "Big Gun," Josh's communicator hummed, inside his ear, "Status report." "HQ. All explosives are primed and ready," Josh replied, looking on at the structure, "It's gonna be the 4th of July here in a minute." "We have the surrounding area cleared in a 400 meter radius. The building has been cleared of all bystanders and clergy. You may fire when ready." "This button's been hot for a good hour now. I've just been waiting." Josh looks on at the immense building, reminiscing in its ancient beauty. "Sure is a shame to let such a pretty building go to waste," Josh spoke into his communicator, sounding slightly regretful, "Lots of people aren't gonna be happy about this." "Your reports confirmed that Blackout huge munitions supply is smuggled under that building," HQ responded, "We cannot let this one slip by." "Understood." "All things eventually come to past..." HQ trailed off, the operator's voice also sounding slightly regretful "This structure must go." "Roger. Firing." Josh flicked the switch, then waited for the 5-second delay. Almost at once, the explosives fired off, making a smoldering ring around the large structure. Slowly, the structure began to fall, the bottom of it disappearing in a swelling cloud of dust. Then, as though gravity was finally taking effect, the base gave out, sending the Haigha Sophia plummeting into a self-made grave. Whatever lied underneath finally reacted, as a billowing, orange cloud erupted from the center of the falling structure, tearing a hole clear through the debris. Whatever was left of Blackout's munitions is sure to be either up in smoke or under tons of ancient rock. "Hotel Sierra is terminated," Josh spoke to HQ, still looking on at the smoldering ruins, "A thousand years of history back in the dirt." "Mission accomplished," HQ replied, "Good work." A moment of silence drops between them, as they both reminisce on the event that just unfolded. "You saved thousands of lives, Joshua," HQ spoke, sounding sympathetic, "It was for the best." "I guess, Ash," Josh responded, still rather sad, "But I guess I can't save history..." "Incoming message..." Ashley spoke, the communicator briefly going quiet, "You're required back at New Natal this instant." "What?", Josh spoke, "Now? I just blew up the Haigha Sophia, for God's sake." "This is even more important. This message came straight from The Top." Josh paused, rather surprised. "You don't suppose..." "I don't know. This is the only information they can disclose to me. It's highly confidential." "Oh man... when is that escort gonna be here?" "There's a Pelican on its way from Athens. They should be there any minute-" As though on cue, the Wake Initiative-labeled Pelican comes soaring in from above, dropping an ascension cable from the side door. "COME ON!!" a Cog roared, leaning outward from the door, "OWEN IS WAITING!!" "Cogs..." Josh growled into his communicator, annoyed at the ordeal, "Really?" "What can I say?" Ashley cooed back, "They're such lovable brutes, like pitbulls." "Hmph... I've always been more of a cat person..." Josh strapped himself to the cable and gave a tug, ascending him upward into the opening high above. The Cog that yelled at him earlier helped him in, with Josh unfastening the rig in the process. "THIS IS GONNA BE THE BIG ONE!!" the Cog yelled, trying to speak over the roar of the blades, "I JUST KNOW IT!!" "REALLY?" Josh yelled back, struggling to be heard, "YOU THINK THIS IS IT?" "TRUST ME! YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW BAD THINGS ARE IN NN RIGHT NOW!!" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The President's office was once more occupied. However, this owner did not smoke. For the most part, the office remained the same, retaining its old wooden shelves and cushion-y lounge chairs. But, unlike its previous owner, a window-tinting program has been added to the balcony window, and a new, more cosmopolitan light fixture hangs above the small seating arrangement. Framed pictures of Jack adorn the walls now, with his bright demeanor permanently captured in the artist's renditions and media coverage captured behind the glass covers. And, instead of the smells of a fancy cigar, the subtle hints of a strong cologne linger in the air. Jack's office chair was now occupied by the new President, Christopher Owen. Rather relaxed in his newer environment, Chris is leaned back in the leather chair, with his hands cradling his head. His dark-grey suit jacket has been neatly hung on the nearby coat rack, and his white button-up and green Xbox tie almost radiate with positive energy. Chris' large, un-shoe'd feet lay poised on top of the desk, his toes wriggling in his black dress socks. His dark-grey trousers lay motionless, as the lounging President lets his mind wander off as he hums a tune from- "Mr. President," Enoch announced, opening the door with a loud thud on the wall as he salutes his commander-in-chief. As though pecked by an ostrich, Chris nearly leaps from his relaxed position, making himself tumble backwards and bonking his head on the window. Enoch is quick to respond, bounding over the furniture and quickly making his way across the room. But before the Spartan could reach Chris, he's already back on his feet, brushing himself off and looking rather embarrassed. "Ugh. Warn me next time you do that," Chris spoke, "You nearly gave me a heart attack with your breaking-and-entering." "I am... sorry," Enoch responded, though a bit confused, "You were to receive a notification from the lobby." Chris takes a look at his desk phone, now noticing the missed call. "Oh," Chris mumbled, now even more embarrassed, "I guess that's my fault, then." Enoch rolls his eyes, then walks over to the coat rack to fetch Chris' jacket. "Your 'unprofessionalism' concerns me, sir," Enoch commented, rather harsh as he grabs Chris' jacket, "This is not a position to be taken lightly." "I know, I know," Chris replied, adjusting his tie, "But right now, there are no pressing matters concerning Microsoft's direct interests." "Nothing dangerous, unfortunately," Enoch added, "But your job as president is to maintain and serve this country, not take a nap." "I understand," Chris replied, now bereft, "I know these are big shoes to fill, why following Jack and all. I am really trying to do my best..." Enoch looks at Chris, watching the president slip on his shoes, seeing his depression. "I apologize for the commentary," Enoch spoke, taking a moment to think, "I've just been frustrated with things." Enoch hands Chris his jacket, just as he finishes tying his shoes. "Yes, there is a war," Chris spoke, taking his jacket and slipping it on, "But we must maintain our neutrality as long as possible. For the good of our people." "We have the troops. We have the training. We know the dangers that Blackout and the other Consoles present. My men are ready! Just-" "Not now... not yet. We're not making the call until it is necessary." Brief silence passes between them, both of them exchanging glares. "Well then, besides that point," Enoch continued, "What do you need me for?" "Ah, yes, that," Chris responded, rising from his seat now fully dressed, "I need you and Foxtrot to perform a spec ops mission off the coast of Sao Paulo. WI informed us that possible communications hackers are messing with our charts and navigation throughout the South Atlantic." "Are they Sony?" "Most likely. Possibly Blackout." "Affirmative. Let me contact Foxtrot so we can-" "But we're not focusing on that at the moment." "... okaaaay. Then where are we going?" "To the lobby. We have a kid from the Make-A-Wish foundation whose dying wish is to meet me in person. He's been diagnosed with leukemia. He's only six." "Ouch. That's a shame." "Very. And I figured that, while we wait for the other operative to arrive, I might as well bring you along for this." Enoch rolls his eyes, now rather annoyed. "Not this again..." "You WILL cooperate this time," Chris ordered, sounding serious, "Lest I hear of another 'complaint' from WI." "Fine. But he better not be one of those punks..." "You'll see soon enough." ((Dragon, you're up.)) | 2012-06-22 01:58:00 Author: Outlaw-Jack  Posts: 5757 |
| Zeta emerged from her accommodation block, glad that she had been allowed a rest after her long journey. She had put in an application to move across country to a smaller Nintendo base, and to her surprise it had been accepted - again. She had been travelling a lot recently. In fact, she was surprised that they had allowed her to rest. They were on the brink of war, normally protocols would be stricter. She felt as if she had been dancing on top of all the rules these past weeks, somehow set apart from the rest of her organisation. They hadn't contacted her since her last mission. She hadn't been very clear on what that was about, she had expected rejection or at least some interrogation about her being so mysterious. As much as a relief it was to be left to her own devices, she still felt uneasy about their silence. The only conclusion was that they knew already, and seemed to agree with it. For now. Zeta felt a sense of foreboding, Nintendo would intervene and bring her back under their control soon. She made up her mind to severe all contact from her fraction. It wasn't the first thing she had kept secret from them, she had been hiding her ageing, or lack of it too. It was a side effect of a nasty set of experimentation she had landed herself into several decades ago. Zeta wanted anything but to be at the mercy of their scientists. She knew the higher ups would want love how it was done, and their methods of finding out would probably involve dissection. It was a long time to hide it, but moving every few years seemed to keep her safe from suspicion. One of the few advantages of the unrest between the companies was that no one was much bothered with checking a trust-worthy elite's ID. She felt a little sad at how isolated she had become from her friends, but that was usually the first casualty in war. She thought of her family, 3 wars ago they had been separated and she hadn't a clue of their whereabouts, or if they were even still alive. She stopped pondering and walked across the base, quite far inland and still untouched, and enjoyed the morning air. It was cold and peaceful. However, she remembered the screens at central control. Over the horizon, the world was gradually going to hell. What would she do? Stay out of combat zones? Not likely, and soon impossible. What she must do now is reach the HQ of Nintendo, and maybe she would have to sneak in like an enemy too, they would never agree to her plan. This mission had been dangerous, and it wasn't over. She could have just started a war. She picked up her pack and slipped on her visa. She flicked her shield into action, it could keep her from weak instruments and hide her from human sight. She looked down at the plains, Here, she thought, that would be useful. The landscape below the outcrop she stood upon seemed flat and endless. Zeta thanked her luck that it was not the desert. She had had enough of deserts. Well, there was no way she could take normal transport. A plane, too conspicuous. A car wouldn't be necessary, she only had one thing to transport and her weapons. Food hadn't been necessary either, these past years... She picked a bike, it was quiet and well equipped for the terrain. Without a backwards glance, she started it up and headed outwards. | 2012-06-22 10:12:00 Author: PygmyOwl  Posts: 1316 |
| ((Just to clarify early on for those who might be confused, when I refer to a man named Isaac, I'm not talking about Fading-Dream's character Isaac Newborne, I'm talking about Isaac Knowles, my main character in Blackout. He died at the very end of it, Heather just doesn't know yet though.)) Four Swords Initiative Base, Santa Clara, California Time: 11:20 P.M. The doors to the Nintendo base were pushed wide open as Drago, a field agent/Commander of his squad, began to leave the building, walking over to the military vehicle disguised as a blue van, where his comrades where waiting. Once at the van, he opened the passenger door, taking a seat and exchanging hello's with the others. Nintendo Agent: "Took you long enough." Drago: "I just had to double-check on something. Status report please." Nintendo Agent: "We'll be taking the van out of the city, and into Sunnyvale. We've got a second team who will join us in their own truck, and we'll be closing in on a certain building, sources we picked up say that Blackout's using it as some sort of entrance to an underground prison." Drago: "Alright good. Is everyone here?" Nintendo Agent: "Affirmative, sir. We're ready to proceed." The driver turned on the ignition, readied the wheel, and began driving to their destination. ---------------------------------------- As Heather blacked out, and was sent away, out of the rooms, the one questioning her began talking with another agent. Blackout Agent: "What's the matter with you, I was just warming up!" Agent Viper: "You've done enough for now, these "sessions" aren't working, we'll need to try something else." Blackout Agent: "It's obvious she has nothing, just like some of the others, why not just send her to the pit, leave her to die?" Agent Viper: "Because Commander Johnathan wants us to keep her alive for something. We're just getting a head start, seeing if she can provide any important information for us in the mean time. Look, I have to leave now to meet with him and an associate on something." Viper stopped to take a step closer to the agent, making his face more visible to show off the terrible glare he presented to the soldier, with his green, snake-like eyes now even more menacing in the shining light that bounced off of them. Agent Viper: "I'm leaving you in charge here, don't screw anything up, and don't mess with her until I get back. Understood?" Blackout Agent: *angered mumble* "Understood." --------------------------------------------------------------------- As her eyes began to open back up, and reality started coming back to her, Heather woke up, only she was no longer in the little torture chamber. She was lying down on a bed in a prison cell. After a little trouble with the bruises coming from the multiple injuries on her arms, legs and face, she was able to get herself off of the horribly-designed mattress, moving her head around, with her arm leaned against one of the walls of the compact room, so she wouldn't lose her balance too easily. There was her bed, and a sink, and that was it, besides the cool, steel bars that separated Heather from everyone else, isolated in this box, with no means of escape. After a concussion when first captured, being drugged multiple times and various torture sessions, her memory was absolutely foggy. The sense of panicking began to linger through her head, but she tried keeping a peaceful mind, slowly re-collecting her thoughts. Heather: (talking to herself) "Your name is Heather, and you worked for Sony. Blackout captured you. Heather had no way of knowing just how much she spilled to whoever was interrogating her, but what was there to spill, she tried thinking some more. Heather: "Isaac, yes, your friend Isaac. The crate.....and you were in Sao Paulo, then went to Texas with others...and there" But she then paused, and stood there still for a second. Heather: "..And there was Rico...Martinez. The traitor." Heather tried to ignore the thought, but it wouldn't go away, it stood, there, staring her directly in the face, unavoidable. Heather: "I have to get out of here.." But before she knew it, her gaze turned to a guard, beginning to walk towards her, with a key in his hands, ready to take her out. Blackout Agent: "You're coming with me, we have somewhere to go." Heather: "Wait, what are you doing? I'm not scheduled for another session yet!" Blackout Agent: "Looks like there's been a change of plans. You have no value to us Ms. Jubilee, I'm taking you to the pit." | 2012-06-22 13:46:00 Author: Dragonvarsity Posts: 5208 |
| 2 Months earlier ------------------------------------------------------ Alex heaved and put all of his strength into removing the infernal cuffs that were attached to his left hand and a nearby lampost, his face was becoming a shade of dark red, his hands were going a cold white, his mind was pulsing with panic at the thought that he possibly might not get out of these cuffs and that he will sit there untill he dies of starvation,dehydration or both. "Come on you ***********, let loose" he started to get more and more desparate... "please let loose" he started to beg many things, including both the cuffs and God, as he was almost about to surrender and accept his death, a slight hope started to appear in the form of blood coming from the grove that the cuffs has made in his hand as he was pulling. He noticed and started to pull even harder as the blood was just starting to let his hand slip from the cuffs. He thought to himself... "Come on almost there, just a few more inches and we will be out of these" His hand slipped from the cuffs and Alex fell backwards hitting the pavement, he pushed himself up and looked around. "Where the hell am I ?" To the right of him he noticed the gun Jordan had left out for Alex to shoot himself with, he lowered himself and picked it up, checking the cardtridge he noticed that Jordan was telling the truth and there was only one bullet in there. "better make this count, or else I could find myself dead sooner than I expected" Alex started to head in the direction that Jordan went and with a new found anger declared that the bullet that Alex was meant to kill himself with is the bullet he would shoot Jordan with, but something was niggling in the back of his mind and it all of a sudden pounced to the front. "what about the others?" ((Right should have a post for Craigson either later or tommorrow)) | 2012-06-22 16:13:00 Author: butter-kicker  Posts: 1061 |
| ((Just a heads up that I edited some parts of my last post)) | 2012-06-22 17:17:00 Author: PygmyOwl Posts: 1316 |
| Alexa and Jason strolled up the stairs of the lobby, about to head into the Elevator to Chris' office, but something else caught Jason's eye. A small bar sitting on the left side of the floor. He looked over to Alexa and realized that she had already started walking over there. "What can I get for you two?" "Can I get a gin & tonic?" "Just a beer for me thanks." "Coming right up." Once the pair had ordered their drinks, they rotated their heads around and examined the surroundings of the lobby before returning their attention back to the bar. "God, I hate this place." "Why's that?" "I worked here for a while at Xbox support, and I hated that job. Maybe i'm just being biased." The drinks arrived on the counter, and they gave their thanks before resuming the conversation. "Isn't that an old guy drink Jason?" "You can blame my dad for that one. It's the only thing that he would drink, so I guess it just passed on down the line. Either way, it represents class." To demonstrate his point he took another long sip, and then Alexa taking another swig to demonstrate that she didn't care. "Are we supposed to be meeting Chris at a specific time?" "No, but- Wait, there he is now." "Where?" "He's just coming out of the elevator." "Well good then." "What do you think he's going to get us to do anyhow?" "Who knows. Let's just go meet him." The two of them quickly finished off what was left of their drinks and spun around in the stools and left, placing a bit of cash for them on the way out. ((Jack is cleared for lift-off.)) | 2012-06-22 21:12:00 Author: Merc Posts: 2135 |
| Josh's escort landed promptly at Bill Gates International Airport, located just outside of New Natal. The Cogs exited first, forming a protective perimeter around the doors. Waiting nearby were some fellow WI operatives and Ashley, who was watching closely as she saw Josh and some others exit the Pelican. Josh also took notice of her, walking over so that they can give each other a hug. "Welcome back 'Big Gun'," Ashley teased, "It's been a month since you've left." "Thanks, 'HQ'," Josh teased back, now wrapping his arm around her shoulders, "It's good to finally be back home." "So, how was dusty, old Istanbul?" Ashley asked, joking a little. "Actually, it was quite nice," Josh reminisced, "Smelly people, smelly places, smelly animals- did I mention the smell?" Both share a laugh, then calm back down. "Don't get too comfortable, though. You still have that meeting with the Prez." "Yeah, but that's in Mid City. And you know how heavy traffic gets around this time." "True. I guess we have some time with ourselves then..." One of the operatives came over to the couple, listening in on his communicator. "What is it now, Utah?" Ashley sighed, glaring at the agent. "'Big Gun'," the agent addressed, completely ignoring Ashley, "Your meeting with Mr. Owen will have to wait. You're needed right now at Base Raptor in the Chief District." A sense of surprise wipes over Ashley's face, but Josh looks on confused. "Base Raptor?" Josh asked, scratching his head, "But I thought that place was abandoned." "That's what the UNSC would want you to believe," Utah stated, then turned his attention to Ashley, "Nimon's awake." "Nimon..." Ashley trailed off, herself growing more frightened, "Oh God..." "Nimon? Who is it?" Josh demanded, now even more confused, "What is it? What's going on?" "I'll explain on the way there," Ashley quickly spoke, now tugging on his arm, "We have to move. Now." Josh, Ashley and Utah head over to the convoy, skipping past the civilian car and taking seats in a Warthog, with a fellow face as their driver. "Still blowing stuff up, I see?" the Cog hollered, giving a wide smile to Josh. "It's not like your line of work is any different, Baird," Josh spoke back, "I thought you were still occupied with that big coupe in Shanghai?" "Hah! That was weeks ago, Barrett!" Damon joked, tapping the distinguished mark on his arm, "Those Triads are nothing but ancient history now." "I thought you were staying behind, Utah?" Ashley asked the agent, whose prepping his Sig Sauer P220. "Ma'am, I am only here for your safety," Utah replied, tucking his pistol back into his suit. "How chivalrous of you, sir..." Ashley mumbled back. "Only following protocol, ma'am." Damon floored it, guiding the escort towards the inner heart of the city. "So who is this Nimon guy?" Josh asked, "He sounds dangerous." "How the Hell should I know!" Damon barked back, "I thought your girlfriend had that info!" "I was just about to explain that," Ashley intervened, leaning towards Josh so he could hear her. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The lobby of the Main HQ still remained as a vital hub for both Microsoft and global affairs, as it served as a stock exchange, lounge and specialty items mall. Digital banners displaying the names and symbols of New Natal's eleven districts hung in a circle around the lobby, glowing brightly among the busy floor. Every walk of life, from straightforward businessmen to wealthy investors and everyone else in-between, swarmed all around, heading to various places and doing various things. And in the center of it all, a gilded statue of Jack, gazing into the distance in a triumphant pose, stood towering over all patrons. Chris and Enoch exited the main elevator, the only one that ascends all 120 stories. Enoch put his helmet back on, while Chris checked the time on his watch. "They should be here by now," Chris mumbled, "It's already 12:00." "They're probably stuck in midday traffic," Enoch stated, "New Natal isn't exactly driver-friendly." "I've tried to get that new city plan passed, but the local traffic bureau keeps rejecting it." "You're just not..." Enoch stopped himself. "Not who?" Chris spoke, eyeing the Spartan. "Forget it," Enoch continued, "It's not important." "Well then, while we wait even more, I guess we can..." Chris noticed Alexa and Jason out of the corner of his eye, heading towards him from across the lobby. "That's right..." Chris mumbled, "Dawn..." "Sir?" Enoch questioned, "Is something wrong?" "Keep an eye out for those Make-A-Wish people," Chris ordered, "I have some business to attend to." "What? How should I know what a kid with leukemia looks like?" "I dunno. Watch for a six-year-old with breathing tubes or in a wheelchair or something. They probably have some balloons or something." "Right, balloons," Enoch mumbled, now looking out into the lobby. Chris made his way through the crowds, motioning towards one of the several public seating areas. Alexa and Jason followed suit, as all three waded through the busy floor and stopping at the seating area. Both Alexa and Jason saluted. "Mr. President," Alexa announced, "It's an honor to meet-" "At ease, you two," Chris spoke, sounding rather calm, "We don't need to attract too much attention now." A little confused, the two soldiers lower their salutes. Chris motioned for them to take a seat, as he himself sat in a comfy lounge chair. "Where's the rest of your team?" Chris asked. "You never specified anyone else besides Alexa, sir," Jason answered, "I can call the others if you-" "Don't even bother. It's better with less people, anyways. This is already risky with me meeting you guys out in the lobby. Paparazzi and all." "We were heading towards your office, Mr. Owen," Alexa commented. "I was gonna do something down here anyways," Chris answered, "We don't have much time as is, so let's get to it." Chris placed a hand on the table in the center of them, activating a secret monitor. Closing his eyes and concentrating, he used his digital powers to access his personal data base, scrolling through files within the expansive port. Chris stops upon a blue file, then opens it. The logo, a half of an Xbox logo rising above a horizon, appears on the screen, with the title "TFD" arching over the top of it. "You understand that there's a war going on right now," Chris stated, with the two nodding in agreement, "Well, it's only a matter of time until we're drawn into it. Therefore, I'm assembling various strike and task forces to go behind enemy lines and be ready for the call. However, I need a strong, confident team to take lead. I have Foxtrot Unit, but they're too noticeable on the battlefield. That's where your team comes in." Chris touched the screen, making the title scroll out to reveal the whole name of "Task Force Dawn". "'Task Force Dawn'," Chris continued, "A task force designed especially for counter-attacks and specified targets. Your force will be behind enemy lines most of the time, perhaps under reconnaissance. Every mission will be high-risk and incredibly dangerous. Your abilities will be tested to their limits, for I am quite certain that Sony and Nintendo will also have dedicated teams on watch, perhaps even targeting you. It will be as much a game of wits as it is a game of chance." "Can't say we didn't see this coming," Alexa commented, "But what makes us so important?" "From what I understand, you've been on both sides of the coin," Chris stated, placing a hand on her shoulder, "You know how Blackout works. This war is going to be four-sided, and Microsoft needs leaders more than ever." "That's touching and all," Jason commented, rather curious, "But I thought that was your job?" Chris glared at Jason, his left eye briefly flashing green. "I'm a politician, not a warrior," Chris growled, "And I'm sorry if I'm finding it difficult running everything. I'm just not... Jack." All three drop silent for a moment. "Alexa," Chris continued, focusing on her, "Microsoft needs you now more than ever. The days of Master Chief are gone... this is your time. Do you accept this task?" Alexa looked hesitant, glancing back at Jason and giving him a concerned look. After the experiences of the Blackout ordeal and the tortures she went through, can she really head back into battle? The idea of fighting against Sony and Nintendo teams is bad enough, but dealing with Blackout forces as well? She thought about it long and hard, uncertain on what to say. But her country needs her, and on that fact alone, she made up her mind. "Yes, Mr. President," Alexa answered, though a little forcefully. Chris smiles in satisfaction, then gives her a hug. "Thank you," Chris replied, "Microsoft may be saved yet." With Chris' kind gesture and grateful words, Alexa couldn't help but feel a little happy with herself. "President Owen," Enoch announced, appearing right behind Chris. Chris, just as before, jumped in his seat, letting go of Alexa and nearly falling over. Enoch holds him back, as the political figure stabilizes himself. Chris slaps the table, making the monitor shoot back into hiding. "I thought we talked about this, Captain," Chris growled, glaring back at Enoch. "That kid showed up," Enoch spoke, unamused by Chris, "Bald from the sickness. Skin's a bit nasty." "Oh. So that's what leukemia looks like," Chris remarked, rising from his seat, "Well, I take it that this meeting is over." Chris shakes hands with both Alexa and Jason, both feigning smiles. "It's been a pleasure to meet you both." "Thank you, sir," Alexa replied. "Please," Chris said, "Call me Chris." Both Chris and Enoch head off into another part of the lobby, disappearing into the crowds of people. Alexa and Jason drop their smiles and look at each other, with Alexa rather annoyed. "Inconsiderate much?" Alexa mumbled, "He's the President, for God's sake." "I don't like him," Jason sneered, "Too lackadaisical for my tastes." "Oh, forgot to mention," Chris communicated, using telepathy, "There's an escort waiting at BGI. A WI agent will inform you on the mission. Jason... watch it." Both just stand there, a bit shocked at the sudden conversation. "You heard that, right?" Alexa asked, now a little scared. "Yep," Jason replied, looking worried, "That guy must be a wizard or something..." ((Hope you don't mind, Merc.)) | 2012-06-23 00:06:00 Author: Outlaw-Jack Posts: 5757 |
| He could have sworn the tower shook with every sound that escaped Ray?s mouth. They had been there for only a few minutes, the five of them, all listening to the tirade of a man no one cared to hear, though it felt a lot more like hours. He had always been one for yelling but today he seemed especially enraged. A few of Tom?s team mates had already shown signs of fatigue from the lecture, but Tom stood, still and silent, taking every punch. ?How did this happen?? Ray shouted, his arms flicked upward as though he were basking in the sun. ?We didn?t know-? Carla tried to answer. ?Didn?t know what?? Ray interrupted. ?Didn?t know what Microsoft was planning?? ?Yes, sir. We didn?t know,? she confirmed. ?Hmm? Now, I?m no expert on everything that goes on here at Sony, but last I checked, your job was to know.? Carla looked down at the ground, arms crossed behind her back. Ray was obviously waiting for an answer, though none of them were willing to give it. ?We needed that mosque,? Ray said for the third time that day. ?It may have been Blackout, but it was ours as well.? ?Sir?? Carla asked. Ray looked at her and she quickly looked back to the ground. ?Some of their members were selling us arms on the side to weaken Blackout and to strengthen us.? ?Strengthen us?? Chad asked. ?But, why would they do that?? ?Does it matter? Anyway, that?s all gone now. And, now, can anyone tell me why that is?? ?Because the mosque is gone,? Elmer stated with a goofy grin. To see him there, Tom almost felt sorry for him. ?Yes,? Ray said with fake sincerity. ?And why is the mosque gone?? Elmer didn?t have an answer for that, however, Tom did. ?Because we were getting drunk.? ?So, he admits it. The five of you were out in the city, having a good time, getting hammered,? Ray began. His fingers twitched on the hammered. ?Meanwhile, Microsoft is blowing up a mosque, actually working!? ?Sir,? Carla started, ?if there had been anything to know, we would have known it. Microsoft must have kept this a secret.? ?Really? Then why do they know our every ******* move while we know jack **** about theirs?? Ray shouted, so loud that tears started to fall from Carla?s eyes. ?I can?t speak for them, but maybe if our networks weren?t so easy to hack, we might have had a chance in this war.? And for that, Ray slapped her. When his hand left her face, the spot where he had hit her was red and angry. Carla?s tears had stopped. None of the others went out to help her, not even conflicted Tom. Ray turned around and walked toward his desk. He put his hands on it and leaned down, not daring to look back at their group. ?Tomorrow, you are being shipped off to Hyrule. I was going to send you to New Natal, but it's obvious that you can?t handle Microsoft. They?re growing too bold for us to have any more mistakes and you five cause mistakes.? ?What?? Chad exclaimed. ?You can?t! Nintendo will kill us!? ?See that they don't. In your stead, I?ll be sending Nate?s team to Natal. That is all.? ?Sir,? Carla said as she took a step toward Ray. ?That is all!? Ray spun snapped from over his shoulder. In the hallway, Carla turned to Tom. ?Nice going, telling him we were drinking on the job. This whole mess is your fault.? Carla stomped away angrily leaving Tom and the others behind. ?Best say your goodbyes tonight, lads,? Ben, the fifth member of their group, said. ?Say, Tom, don't you have a pretty lady waiting for you at home?? ((I've noticed there have been some shared characters between different posters, such as Chris. If anyone wants to explain the rules on this matter, either via PM or on this thread, it would be very much appreciated.)) | 2012-06-23 00:57:00 Author: Fading-Dream Posts: 164 |
| ((I've noticed there have been some shared characters between different posters, such as Chris. If anyone wants to explain the rules on this matter, either via PM or on this thread, it would be very much appreciated.)) ((Not all (If any for that matter) characters have their own storylines. Everyone is intertwining all throughout, and there's rarely an occasion when there's not multiple people involved. Concerning rules, just make sure the other people are fine with the situation before you go involving their characters.)) | 2012-06-23 01:08:00 Author: Merc Posts: 2135 |
| ((Short one this time)) The terrain was getting more treacherous, Zeta had been up for 48 hours and was beginning to worry about lack of sleep. Still, she felt she could carry on a little longer to the next Nintendo station. She couldn't afford to slow down. The station was on the coast, from there she would need to travel overseas. The gap between the continents was not large, it should be a quick trip. However the land across the ocean was enemy territory, disputed between Sony and Microsoft. Nintendo had kept to the other side and stayed out of it. It was mostly thick forest, and the bases were several miles inland, so she hoped she could arrive without being seen, but it would be dangerous. She may walk in on cross fire between Sony and Microsoft, even if she did manage to enter undetected. When she had called the base to ask for a helicopter lift they had been reluctant, and she could understand why. But elite's missions were often sensitive and important, she got an agreement without many questions asked. She approached a gap between two walls of rock, and was relieved to see through it the lights of the station. She turned off her shield and sped towards her next stop. | 2012-06-23 11:39:00 Author: PygmyOwl Posts: 1316 |
| "Wake up!" GDN tried to open his eyes and stand up, but his head was still hurting. "GET UP SOCK-PUPPET!" He was greeted with a splash of cold water to his face, making him instantly break from sleep and try to retreat, only to hit his head on a wall right behind him, making it feel even more painful than before. GDN's eyes were finally open, staring at a tall man positioned at the other side of a row of metal bars. His clothes suggested that he was an important Blackout individual. GDN: Who... Are you? Officer(chuckling menacingly): You still have no clue, don't ya? GDN: Whatever... Officer: Tell me, GDN... No, wait, commander GDN... Look at yourself. Look. GDN barely looks down, then faces the guy again. Officer: They call you their commander? They respect you? No wonder Sony is going to ****! GDN: What are you talking about? Officer(satirical): You are a sackperson for God's sake! How could they accept something whose skin is made of soft material in an army? Even more, how could it become a commander? GDN: Well, I'm here, aren't I? You tell me. Officer: You know what? I will tell you. That you weren't supposed to be here in the first place. Commander? Pfft... But you... Oh you. You did it anyway. Went to war, became commander, saved lives... But you weren't supposed to. GDN(creeped out): I have absolutely no idea of what are you talking about... Officer(menacing): Open your eyes, GDN. You owe all of this to someone... And it's about time you pay back. Farewell... The Blackout officer leaves, allowing GDN some time to reflect on what he just told him. While night was coming down over the city, GDN stayed awake the entire time, formulating an escape plan. A man with a scarred face stood in front of his cell, holding a rifle and keeping an eye on him. GDN tried to make small talk with him. GDN: Tell me, did you use to live here before the explosion? Man: ... GDN: Come on, I can see it in your face. Man(serious): I did use to live here. GDN: Why don't you help me? You don't have to do what Blackout's telling you to! Man: You think I was born yesterday? They told me that YOU were responsible for this! I am NOT letting my eyes outta you! GDN: Well... I'm sorry... But you must understand that I was just trying to... Man(mad): OH REALLY? Apologies won't bring my beloved wife back, or my two kids, my home, my dog... GDN decided to just stop there and retreat to the corner of his cell. He then realized how this conversation reminded him of the one he had with Zim. "Is that the price I have to pay? Being responsible for the deaths of innocents?" The Commander's thoughts were abruptly stopped by the sound of jets, followed by a barrage of explosions that caused segments of the building to fall apart. The guard ran off from his post, while GDN panicked in his cell. He glanced around, and noticed a crack on the wall behind him which was shaking. GDN rammed the crack, causing him to open a hole on the wall and out in the open. He brushed himself, looking behind him and realizing that the building he was in was the police station. Search parties could be heard coming after him, cuing GDN to jump the station's wall and run in the dark streets. The search party split up, going towards where he was hiding. They checked a gas station which still had some lights on. One man entered the small shop, pointing his assault rifle at every corner. He passed right in front of some freezers, one from which GDN came out, quickly taking the guard's own knife and forcing it down his chest. The noise brought up the other's attention. As they slowly approached the shop's door, gunfire came from inside, taking one down and making the others run for cover. GDN kept firing until he emptied the magazine, then ran through the shop's back door as the others kept shooting at nowhere. The sackperson found himself lost in the city roads. He tried to get a hold of his surroundings, but was forced to hide somewhere when another patrol was heading his way. As GDN kept his head down inside a dark building that seemingly used to be a bar, he could hear the patrol listening to radio transmissions. It was Sony's channel that they were following. GDN could hear someone mention a rescue helicopter landing somewhere in the city. That caught his attention, but unfortunately it also caught their attention, causing them to run towards where the helicopter was going to land. GDN silently followed them. | 2012-06-23 14:29:00 Author: gdn001 Posts: 5891 |
| Ten years ago. (again) ---------------------------------------------- Just like John had told him, a private jet sent by SEGA landed down in Anchorage, not far away from the Research and Development Station Seera was in charge of. He took his car over to the plane station, with a suitcase in the back, to watch as his ride touched down. After a slow and careful landing, the doors of the jet opened up, as the two pilots of the plane proceeded to walk down, moving across the runway road, greeting him, as he too got out of his own vehicle. Pilot #1: "Good morning Captain Ihkrov, do you have everything you need?" Seera: "Please, call me Seera....and there weren't any specifications on how long I'd be staying over in Faithville. I know there's supposed to be a conference, but not much more than that. I should have a week's worth of supplies though." Pilot #2: "Uh...huh. Right this way then. We've got others who will take care of your car." As the man and woman guided him back to the jet, a depressing feeling wandered in Seera's mind, about how one of the pilot's had responded. Too many times had Seera been moved back and forth, that it came to be an arduous task to associate any of these places as home to him, until now. But once again, he was concerned that the title that was gifted here in Alaska for him would be taken right back. Still though, the conference was good motivation for him, as SEGA wasn't doing so hot. He and many others' talents were being wasted, as a number of the corporation's buildings were being shut down left and right, while the ones still going worked on more and more Sonic and Yakuza titles. Seera: "How long will this flight be?" Pilot #1: "Should be about nine hours." Seera: "Well, I hope this plane's got snacks." Pilot #2: "Don't worry Seera, out staff will be at your side whenever you need, feel free to ask for anything, whether it be food, music, anything." Seera: "I appreciate it, you two. Hey, is there anything you can tell me about this.. conference?" Pilot #1: "I'm sorry, SEGA simply ordered us to fly you over, we have no details other than that you're needed at a conference of theirs." Seera: "Alright, just curious." *sigh* ------------------------------------------------------ After the first hour passed for the nine hour flight, Seera finally started to truely relax, temporarily dis-connecting himself from the troubles that waited for him to confront. For the time being, he simply sunk himself into the soft, leather comforter chair, listening to all kinds of themes, from Bach to Saint-Saens and so on, that echoed across the royal aircraft, as it cruised through the wintry-colored clouds, floating across the night sky as the plane itself flew high above the ocean below, headed straight for Texas. --------------------------------------------------------- Waitress: "Alright, we're here." Seera: "What! I mean, wait..where?" Pilot #1: "We've arrived in Texas already sir. Faithville shouldn't be far from now, so might as well be up right now." Looking out the window on his left, Seera was greeted with the massive plains of the lone star state, until the view then moved over to forests. Then, roads, and roads. And then, a bustling city, the heart of Microsoft's business, the city of New Natal. It was glamorous, seeing the shining lights of the large, towering skyscrapers, as the sun was just beginning to rise for dawn. Pilot #1: "I hope you've gotten plenty of sleep Seera, as you'll only have a couple hours to unpack and get situated once we arrive, before the conference begins." | 2012-06-23 22:37:00 Author: Dragonvarsity Posts: 5208 |
| ((So there seems to be a few people that still have yet to put up their first posts. You know what this means friends. HUNT THEM DOWN.)) | 2012-06-24 00:40:00 Author: Merc Posts: 2135 |
| "Your mission, Dawn, is to investigate some presence in Old Natal." "Old Natal? Isn't most of that place still in ruins?" "You've clearly not been around here for a while. We fixed a lot of it up in preparation for wartime. There is an issue however: we believe that there is a dispute throughout the west end, but not within our faction. Without us realizing, Nintendo and Blackout have started their own war over that end of the city, trying to take over from there. Obviously that's doomed to fail if they're just trying to kill eachother, but they're still causing trouble and they'd easily be able to scout our next moves." "So where do we come in?" "They've each got their own base of operations on either end. Nintendo's in the old commercial district, and Blackout's got theirs in the slums. Once you guys get in there, which shouldn't be a problem given your history, you can use the comms system from the Nintenod base to order an assault on Blackout, then destroy the Blackout base from the inside. That's when we move in and erradicate them from the city in all the disarray. Sound good?" Alexa and Jason both looked at eachother before answering in uinson. "We're gathering the squad first." "You guys have to handle that yourselves, we don't have locations." "Oh don't worry. We know where to find them." "Alright then, we're done here. Good luck, and remember, you're representing our highest level operatives; do not dissapoint." Alexa nodded and started walk off with Jason back to the lobby, while he started to detail the start of his plan to reunite the team, or as much as he could detail the plan while maintaining the cliffhanger. "Alexa, we've got a baseball game to get to." He said, while pulling out 2 tickets and holding them up as dramatically as one can hold up tickets. ((If it's all well and good, Jack.)) | 2012-06-24 16:49:00 Author: Merc Posts: 2135 |
| GDN sought cover behind a dumpster, as the helicopter approached the ground illuminated by some lamp posts. Three soldiers walked out and took point, followed by more. GDN could notice from where he was that the enemy patrol was hiding from the helicopter squad just between it and him. He grabbed the rifle and started to reload, but was interrupted when he realized that he forgot to take some of the guard's ammo after getting his rifle. The sack quickly checked himself for anything that could be used as an offensive tool, finally reaching for the knife he thankfully kept. The patrol opened fire at the helicopter, giving GDN enough cover to sneak behind one and slit his throat. He looted his pistol and began shooting at the rest from the back. Taking fire from both flanks, the Blackout men didn't last long. GDN walked towards the chopper, relieved, as he threw the pistol on the ground like an empty can. Soldier: GDN! Glad to see you're in one piece, sir! GDN: And I'm glad to see a friendly face... Soldier: Any more survivors? GDN: I don't know... I was only with the two in the tank before I got caught, God help these two, I don't know what kinds of things they could do with them... Soldier: What about civilians? GDN: Civilians? There are some... But they were the ones against us. These people we just took out, they were civvies too! Soldier: Go**********... We are going to do a quick sweep of the area, in the meantime, you should take the helicopter back to SP. GDN: You guys will be fine? Lots of contacts around these streets... Nobody answered as GDN entered the aircraft and it took away towards the HQ. "Hello? Is anybody around?" Zim used her staff to swoop what seemed like an endless amount of leaves and branches in front of her, creating somewhat of a trail in the middle of the jungle. "HELLO?" The sound echoed around the tree trunks, coming back with no answer but her own. Zim kept asking herself how she got there in the first place, but her memory seemed to be erased from her head. All she could do was keep going ahead. "Where's GDN when you need him?" Zim finally reached an opening, which lead to a small group of houses in front of her. Her face quickly became happy as she started to run towards the small village in the woods. But as she arrived at the first roads, her happiness turned into sadness as she not only realized that the village was devoid of life, but that it was her village. However, as she walked down the road towards her old home, Zim noticed that the buildings weren't torn out like they were last time. In fact, the village looked exactly as it was when she ran away from home. "Maybe..." Her pace turned into a running one heading towards her old home, and there it was, intact and beautiful. Zim tried to open the front door, but it was locked. She looked around, then grabbed a key from under the doormat. It fit. Inside, everything was like she remembered. Her room was exactly like when she was preparing her bag in it for the last time. Zim sat on the bed and grabbed a portrait of her family from the side table. A tear formed in her eyes as she looked at it. "They really loved you, you know." Zim quickly turns around and points her staff at whoever was beside her. However, to her surprise, besides her was no one else but herself, although showing some static, like a TV transmission. Zim(startled): Wait... No... [data]Zim: It's been a long time since last we met... I see you have grown up... Me, I didn't change anything. I'm still that little girl you used to be... Zim: But... I thought you were gone... [data]Zim: You must have forgot what I really am... I am a cloud of data, so many bits, so many ones and zeros, that I have become a living being. A perfect copy of you. Zim(scared): No! How can you be alive? [data]Zim: Are you good with computers, Zim? Imagine that you made a shortcut to a file. Now imagine that you, as creator of the shortcut, blocked all other users from deleting it. That's what I am. That's what all of us are. Shortcuts. To real people. Zim: So... This means that your existence can't cease? [data]Zim: Well, there's only one way... The shortcut can't be deleted directly, but it can stop working... If the root file is deleted. Zim(realizing): Wait... That means... Before she could finish, her [data] equivalent was gone, and she found herself surrounded by flames. Zim(startled): Oh no! HELP!!! The flames advanced on her as she screamed louder and louder: Zim(desperate): HELP!!!! In a matter of seconds, her body was covered in the fire. Zim: HEEEEELP!!! Zim quickly got up from her bed, panting, and finally realizing that it was all a dream. She tried to calm herself, get back to sleep and stop herself from crying. | 2012-06-25 00:56:00 Author: gdn001 Posts: 5891 |
| Stopping the war was the main goal that most people I knew were working towards. I'm not talking about just 'Destroy everyone else' here either. Being through so many of the wars has that effect on people. One of those people was someone I came to know really well. Mercuy. The barrel of the sniper extended past the tree, being the only thing that might give away Mercuy's position. The base came into focus as he zoomed in on his rifle, Sony logo now clearly visible. Another quick scan and he noticed 3 guards patrolling around a vent used in the past. 1 shot into each of them, no more than half a second between each round. Of course though, his plan did involve bloodshed, but he wasn't about to try and eliminate an entire faction just to end the war... He did have some business with GDN however, and wasn't about to let anyone get in his way. | 2012-06-25 03:43:00 Author: Merc Posts: 2135 |
| “Hear that?” the crazed yankee whispered, face pressed against the bars once more. “They’re coming, for you!” “Tell ‘em to come later,” Gabriel mumbled, attempting to fall back asleep. “Shame you won’t be around for long,” the man said before slithering back to the darkest corner in his cell. Gabriel dismissively waved towards him before falling back onto his bed. As he finally felt the wonders of sleep creeping back to his mind however, a long banging noise was heard at his cell entrance. “Get up prisoner, time for room one oh one,” a heavily-armored guard said, smashing his baton against the various bars. “Later,” Gabriel protested, smashing the surprisingly hard pillow over his ears. “Oooh,” the guard said, like he finally understood a troublesome question. “You’re refusing huh? It’d be a shame if we have to get out the tools.” “Hehehe, now you’re in for it,” Gabriel’s crazy co-prisoner muttered. “Shut up Jackson,” the guard sighed. The name caused Gabriel to freeze, even though he was practically motionless already. “That Jackson?” Gabriel asked, sitting up after throwing the pillow against the closest wall. “The one and only!” Jackson said with a wide grin. Gabriel leaned back, grinning as well. What a small world. “Well, unless you want to kiss or something, I have a job to do,” the guard said, his voice suddenly becoming rough and unpleasant. Gabriel sighed and walked up to him. “So, where exactly are ya taking me?” Gabriel asked, leaning against the cold, metal bars. “Not my fault you didn’t hear me the first time. Let’s go,” the guard said before unlocking the cell and throwing a pair of cuffs onto Gabriel. “Keep quiet and maybe I won’t report your misbehavior.” Gabriel nodded with a sly smile on his face. The last time someone put chains around his wrists, they got a face full of forehead. That wouldn’t work against a helmet of course, but it showed Gabriel’s hatred of being told what to do. “Well then, let’s get this show on the road,” Gabriel sarcastically said before walking out into the hallway. | 2012-06-25 09:33:00 Author: Testudini Posts: 3262 |
| ((I'm new to TCW so tell me if I'm doing it wrong! XD)) The country road seemed to stretch on for miles, the twins had been walking it for what seemed like hours, the hedges bordering the sides becoming increasingly taller, preventing them from seeing what lay next to the path, whether it be another path, a house or a river. Lake nudged his sister and sighing, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath and placed her palm on the hedge, which then began to recede into the ground, like a time-lapse but in reverse. After a few moments, there was now a gap in the hedge wide enough for the twins to walk through, Alice took the lead, as usual, leaving Lake cautiously following behind. Once past the blockade of the thick hedge, the twins could see a expansive meadow of long grass set out before them, with a single tree in the centre. Lake quickly rushed past his sister, a rare occurrence, and headed straight for the tree. Where there are trees, there are usually birds... Lake thought as he neared the trunk, and sure enough, a number of small birds were nested on one of the lower branches. Lake and Alice knew that the chatter and songs of birds were not meaningless, but actually messages spreading across the world, from sparrow to hawk. Lake could hear the birds gossiping about some problem in a place called 'New Natal', which they seemed very interested in. As Lake listened intently to the birds' conversation, Alice lay down in the meadow to relax in the warmth of the sun they had missed so much whilst living in the forest for all those years, under the shade of oak and elm. Taking a quick glance at his sister, Lake saw purple flowers gracefully blooming on the tips of the grass around her. "Careful Ali, we don't want people to know we're here," Lake advised thoughtfully, putting his concentration back to the birds. "And how would they know it was us, exactly?" retorted Alice, her eyes snapping open. "I'm fairly sure no one knows there are two teenagers hiking across the countryside to help in a war they know absolutely nothing about." Lake bit his lip nervously, "We do know some things Ali... From what the birds-" "The birds?" Alice interrupted, giving a small mocking laugh, "You know how the birds change the things they hear better than anyone. It starts off with a magpie yacking on about a small technical fault at an oil refinery and soon enough the sparrows won't stop yelling about an oil spill of the coast of Switzerland." "Switzerland has no coasts, Alice." replied Lake, meekly. "Exactly!" The petals of the flowers flashed red. There was a few seconds of silence before Alice angrily lay back down and sighed loudly and dramatically, to ensure that her brother had heard. "I'm sorry Alice," came Lake's reply, almost a whisper. "I thought you wanted to help in the fighting..." "I do, it's just..." "I know, Ali, it's okay." Both looked back towards the tree, where the birds had finally stopped chattering. Alice had been getting better, Lake had thought at least, but it seems her guilt had returned, and this did not bode well for the future. Maybe we ought to stay away from people for a few more years, Lake thought, it'll just end in disaster. | 2012-06-25 11:58:00 Author: Plasmavore  Posts: 1913 |
| ((I'm new to TCW so tell me if I'm doing it wrong! XD)) ((Not at all, you did really well, actually. Anyway, before posting again for Heather, here's a short little post for Drago...)) The large blue van that the agents disguised themselves in drove off, away from their base, heading forward as the driver set the coordinates for the crew to head to, a certain building over in Sunnyvale. Nintendo Agent: "I hope this 'hunch' of yours was worth it, getting us out of bed this late to do a little spec ops mission for the squad." Drago: "It's not just a hunch. We were able to pipe through Apple's iCamera stations, what with them expanding their strongholds outside of Cupertino, broke through a firewall and hacked into it to become a heat scanner for us. Picked up on some bodies, all headed for that same path. We also got some friends asking around with construction workers and the like, scanned the perimeter, and it should match up with, as you call it, our 'hunch'. Nintendo Agent: "I still don't understand why we couldn't have just done it in the morning though." Drago: "Because they're planning a relocation for some of their prisoners real soon, and if our sources are correct on the people they're carrying, we can't take any chances to wait." Nintendo Agent: "Heh, maybe we'll be able to take back that Jackson fellow, I think it's about time he returns to being behind Nintendo bars." Drago: "That, I can agree with." The Nintendo squad car kept driving, passing by street lamps, and large, exquisite buildings, across the remaining roads of Santa Clara, until they passed by a large green sign, with white bold words, greeting them into the city they were heading for, Sunnyvale. ------------------------------------------------------------------ ((EDIT: Decided to add some for Heather here.)) Heather stood back against the wall, as the guard began moving his fingers around, trying to detach the keys off of his belt. As he was doing this, Heather moved her eyes around frantically, and only then did she realize, when looking down at her arm, a numbered code had been drawn on the top side of her wrist, where her palm wasn't visible. The code read "408-17". Before she could try anything sneaky, the end of the guard's pistol came eye to eye with Heather, right after the cell door had been unlocked. Blackout Guard: "Turn around." A sense of delight and grimace was visible on the guard's stone cold face as he ordered her to do what he said. As much as it pained Heather to do though, she obeyed to the guard's commands, knowing that not only would the man somehow find out how to make her visit more excruciatingly painful if she rejected, but her co-operation could very well be her ticket out of here. Blackout Guard: "Now, start walking." The two began making their way out of the cell, towards the pit. | 2012-06-25 12:41:00 Author: Dragonvarsity Posts: 5208 |
| Three were dead, the rest scattered as soon as Res started bring the glass down. His legs were scratched, arms bloody – his left ear seemed to have fared the worst with a big gash in the side. He touched it tenderly with his arm, hurts probably at risk of infection if it’s not bandaged up soo- What was that? Some sort of muttering, occasional clips of a wire – how had Res missed that? He removed the shelf on top of him, now much easier after lying still for what had seemed like a day, and lifted himself up to his full height (or to the extent he could after so many injuries) and began padding, slowly, towards the noise. Definitely human, but there was a soft murmuring, whimpering also – something familiar. Lombax. It was unmistakable, Res held the shard of glass tighten and pressed his back against the wall, ears bristling and muscles coiled. There were two people in the room as far as he could make out, humans. So where was the lombax? Then he noticed the slight blue glow at the end of the tunnel, it was video footage – unmistakeable from the slight crackle, that human’s didn’t seem to mind, in the voices on screen. The two human figures were watching it, no live feed because – as Res edged ever closer, blending in to the shadows on the wall – the people in the video were also infront of him. The lombax however, was nowhere to be seen, on screen or off. But then, sadly, Res noticed it had been onscreen the whole time. The bagged, beaten up figure in the back of the tiny cell was the lombax. A child, wimpering for its parents. One of the soldiers in the video got out a tazer, and then the screen cut to black as the Microsoft soldiers went "out for a smoke". Res needed to kill these men, it was only justice for that child. Weird, he was so, emotionless at the moment. Res sprinted towards them and took one out as the other approached a hatch in the ceiling, using the shard of glass as a shiv to stab him in the back, and using the soldier’s silenced weapon to take out the other with a few clicks of the trigger. He fell from the ladder and landed in a sorry looking heap, he deserved it. Ugh. Res hated guns – too many of his own killed with them. Res ran back to the daylight he had experienced while being swarmed by the rats, and clambered through the opening, with just enough time to notice the smell of sweet grass before fainting from exhaustion. ((Sorry for creating a sinister Microsoft undertone, I can change if anyone has a serious objection to my story arc, ugh - I'm so crap at writing this week)) | 2012-06-25 23:24:00 Author: flamingemu Posts: 1872 |
| ((Sorry for creating a sinister Microsoft undertone, I can change if anyone has a serious objection to my story arc, ugh - I'm so crap at writing this week)) ((Fine with me. Microsoft has a big lead with points right now, so we need someone to bring them back down to size...)) | 2012-06-25 23:41:00 Author: Merc Posts: 2135 |
| ((Occurs some time before Merc's last post.)) Everybody cleared the landing area as the helicopter approached the spot, landing softly. GDN jumped out of it, calling everybody's attention. He simply pushed them away, opening a path back to the main building, opening the door and closing it behind everybody. "Just as I need some time alone..." He walked up the stairs and into the Commander's room, and suddenly remembered of when Zim first met him in that very same room. GDN locked the door and sat on his chair, spinning it a little. He glanced at all the photos and newspapers pinned to the wall, then out the large window which gave him a view of the distant city of S?o Paulo. The Commander pretended to get back to work, but couldn't help but fall asleep. | 2012-06-26 00:27:00 Author: gdn001 Posts: 5891 |
| ((Just saw the 'thank you' spoiler you added to the O.P. Merc. That's very nice, although I don't feel very deserving being put in that list, since I've only participated in Blackout. Still, it's very nice of you.)) ((By the way, gdn, I know Gdn is commander of Sony, but is Jones still Commander of the S.S.O.? I'm not sure if he was in any war before Blackout, but it'd be interesting to know if he's still around, as I can't imagine it interfering with anything.)) | 2012-06-26 02:02:00 Author: Dragonvarsity Posts: 5208 |
| Pete scanned his surroundings from the top of the stadium. Luckily he was so far up that he wasn't easily spotted. Either way he had a mission to complete. He laid prone on the edge of the roof and scanned through the crowd watching the game below, and found his target sitting amongst the others in the stands. He loaded in the special bolt that he needed, and fired. "Alright, do you want to explain what we're doing here now, Jason?" "What do you mean? We're here for the game!" "I've never been big on baseball, so how bout we just leave if that's the only-" Alexa's sentence was abrupted in a flash as an arrow landed right inbetween her and Jason. "OH ****, SNIPER!" She burst out of her seat and grabbed Jason's arm to get him out of his seat, just as he burst into laughter and the others around them started to get slightly less concerned. "What's so funny Jason? Someone just tried to kill us!" He just continued laughing, and that's when Alexa noticed the note strapped onto the end of the arrow. "'Ha, got you. -Pete.' Is this why you brought me all the way over here, to play some elaborate prank?" Jason couldn't muster up enough strength to stop his laughing until Alexa started to stare him down. "Pretty much. That and getting Pete." He said while pointing up to the roof at Pete in mid salute. "So let me get this straight... You bought 2 tickets to a baseball game, found some magical way to get Pete up on the roof, and then ran the risk of causing a massive civil stir, just to play a prank on me?" "Exactly." "...Whatever let's just go." If I'd have been there I would've suggested that he lay off and try to talk things out, but he had an agenda, he needed to know Sony plans and get back at GDN, so I decided to help anyway. I tried to talk him out of the bloodshed when he came back, and I taught him a lot over the years, but just like his daughter, he had to get some degree of revenge. Mercuy hopped down into the vent, a small splash into a puddle as he landed where the rain had started to collect. Below him was the was the old facility that they'd explored back in the 4th war. It had been discovered and rennovated since then, but the old golden Atari logo still shone through the new coat of paint. Ignoring it for the time being, Mercuy continued to advance through the vents, which became increasingly difficult considering that he was going off memory of the base, which he hadn't been at in 20 years. After a good 5 minutes of crawling he reached the 3rd floor, and was now overlooking the comms room, right where he and Laura saved Sao Paulo from imminent destruction. He listened in through the grate and tried to pick up as much information as he could from the various stations that and messages that were being sent out. "...ops in the west are finding Nintendo scout activity in that sector..." "...Old Natal is facing hardships, it would be beneficial to see what we're up against..." "...getting reports of heavy Blackout occupation in Petropolis..." Information was being fed through at a constant rate in the room, but Mercuy could easily siphon through the constant stream to find the information that he needed about Sony ops, and this was the hardest faction that he was going to get information out of. Once he had all of the information he needed for the time being, he had one more stop to make. Crawling down the vent a little further to reach the hallway on the next floor, then dropping down and storming his way down the strangely empty path down to GDN's office. He pushed open the door and stared at the man almost passed out on his desk. ((AW YE, THIS IS HAPPENING.)) | 2012-06-26 06:33:00 Author: Merc Posts: 2135 |
| Gabriel never noticed how populated the prison was. Out in the open, away from his cell, loud moaning and begging was quite audible. It was a depressing place, and Gabriel started to fear what could be in this ?Room 101?. In a few moments however, the guard led Gabriel to a large, metal door, so he imagined the answer would soon be revealed. ?Hold on, before you go in, I gotta do something,? Gabriel?s ?escort? said while taking out a marker. He wrote 408-19 on Gabriel?s wrist then patted him on the back. ?In you go!? Gabriel grunted as the guard shoved him into a dark room. The handcuffs began to dig into Gabriel?s flesh, and nothing seemed to make them budge. While Gabriel attempted to pry them off with his teeth, a single light turned on, blinding him for a few moments. ?Hello Mr. Lee,? a loud, feminine, and monotone voice said out of a speaker on the wall. No, not said, more like stated. Whoever she was, she meant business. ?Hello there partner,? Gabriel said, the sarcastic smirk returning to his face once again. The light lit up the sweat on his face, showing his worry. The door shut suddenly behind him with a loud bang, causing Gabriel to flinch. ?Three days ago we caught you delivering a cone-shaped key to a site near Faithville, Texas. Markings on the key suggested it had Atari origins. Is this correct?? the female asked. Gabriel?s smile grew. ?What makes ya think I know that?? Gabriel asked. ?Are you saying this information is false?? she asked. Gabriel sighed then shook his head. ?I don't know ?bout that Atari crap, but the rest of what you said is true,? Gabriel confirmed. He scratched his beard as he spoke, which must?ve looked strange with handcuffs on. ?Your shirt had a Nintendo symbol on it. Are you working for them?? she asked. Gabriel nodded. ?Very well then.? ?Look, are we just gonna **** about or are we gonna do something?? Gabriel asked, impatiently tapping his foot. ?Mr. Lee, I suggest you change your attitude, unless you want to experience the full potential of Room 101,? the female said as more lights turned on. Blood and various torture devices were now plainly visible. Gabriel nervously gulped. ?So, you were delivering a key to a site near Faithville, Texas for Nintendo. Is this correct?? Various questions related to the key and Nintendo were asked over the next ten minutes. Gabriel answered them all without hesitation. All the stuff they were asking was stuff you could read on the About section of Nintendo?s website after all. ?Thank you Mr. Lee,? the female said. ?Mr. Brown, you may take him to the pit.? As soon as she said that, the guard from before walked in, grabbed Gabriel by the arm, and began dragging him out of the room. ?Wait, what?s this pit?? Gabriel asked, trying to break free. No one answered however, and Gabriel was brought to another metal door. ?Any next of kin?? Mr. Brown asked. Gabriel spat on his helmet. After a quick sigh, Mr. Brown opened the door, revealing a giant, square hole in the ground. Once he was brought to the edge, Gabriel saw hundreds of rotting corpses at the bottom. The smell nearly made him puke. ?Goodbye Mr. Lee,? Mr.Brown said before putting his pistol up to the back of Gabriel?s head. | 2012-06-26 09:30:00 Author: Testudini Posts: 3262 |
| Zeta paced the grounds of the station, after a night's rest she was impatient to leave. Her paranoia of watchers was growing. At last she heard the rumble of engines, and turned to face the helicopter. Jumping in, she made sure her pack was safely stowed beside her before giving the all clear for the pilot to take off. One soldier accompanied them, keeping the doors open and manning a gun. Yup, Zeta thought No more peace pretences now. With a roar of wind, they ascended. They kept to quite a low altitude, the trip would be short. There was a thick fog over the ocean, they were navigating by computer. Zeta hoped the foul weather would conceal then from any passing ships. So long as the sound blanketing devices held up, they would be safe. Half an hour passed, dull and suffocating. The silence was shattered by crack and spatter of bullets. A few grazed the side, their aim was off, whoever shot was probably working with sensors. Zeta started violently, and checked the screens. They were just over land. A party of Sony soldiers were below them, running out from the edge of the forest. Crap, she thought. They must have caught them on patrol. The pilot turned the engines onto full blast and shot upwards. Safely concealed in fog once more, Zeta gestured to him. She had to reach the ground, but there was no way they could land now Sony knew they were here. 'Take us back half a mile.' She said quietly, and put her coat into her pack. She had a another device in there that could fly her over to land, but they guzzled power, she intended to save it for the forest. It would be much harder to navigate through she told herself testily, I will have to stay as far off the Sony and Microsoft trails as possible. A little water isn't going to be an issue. The sea is neither rough nor freezing. The helicopter lowered as far as possible. Zeta opened the door fully and stood on the edge, trying to ready herself for the shock of water. There was haunting whistle of wind through the silent blades. She breathed in deeply, and jumped. | 2012-06-26 13:17:00 Author: PygmyOwl Posts: 1316 |
| ((Just saw the 'thank you' spoiler you added to the O.P. Merc. That's very nice, although I don't feel very deserving being put in that list, since I've only participated in Blackout. Still, it's very nice of you.)) ((Y U FORGET ME??? UNSUBSCRIBING AND HANGING MYSELF lolreally)) ((By the way, gdn, I know Gdn is commander of Sony, but is Jones still Commander of the S.S.O.? I'm not sure if he was in any war before Blackout, but it'd be interesting to know if he's still around, as I can't imagine it interfering with anything.)) ((Whatever you want.)) | 2012-06-26 18:05:00 Author: gdn001 Posts: 5891 |
| ((Y U FORGET ME??? UNSUBSCRIBING AND HANGING MYSELF lolreally)) ((GAH, KNEW I FORGOT ONE. K fixed.)) | 2012-06-26 18:57:00 Author: Merc Posts: 2135 |
| ((Imma post tomorrow)) | 2012-06-26 22:36:00 Author: Kern Posts: 5078 |
| The Blackout Guard assuming control of the Prison Cell began to escort Heather outside of her cage, and towards her doom, the pit. As they walked down the hallways of the jailhouse, she noticed the sad souls, placed and locked in cells just like hers. Before continuing any further though, the guard stopped for a second as his phone began ringing. He let go of Heather for a second, with her wrists still tied up. As she pressed her back against the wall behind her, she felt metal bars touch against her spine. She briefly turned her head around to see what was behind the bars she was leaning against, and saw someone, turning towards her. Blackout Guard: "Listen Viper...I've got everything under control....Yes, yes, she's still in her cell, don't worry. Guards are already planning re-location as we speak." Heather watched as the man in the cell got up, his bony, lightweight figure now visible in the dim light shining down on him. It was most likely that her mind was playing tricks with her, but there was something about this man, something about his face that was....familiar. Without turning to the guard, she shifted her eyes over to him, trying to tell the not-so well kept man what he had to do without being able to squeeze in a single word, and luckily for her, he knew the basics of what she was trying to tell him through facial conversation. Blackout Guard: "Mhm. Well sir, good luck over in Texas then, and watch out for Microsoft." ..And with that, Heather swiftly moved around and behind the guard, and headbutted him over to the prison bars that encompassed the bony man named Jackson, where the guard smashed his head into, dropping his phonne. Still, this rough and tumble soldier kept himself up, not passing out like some would from the head trauma he had just experienced. But, sadly for him, he would go night night a different way. Jackson slid his thin, serpent-like arm through the prison bars, wrapping it around the man's neck, choking him, until passing out, falling to the floor, away from the cell. Jackson: "Good, now push him over so I can grab his keys." Heather glanced downwards at the guard's waist, where the keys were dangling off of, and silently looked back up to the gaunt, thirty-something year old man requesting freedom. Heather: "How do I know you won't just sacrifice me to Blackout soldiers just to keep moving?" Jackson: "It's a possibility... but look, we don't have time little lady. Once they realize what's happened through all the cameras, an alarm's going to go off, and more troops are going to be sent in. I know about these people, and unfortunately for you, you do not. Without me, you'll be as clueless as a rat in a lab maze." The man was right, even if she didn't want to admit it. Right after his little speech, they both heard the sirens signalling an attempt at escape go off. Security Officer: *via camera station* "ALERT! ALERT! PRISONERS 17 AND 18 ARE ESCAPING!" Jackson: "Well?" Heather: "Alright, fine." Heather kicked the passed out body over to the bars where Jackson choked him originally. He lowered down and slid his arm through the bars once again, grabbing for the keys, and opened the cell door. Heather: "Alright, now get these chains off my wrists." Jackson proceeded to do exactly what she said, releasing her from the tight manacles pressing against her joints. Jackson: "Now do you trust me?" Heather: "Not really.." Jackson: "Whatever, let's just get the hell out of here." The two began running down the hallways of the Blackout prison, leaving behind the unconscious prison guard, and ready to make a run for it. ((Queue the turtle, it's time to bust out.)) | 2012-06-27 02:53:00 Author: Dragonvarsity Posts: 5208 |
| "Mercuy? I thought you were dead." "Oh, did you?" Mercuy's voice was devoid of all life, and said in a soft accusing tone. "I wonder why." "Wait, what?" "Cut the ****. I know you're working for Blackout, you've made that fairly obvious." He moved closer to GDN's desk with every word. "Look, Mercuy-" "I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT! You lead me into a Blackout trap, where i'm held in captivity for 23 years and expect me not to be ****** about it?" "I didn't know!" "DON'T GIVE ME THAT, YOU KNEW **** WELL. If it wasn't you then how did you escape that base, huh? HUH?" And then, you go into hiding the whole time while I'm gone, then return to lead Sony right around wartime? YOU DIDN'T THINK THAT ANYONE WOULD NOTICE DID YOU?" "THAT'S A COINCIDENCE! WHAT ABOUT EVERYTHING THAT WE'VE BEEN THROUGH MERCUY? WHAT ABOUT THAT?" "What, when we went up to Everest and you got shot in the head by the Blue Cult, just to show up again later? YOU'RE JUST AMAZED THAT SOMEONE ACTUALLY MANAGED TO FIGURE IT OUT!" "I'VE BEEN FIGHTING FOR SONY FOR YEARS, HOW COULD YOU EVEN SAY THAT?" With all the anger expressed in words that they could manage, they just continued to stare at eachother, the situation still far from being resolved. ((One more thing, In a previous post at the top of the last page I mentioned a war between Sony and Blackout in Old Natal, that should've been Nintendo and Blackout.)) | 2012-06-27 20:32:00 Author: Merc Posts: 2135 |
| Mercuy just stood there, silently staring at him. GDN was about to say something else when he beat him to it. Merc: It's easy to fake loyalty, you know... Wasn't that what the last Commander did? GDN reminded the speech that the Blackout officer gave him back in Petropolis. Was he really fulfilling a purpose for Blackout? Or was it all just an attempt to mess with his mind? GDN tried to escape from these thoughts and get back to the matter at hand. Merc: Your treachery ends right now, Commander. GDN noticed Mercuy ready his energy sword as he spoke, quickly grabbing his knife and use it to block the attack that came right after. GDN was pushed down to the floor as Merc drove the glowing sword towards him. However, GDN managed to kick the crazed veteran back, resulting in him tripping over the table. GDN pulled his pistol and pointed at him, but Merc was quick and knocked it out from his hand while grabbing his neck with the other. The ex-microsoft pinned GDN towards the wall and pointed the sword at his neck, infuriated. GDN: MERCUY! MERCUY! YOU'RE OUT OF YOURSELF! The sword began to glow, and as Merc prepared the final blow, GDN pulled his grasping arm away from himself just in time to evade the sword, which was now pinned to the wall. GDN retaliated by pulling Merc from his arm and throwing him to the side, leaving the sword on the wall and both unarmed, facing each other. | 2012-06-27 23:04:00 Author: gdn001 Posts: 5891 |
| ((We are going slightly slow for our first week, so I think we're going to need to pick up the pace a little bit in terms of posts. I think that we should all have at least 2 posts by the end of tomorrow. Think we can manage that?)) | 2012-06-28 05:51:00 Author: Merc Posts: 2135 |
| "You're making a mistake! What do I have to tell you so you believe me?" "You can't tell me anything. I need to see action. You back out of this war? Fine, i'll believe you. You wipe Blackout off the map? I can trust you, but i've not seen any of that from you." "Back out of the war? I can't do that! Sony and Microsoft are a massive threat to us, and they won't back down!" "Then I'm not walking out of here empty handed." Mercuy pulled out his rifle and aimed it at GDN, grabbing his sword while he moved over to the commander's desk and pulled a USB out of his pocket and plugged it into the computer. "What are you doing?" "I'm not going to kill you, but I may as well take your files." GDN fell silent, because there wasn't much else he could do. "Transfer complete." "Good. Go through those files and you'll see that I'm innocent." "They won't prove me right or wrong. I just need to make sure that no men are wasted before the real threat shows up." No more words needed to be said, and Mercuy walked out the door holding all of the cards. I'll admit that he succeeded, but having to attack friends to get what you need... I couldn't do that, and that's why I didn't want to be a part of the war anymore. | 2012-06-28 06:53:00 Author: Merc Posts: 2135 |
| The Nintendo van drove through the crowded streets of Sunnyvale, with the driver of the vehicle following the GPS plugged in as they passed by lights, stop signs and turn sections, before detouring from the gold and glamour that the city had to offer, and trudging through the dark alleys that would be their passage way to the Blackout Prison. Driver: "So, I hear Microsoft's planning some big, midnight launch, all the kids should be crowding around to buy a copy." Drago: "Heh, as usual..I wonder what Sony's got planned." Driver: "Drago, we already know all the games they're planning to release." Drago: "No, not for the market. I mean the war. The disadvantage of being enemies is that it can be more difficult to find out what the others are up to. I just have a bad feeling, always hovering above me, that at any time, the two other factions could strike." One of the agents there, Addams, looked over to Drago after what he just said. Addams: "As much as I'd love to tell you you're wrong Commander, I can't. But we have a mission that can help put this war to rest." Drago: "True. But there's also the aftermath of this all to consider." Driver: "Sometimes....soldiers just gotta live in the moment. Worry about the 'now', and deal about the 'later'...later." GPS: "You will soon arrive at your destination." The van proceeded to slow down as it arrived at the prison. Or, really, above the prison. They stopped right in front of what looked to be a typical building, hidden away in the dingy and concealed parts of the Californian city. The four agents, Drago, Addams, Rick, and Zack (the driver) pulled back the large, Ultramarine-colored doors of the Nintendo van, and walked over to the doors of a run-down, miniature storage facility. ((Don't worry, Addams, Rick and Zack, like all other Nintendo agents I've got besides Drago are only temporary, nobody important)) Zack: "There's something that doesn't feel right, just having four agents here and whatnot." Drago: "Don't worry, back-up isn't too far from us. Let's get out the flashlights and gloves. Rick, feel free to give Claire and the rest of the tech team a call. It should be good to keep in contact with them now that we've arrived." Rick: "On it, sir." Drago and Rick took out two flashlights for them to carry, while Addams handed out several pairs of black, leather gloves for them to use when needing to touch various things inside. Rick started to dial Claire's number before putting on the gloves though. Drago: "I guess we'll have to find a way in the building first." Addams: "Welp, I can't find a door, but there is a window." Zack: "That's good enough for me." Addams: "Hold up, I see alarms." Addams slid his arms off of the bag he was carrying once again, and looked through it, until picking up a piece of gear which he attached to the window. After a few click sounds could be heard from the piece of equipment attached to the glass, Addams took the piece off, and broke through the glass, with the gloves on his hands still. Addams: "All clear." The four agents jumped through the broken window once all the glass had been wiped out, which didn't take much longer than about ten seconds. They began to scan the perimeter once inside the storage house, opening up the different garage doors, and scanning the walls, floor, and ceiling. Rick: "I'm on with Claire." Drago: "Great, but, let's try to be quiet since we've got unfriendly neighbors right below our feet. No speaker or anything like that." Rick: "Yeah yeah, I got it. Claire, you there?" Claire: "I'm here, what do you need guys?" Rick: "We're inside the building, and are trying to find some sort of entrance. I need you to check the iCams." Claire: "Alright, just give me a second." Rick: "Okay." As Rick stood there waiting, the others continued walking around, looking for hidden switches, trap doors, whatever could lead them to the underground jail. Drago laid down on the floor, pressing his ear against the cement. Addams: "Sir...I don't think this is a good time to sleep on the job." Drago: "Be quiet!" Addams: "Alright..." Drago closed his eyes, trying to listen closer, to what was going on down below them. After waiting a little though, trying to hear out for something, he could barely hear a certain, yet peculiar noise. Drago: "I think I hear...." Claire: "Alright, I'm back." Drago: "..an alarm." Zack: "What?" Drago: "An alarm's gone off in the prison. I don't know what, but, something's going on down there." Claire: "Rick, our team just scanned the iCams, and I need to tell you something." Rick: "What is it Claire?" Claire: "We spotted multiple cargo trucks driving across the city, all headed for the same direction." Rick: "Cargo trucks, is it.." Claire: "Yep. It's Blackout." Rick: "..Okay." Rick stood there a little silent, hanging up, and locked eyes with his friends. Rick: "The re-location trucks have entered Sunnyvale." | 2012-06-28 13:17:00 Author: Dragonvarsity Posts: 5208 |
| Zeta felt the breath knocked out of her as she hit the water. Cold rushed in through every pore, flooding her mind. All other thoughts were lost in white explosion of bubbles. Squeezing her eyes shut she kicked for the surface, emerging in a crescendo of waves and spray. After the silence of the ocean, the wind seemed to change from a whistle to a howl. Grimly she struck out for the shore, glad her pack was air tight; not weighing her down. After an half an hour she reached out a leg and felt rough grains of sand. Gasping, she hauled herself up onto the beach. Zeta would go through almost anything for what she felt was important. But that didn't mean she wouldn't cough and splutter out a stream of complaints at a tiny passing crab. Opening her pack, she was relieved to see not a drop of sea water had seeped inside. She drew out a belt, and fitted five power cells to it. This would help her travel over the forest. It would allow her to fly a short distance, up to 7 metres above the ground. As long as the fog lingered over the trees, it would be the perfect method of transport. Very quiet, and not generating anything that would be detected unless she kicked a soldier in the head. Mercenaries in this area were paranoid, and would travel in groups. Zeta was sure she would sense them far before they sensed her. Their paranoia was justified, this area was highly volatile. In fact, there wasn't so much a firm line between Microsoft and Sony here, but a blurry cloud. It hadn't been very interesting beforehand, in the time of peace both fractions had ignored it, neither had guarded it exactly jealously. Now, however, it was a possible gateway for attack; a weak point of chaos. Zeta activated the belt, ascended and flew outwards across the forest, a foot away from the edge of the canopy. It wasn't too fast, but the breeze was chilling her to the bone. At least the air was not humid, shivering, she was still glad she would soon dry off. ((I'll meet you Butter next post, but if you feel inclined you can make that post instead. n_n)) | 2012-06-28 21:31:00 Author: PygmyOwl Posts: 1316 |
| ((I really need to continue the journeys of my two characters who are mysteriously missing from the character status page about to start their main storylines.)) | 2012-06-28 22:12:00 Author: Fading-Dream Posts: 164 |
| ((Sorry it's taken a few days since my last post but I'm really super busy at the moment. I'll post tomorrow I promise!)) | 2012-06-28 22:26:00 Author: Plasmavore Posts: 1913 |
| GDN tried to follow Mercuy through the door, but he was already gone. A troop of soldiers were headed his way. Sargeant: Commander! Is everything OK? We heard a commotion... GDN(sad): Everything's just... GDN glanced back at his room, still messy from the fight. GDN: Everything is fine. Now excuse me, but I have to get back to my post. He walked back inside, closing the door behind him once again. Sargeant(to others): I can tell by his tone that everything's not fine... As GDN checked his computer trying to find out what exactly Merc could have copied, his cellphone rang. "Great. Wouldn't be surprised at all if it was a bomb in disguise..." He picked up and answered: GDN: Hel... Zim(frantic): GDN, glad you picked up! GDN: Whoa, slow down! What is it, girl? Zim: Sorry. Is that I have something really important to talk to you about... GDN: Oh my... What have I done now? Zim: What are you talking about? GDN: Nothing, go ahead. Zim: Well, it is that I have been having these... Dreams, and they are star... GDN: Wait, wait, wait, you want to talk to me about your dreams? Zim: GDN, listen to this, it is important! They're not any kind of dream... I actually have visions of our long-gone doppelgangers in them! GDN: Wait, what? Zim: Well, mine at least. And it is not limited to dreams... I swear I saw data me stalking me multiple times! GDN: Don't you suppose that's just paranoia? Zim(nervous): I'm telling you, soldier! They are coming back! GDN: Well, I suppose we could have a talk. But not right now, I have been through much lately, I just want to lay down and rest for a while, ok? Zim: I suppose... GDN: Next lunch, maybe? We could meet at the food court at the mall and you tell me what's really bugging you. Zim: Fine... Later. GDN simply hung up the phone and tried to rest his head on the desk. | 2012-06-28 23:07:00 Author: gdn001 Posts: 5891 |
| ((The points are supposed to be in the weekly reports, but because Merc is a silly person (who is going through Dead Island withdraw) and forgot to do this week's report, I'll go ahead and put the points here.)) WEEK 1 (JUNE 21 - JUNE 28) SONY -8 (Partial Destruction of Petropolis) -2 (Ambush at Petropolis) -1 (Capture of GDN) +1 (Retrieval of GDN) -1 (Leaked Information) -2 (Got ******** slapped by Merc and had more data stolen) PREVIOUS WEEK?S TOTAL: NO INFO THIS WEEK?S TOTAL: -11 MICROSOFT +1 (Formation of Task Forces) -1 (Unrest caused by dead police officer) +1 (Chris assisting Make-A-Wish) -1 (Loss of Res) -3 (Old Natal Situation) PREVIOUS WEEK?S TOTAL: SERIOUSLY, NO INFO. THIS WEEK?S TOTAL: -3 NINTENDO -10 (Destruction of Hyrule City) -6 (Destruction of Faithville) PREVIOUS WEEK?S TOTAL: SERIOUSLY, THERE WASN?T A PREVIOUS WEEK. THIS WEEK?S TOTAL: -16 BLACKOUT -6 (Destruction of Faithville) -8 (Destruction of Project Genesis) -8 (Destruction of Blackout?s Main Base) -7 (Death of Eric) -4 (Loss of Merc) +2 (Capture of Heather Jubilee) +1 (Capture of Gabriel Lee) +3 (Capture of Jackson Taylor) -4 (Destruction of Haigha Sophia) +2 (Capture of GDN) -3 (Loss of GDN) -2 (Prison Troubles) PREVIOUS WEEK?S TOTAL: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THIS WEEK?S TOTAL: -32 ((If you have any objections or suggestions let me know.)) | 2012-06-29 23:47:00 Author: Testudini Posts: 3262 |
| ((WELL, you see... Yeah I was lazy, never again though.)) "Jason, why couldn't we just tell everyone to meet up somewhere instead of going on this insane goose chase?" "Oh come on, you're having fun aren't you? I know Pete's having fun." Pete rolled his eyes. "See? Anyway, Erin should be here any minute." "You could've at least picked a better place than a parking garage." "I didn't pick the place. Erin just thought she was being follo- It looks like she was right." While they were talking, what looked like 7 Blackout agents had already surrounded the three of them. "Hello friends! Come to join the party?" Weapons locked on them, and the squad brought out theirs, or rather, reached for them and realized that they hadn't been issued any yet. "Umm." Things weren't looking good, but it was too early in the war for them to be shot. Erin picked this time to show up, a katana coming accross one of troops' neck, and alerting the rest to her presence without coming out of the shadows. The men and their trigger fingers swiftly unloaded on the man. She kicked him out into the circle and slashed the chest of the next in line, and another stab through the next. With all of them distracted by Erin's blade, it gave the other 3 the chance to attack the rest of tackle the Blackout agents and take their weapons while Erin grabbed the last one by the neck and choked him out cold. "Well, that's the last of them. Nice timing by the way Erin." "And you say that you're always the one getting us out of trouble." "No, I just plan to get us into trouble so that you guys can do the getting out of it for me." "...It's depressing that your description is accurate. Either way, don't we have a mission to get to?" "We've still got to get Eve and Zak." "Uh..." Jason started to speak up. "I forgot to mention that Eve was captured." "Forgot?" "Neglected." "Captured by who?" "Microsoft." "Jail?" "Yep." "Why?" "Explosives." "What?" "Explosives." "All right, want to go get her?" "I'm not paying." "Deal." ((Also, I'd like to remind you all to SUBCRIBE TO THE THREAD so you all know when we get new posts, and know when you're involved or needed. (Most of you have probably done so already, BUT, just making sure.))) | 2012-06-30 07:26:00 Author: Merc Posts: 2135 |
| ((Sorry it took so long for this next part of Alice and Lake's story, I've been super busy over the past few days!)) A few days later... Alice and Lake were back on the country path - having heard news from an injured sparrow of trouble in a town a number of miles away, they had set off as quickly as possible to see if they could be of any assistance. "We've been walking for hours now," burst out Alice, scowling at Lake. "And we haven't seen any sign of this town. How far away did the birds say this place was?" "Only a couple of miles..." muttered Lake, just loudly enough for Alice to hear him. "Well then they lied didn't they?" spat Alice. "We've been on this road all day and seen no one. You'd think the-" "Alice, look!" The amount of gravel on the road ahead of them was diminishing and they could see it hardened to dark tarmac. We must be close, thought Lake, increasing his pace. When he had first heard the news of the trouble, he had been anxious and nervous, and though these feelings had been replaced by fatigue and annoyance at having walked for so long, they filled him from head to toe as he heard his sister's hard-soled shoes hit the tarmac behind him. He brushed his hair out of his face, wiped the sweat from his brow and continued down the road, listening intently for any creature or human that may give him a clue as to what had happened in the town, though hearing nothing he again increased the speed at which he was walking, and was now moving at a light jog, with Alice now at his side looking just as anxious, though with a fire in her eyes that Lake knew all to well, and did not wish to see as often as he did. The road bent to the left sharply, and as they came round this they saw the town. It was rather small, only comprised of about fifteen houses, a number of small shops and what looked like a church tower jutting out from behind a few trees. It was completely silent other than the wind, which whipped their dark hair into their faces and chilled the sweat on their bodies from their hike. "So where's this trouble?" Alice's voice finally punching a hole in the sheet of silence, as if she had expected to be ambushed as soon as they had found the town. Lake ignored this question, ""Let's look around..." he suggested, and began walking down the highstreet towards a little post office on the corner, Alice following fearlessly behind. A bell tinkled as the door of the post office was opened, and the twins entered the small building cautiously. The cheerful ringing of the bell juxtaposed massively with the sight of the post office's interior. Cases had been knocked over, the till looked as if it had been picked up from the desk and thrown, as it was now embedded in a wall behind Alice, a pile of change and notes fallen on the floor beneath it. "Where's the owner?" whispered Lake, looking through a small window in a door marked 'Staff Only'. There came no reply from Alice. "Ali?" called Lake, slightly panicked now. Alice stood up from where she had been hidden from view behind the counter, her face white and the fire in her eyes having been doused. "What is it, Alice?" Lake stepped carefully over to the counter. Alice slowly moved to the right, allowing the light from a dusty window to lay upon a body of a man on the floor behind the counter. As Lake's eyes travelled down from the rotting face of the man, he saw three distinct gunshot wounds in the man's chest. As he stared terrified at the corpse, he heard Alice's voice behind him, "I think we missed the trouble." ((I really hope I'm doing this right... XD Is anyone interested in 'colliding' stories, if our stories could fit together in someway? I'm new to TCW, despite the fact I've been on LBPC since 2008... , so I'm interested in trying everything it has to offer. )) | 2012-06-30 16:29:00 Author: Plasmavore Posts: 1913 |
| ((I'll post soon - got work experience and have loads of extra work to do - sorry should have a post up by monday)) | 2012-06-30 18:33:00 Author: flamingemu Posts: 1872 |
| It was a clear sunny day at S?o Paulo. Everybody thought that the weather could be a sign of better times to come, but some were just as skeptical as ever. Zim was sitting at at table in the middle of a sea of people at the city's most crowded shopping mall. Everyone would give her a curiosity look every once in a while, to which she would instantly respond with a frown. GDN appeared from inside the mass of humans, carrying a briefcase and causing even more commotion. GDN(to everyone): What? You never seen a sackperson before? Or the Commander? With that said, everybody diverged, making the food court return to its usual form. Zim: It's about time... GDN: Sorry, I took a little bit longer than expected... But here I am. This better be worth it. Zim: Believe me, I wouldn't summon you for anything... GDN: So, you're telling me that our copies are back, and you are having dreams and sightings of them? Zim: Exactly! Well, to be fair, I haven't spotted yours yet, but I'm sure that I've seen mine multiple times! GDN: That's interesting... And did she ever talk to you? Zim: I think... Wait, I have been keeping this piece of paper next to my bed so I could write anything that I could remember down! Zim shows the piece of paper to the Commander: "We are copies of you. The only way to destroy us is by destroying the source" GDN: Oh my... Zim: I too was shocked when I woke up in the morning and read what I wrote. I admit, I'm a little scared... GDN: Well, dreams doesn't always make sense. We need to look deeply into this before making assumptions. GDN put his briefcase on the table and opened it, revealing a laptop to be inside. He turned it on and immediately opened a web browser. Zim: Wait, you're going to use Google? I was expecting something more trustworthy, like Sony's database or anything like that... GDN: I believe that we are talking about something that is beyond our database. Zim: Still, Google? GDN searched for "doppelgangers", giving almost 4 million results, the first ones very superficial. Zim: At least try for "data doppelgangers" or "virtual doppelgangers". The next search was narrowed down to 40 thousand entries. Some blogs about paranormal activity caught GDN's attention. Zim: You sure? Seems like the only thing you're gonna get from these sites are tons of advertising and bullcrap. GDN: Like I told, we are dealing with something beyond our comprehension. This one was actually written by a former archaeologist, so maybe we can get something from it. The post explained about how it was believed that some ancient civilizations were believed to have reached a higher level of knowledge through an unknown mean. Some believed that this knowledge was brought by an extraterrestrial artifact... The Legendary Console. An artifact that carried almost infinite power and knowledge. Zim: Wait, that actually makes some sense... The legendary console, do you remember it? GDN: Of course. Zim: Well, after you... Umm... You know, me and Mercuy reached the final chamber! GDN: And... Zim: You wouldn't believe. But the whole temple took off to space just as we barely made it out. GDN: Whoa. So the legendary console probably is an alien artifact? Well, let's keep reading... These ancient civilizations were granted enough technology to build the first ever computer, and it was so strong it could generate and run data enough to create completely virtual life forms. But these life forms were so complex, they could only be made after other people. The data people were born. Zim: Does it say anything else? GDN: No, unfortunately it ends there. We still don't know who created our data clones and what do they want with them. Zim: They helped us once, remember? GDN: Yeah... It doesn't make any sense... Anyway, I got to get back to the HQ, I have problems to solve. Zim: Alright... Should I call you if I discover anything new? GDN couldn't hear and answer her last question, disappearing inside the crowd and leaving Zim slightly upset. ((DV: I need to know if the thing we planned is going to happen really soon or if I still have time for another chapter.)) | 2012-06-30 19:21:00 Author: gdn001 Posts: 5891 |
| ((I'm sorry to do this Merc, but could you by any chance replace Drago's bio with this? I'm just not happy with the backstory I came up, and things like the lightning shroom, well, I'd feel like I'd be forced to squeeze that in, when I can think of more epic things to do, so if you'd be so kind as to change it with this, it would be most appreciated.)) BASIC INFO Name: Drago. It is never revealed if he had some other name before, so we can assume that he had a name change later in his life, so basically, his name is the same as his nickname. Age: 32 Faction: Nintendo Faction Role: Squad Leader of the Four Swords Initiative, Field Agent/Analyst. DETAILED INFO Appearance: Dark Brown Hair. He has a few scars from battles before, and sports a robotic hand, along with part of his arm, replacing what he was forced to cut off when bitten by one of hundreds of highly venomous and genetically altered Octoroks that were purposefully released long ago, in one of Nintendo's biggest cities. It was Drago's job to help stop the outbreak. He has greenish-brown eyes. Personality: He might fit in a few joke-ey lines here and there, but Drago's not supposed to very silly, he has a goal. To help stop Blackout. Because of Sony waging war against Nintendo, despite Nintendo's various claims that they meant to no harm when a plane of theirs crashed into downtown Sao Paulo, Drago has built up a large hatred for Sony. When he rescues Heather in the beginning of TCW5, he does what he can to help her, but cannot forgive Sony for what they've done to the faction he and his teammates have worked so hard to serve for. Skills/Weapons: His left hand is artificial, but works marvelously. He has implemented several features that he is still fiddling with, but it helps become a weapon of it's own. He'll also be carrying a pistol sometimes, and can fight some. Bio/Backstory: I'm too lazy of a writer to think up an interesting bio for Drago's life before joining Nintendo. What we do know is that he joined, and later formed a group called the Four Swords Initiative, a special task force funded by Nintendo of America to perform highly classified missions dealing with suspicions of terrorist groups Blackout and Ascension, while Nintendo's Secret Operations dealt with the other two factions, Sony and Microsoft. Recently though, NOA has stopped some of it's funding, and there have even been a few attempts at blowing up the Four Swords Initiative base. ((EDIT: Sniped by gdn. I haven't read your post yet but I did read the double parentheses message you added at the bottom. No, the plan I sent you would take place a while from now, sorry for the confusion about that. I have to go through a lot of things first, if that's okay. You'd definitely have enough time for a second chapter though, most likely a third as well. I hope it's alright, I just have to take care of some things, and I'll try not to say much, but I do plan on getting involved in the little New Natal crisis abyssal plans on sparking as well, before colliding with you.)) ((EDIT 2: Decided to attempt a similar "chapter style" for my characters, like what Merc and gdn are going for, I hope that's okay with you guys.)) | 2012-06-30 19:30:00 Author: Dragonvarsity Posts: 5208 |
| ((Okay, crossing stories with Butter now, tell me if I contradicted anything about your situation)) Zeta skimmed over the forest. She turned off her visa to make herself as hard to detect as possible - she reasoned she wouldn't need it, she was more at risk of long range scanners than any soldiers below. In an area of the forest this dense, it should be deserted for miles. Even if she whizzed by them, the fog and canopy would make her impossible to see. She checked her watch, she was making good progress. Within the fog it was extremely difficult to tell if the sun was setting, but she hoped she would reach safer civilian territory before midnight. She was heading east and would be fully in Microsoft's zone within an hour. That would be safer than any disputed border. Suddenly the tiny digital screen of her watch went blank. Zeta blinked, then found she had bigger issues. She was descending, the power of her belt suddenly shutting itself down. There were no branches to grab onto, she was above a small clearing. The belt completely lost power and with a thump she landed on the mossy earth. From her position on the ground she saw what she had almost dropped onto, a small box, a single LED blinking malevolently at her. It had remotely cut off her power. Someone had set a trap. Presumably it was only supposed to take out enemy weapons or conceal someone by stopping foreign scanners. A ring of defence, leaving enemies with just their fists. She cursed her luck. She had as good as flown straight into a web. She didn't give these thoughts more time than to briefly flash through her mind. Less than a second after she hit the ground she hopped into a crouch, ready to spring into the forest. However, instead she froze, in her peripheral vision she caught the glint of a gun; already pointed at her head. 'Don't move an inch.' Cautiously Zeta raised her hands, slowly swivelling her eyes to see her captor. She wasn't able to get a very good view, the colour of his clothes made him appear a just shadow amongst the trees. She was able to just about recognise Microsoft military gear. However the sleeve of the arm that held the gun towards her was torn and dirty, as though the soldier had spent weeks in the forest, not just a few hours patrolling. He isn't one of them. She thought. We are no where near any bases and far from any patrol routes. She sensed he must be on the run too. But if he were fleeing, with a Microsoft id he could be hundreds of miles from his enemies in less than a week. Why would he still be skulking in the forest? Zeta felt a slight chill in her stomach. This was not your average deserter. There was a buzz, and Zeta knew she was being scanned. He would soon know her identity. If he had any sense he would send it straight to the headquarters and earn back all his brownie points for capturing a Nintendo elite. Maybe even get a cosier promotion. The blue light of a screen lit up the soldier's face. He made a noise of surprise. 'Not Microsoft then?' He said, some tension appearing to disappear from his stance, 'Then you can probably tell me nothing.' Zeta wasn't sure if the situation had got better or worse. Someone no longer faithful to their fraction was far less predictable, a loose cannon. On the other hand, I would be dead by now if he wasn't. | 2012-07-01 16:08:00 Author: PygmyOwl Posts: 1316 |
| ((sorry again)) The grass was moist with dew, and the leaves of a nearby tree rustled loudly in the wind. Res stood up, his head throbbed like a bad hangover, and the insides of his paw were cut by the shard of glass. Res grabbed some thick grass and bound his hand, then used a longer thinner piece to tighten the bandage. There was a cosy little town on the horizon over a number of meadows, so picturesque it took Res a minute to figure out if he was dreaming. He made his was, slowly towards the town and crawled slowly up the hill. It was empty, but Res smelled humans. He pulled the shard of glass out of his pocket and stealthily forwards. Then the ground began to shake. Or his head, or – then everything started spinning and the ground rushed up and… Res saw black, that deep black only found in death or unconsciousness, and he dreamed of the lombaxes. The once great race reduced to scavengers across the towns, rooting eachother out and struggling under the iron fist of Microsoft, sony and Nintendo. Then Res saw the lombax in the video again, the weeping child. And the darkness mantled him like a veil. (( i know it's quite short but imma building up for longer one)) | 2012-07-02 21:59:00 Author: flamingemu Posts: 1872 |
| Zim entered her hotel room, tired from the day she just had. Even a walk to the mall and back seemed like forever, and calling for everyone's attention wherever she went didn't do any help. She just wanted to be alone for a while. She lay on the bed and suddenly reminded of what GDN told her not long ago. "I hope GDN doesn't forget about this... To be fair, he's been really serious recently... Something's happening to him." Zim just wanted to avoid these kinds of thoughts. She turned on the TV and started to flick throught the channels. She stopped at a new broadcast, where the blond reporter was informing the watchers of a recent archaeological discovery in Europe, made by Microsoft research crews. That made Zim remember of the talk she didn't want to remember about, so she just formulated an excuse for herself to change the channel: "Pfft. All these problems around the world and they focus on this..." She flicked the channels once more, and decided that there wasn't anything worth watching at the moment. Zim looked around the room and tried to get up, but felt too tired and just gave up trying. Zim woke up, completely oblivious to what time it was. She brushed her eyes and jumped off the bed, slowly walking towards the door. But as she tried to open it, she realized it was locked. "But... These doors can't be locked from inside..." She moved towards the window, pushed the curtains away and faced a completely empty space before her. "What is this?" "We need to talk." Zim quickly turned around, readying her fists. It was data Zim, just as she expected. Zim: Get out of my head! [data]Zim: Listen, I don't want trouble... Not now. They mustn't know that I'm here! Zim: Who? [data]Zim: I can't talk much, or they will find me... I can say, though, that the artifact you saw on TV will help you find the help you seek! Zim: Wait, so you have been haunting my dreams for a while, but suddenly decided to help me? What guarantees that you're not playing another of your tricks on me? [data]Zim: You have a valid point. Trust me or not, I did what I could. I must go, before they find me and take control over me again! Data Zim walks towards the door, leaving Zim behind. Zim: Wait! Who are they? She just walks through the door, leaving Zim alone, pondering. The room starts to fade a way, and so does herself, until she is back to reality. Zim awakens in the middle of the night, judging by the darkness. She proceeds to turn on the nearest light, pick up paper and pen and write down: "The artifact will show the way". | 2012-07-03 01:42:00 Author: gdn001 Posts: 5891 |
| An alarm suddenly went off and Gabriel used to opportunity to head-butt Mr. Brown. It didn’t do any damage due to his helmet, but Mr. Brown was distracted long enough for Gabriel to start hauling ***. “Hey, get back here **** it!” Brown said as Gabriel darted through the open door. “Oh freakin’ Nelson!” Outside was like a superstore on Black Friday. A large amount of prisoners, like Gabriel, were using this opportunity to break free. Some were even freeing their brothers-in-rags. At the same time, a man was screaming orders over an intercom as, one by one, the lights went out. “Lethal force authorized! I repeat, lethal force authorized!” the man yelled. Gabriel took this as a warning to get the hell out. Going with his guts, Gabriel ran down the hall he came from. “Hey you!” a guard said, jumping out of a closet he was apparently hiding in. Gabriel charged through him and kept on running. A bullet missed Gabriel’s neck by a mere few inches as he turned around a corner and marched up a few flight of stairs. In a moment, Gabriel had reached his cell. Jackson appeared to be missing, but Gabriel could care less. As the sound of marching could be heard not far behind, the light overhead blackened. “Well that’s just frickin’ frackin’ ‘tastic,” Gabriel mumbled, using his shoulder to guide himself forward. “I think there’s someone here,” a deep, female voice suddenly said. Then just like that, a flashlight was pointed at Gabriel. “Found one!” she yelled, preparing her rifle for action. Looking forward, Gabriel saw another staircase and darted up it. Bullets rained a few steps behind, and Gabriel narrowly avoided death once again. After taking a quick breather, he ran down another hall, climbed another staircase, and repeated that process a few more blood-pumping times. “Hey you, over here!” someone yelled on the fifth repeat. Gabriel saw an open door with a few rough looking men behind it. They seemed to be prisoners, so Gabriel ran into the room. The man shut the door behind him and placed a board to keep it from opening from the outside. “You know what’s happening?” a hairy, ape-like man asked Gabriel, whose eyes were figuratively burning from the sudden light increase. “Not a **** clue,” Gabriel responded, falling onto a stool. The room was large and grey, but for the most part boring. There were a few lockers and a ladder leading up to a trapdoor towards the back, but that was it. “Why you guys still hanging around?” Gabriel asked, pointing towards the escape route with both his hands, which were still handcuffed together. “Waiting on a friend. Here, let me help you,” the ape-man explained before grabbing the chain connecting the cuffs and ripping it in apart with a single, majestic jerk. “Holy je-oh um, thank you partner,” Gabriel said, in shock at the man’s strength. Blackout really needs to step up their production quality. “There’s some clothes in the locker on the far left. You can take ‘em and leave if you want,” a man with an unappealing tan whispered. Gabriel nodded, walked over, and proceeded to undress. “Oh come on man, not here,” the ape-man protested in disgust. Gabriel however, was a man of no shame. Gabriel proceeded to put on a pair of jeans, some boots, a red and white plaid shirt, a leather jacket, and a dark brown Stetson. Now that he thought about it, Gabriel was pretty sure these were the clothes confiscated upon his capture. How convenient. “Well then, I guess I’ll be off,” Gabriel said before climbing the ladder. The three men nodded in acknowledgement, when suddenly a loud banging was heard at the door. “Open up this instant!” the female guard from before demanded. Gabriel wasn’t keen on sticking around for that encounter, so he promptly scrambled up, opened the trapdoor, and climbed into what seemed to be a poorly-lit basement. “Close it behind you!” the skin-burnt man hissed. Gabriel nodded and pushed the metal slab over the hole. As soon as he did so, a loud crack followed by a gun firing could be heard. Gabriel saluted before observing his surroundings. The room was, for the most part, empty. The only thing notable was a broken, tipped over grandfather clocked laying in two pieces on the floor. Not wanting to waste any more time, Gabriel hustled up the staircase and opened the door, only to be greeted by a man in a black hoodie. “Not yet buddy,” he said, a smirk clearly visible, before he shot Gabriel in the shoulder, sending the poor courier tumbling back down. | 2012-07-03 09:56:00 Author: Testudini Posts: 3262 |
| Sirens placed all around the place, practically camouflaging with the damp, grey ceiling corners of the Blackout-occupied prison hallways turned from a semi-transparent appearance to a blinking red, as it let out a deep yell like someone was breathing down on a tuba, signalling the knock-out of a Prison Guard, along with Prisoner 17 and 18's attempt at escape. Jackson started to run like the wind, or more like, jog like the fog, as his "interrogation" wounds weren't helping him very well. He glanced back to see Heather trying to catch up. She wasn't at her greatest either, but that wasn't the only reason she was lagging behind. He looked down for a second to see a dark, charcoal-colored M1 Helmet firmly grasped in her hand. Jackson began talking, while trying to keep moving as Heather caught right up with him. Jackson: "..And what reason are you holding a guard's helmet for? It's not going to be a very cunning disguise without the rest of the suit." Heather: "I'm not holding onto it for a disguise, it's so I don't wind up getting a bullet in my head." Jackson: "Well, you're wasting your time holding onto it, but whatever, let's pick up the pace." The two kept went from a jog to a run, as they kept on moving down the hallways, with the constant horn of the sirens. The screaming of those locked up nearby wasn't helping either, but they were able to get away from that madness. Due to the torture, drugging, ect., Heather had no idea who the fellow with her was, and likewise for Jackson, although there was a sense they shared that they somehow met once, but thankfully for Jackson, just like him, she couldn't figure it out one bit. Heather: "Are you sure you know where you're going?" Jackson: *scanning halls* "Yes, now quit bugging me alright? Security Announcer Lady Thingamajig: "Lock-down starting." Jackson: "Crap, we don't have a lot of time. The trucks are probably on their way." Heather: "Wait, what?" Jackson: "Whole place is gonna be closed tight in probably, less than ten minutes I'd imagine? No way out after that, and they're bringing extra people to take back the place, and to re-locate some of the prisoners." The two reached the end of one of the hallways, and were met by a large, steel door, with a keypad over on the side. Heather watched as Jackson hunched down to take a look at it. He entered a few digits, and the door opened. Heather: "How did you-" Jackson: "No time!" Jackson grabbed Heather by her open hand, and started running down the twisting and turning corridors of the underground base. As they continued running, they could remotely feel a slight rumbling in the ground, which was really Blackout troops trying to surround the perimeter, while prisoners left and right, and far away, broke free. The two made it into a more open area but was suddenly approached by one of the guards, who was absent from the rest of the guards, and was on his way to join them. Before making a word out, the two prisoners suddenly moved in sync, with Heather dropping the helmet, as Jackson grabbed for her other hand, and twisted around, and was barely able to throw her off the ground, as she rammed her foot into the guard's head, leaving him to sort things out in gaga land. Jackson: *pant* "That was..whew...how did we even do that?!" Heather: "Son of a-..aaghh..." Jackson: "Hey, you alright?" When kicking and slamming into the buff guard, Heather's leg bent back improperly, causing some pain to shoot through her right leg for a short while, until subsiding. Heather: "Yeah yeah I'm alright. Mff, it's better. Let's just keep moving." Jackson reached his arm down, helping Heather back up, as she grabbed for the helmet as well. They continued moving, changing from a walk, back towards a jog. ((Expect another post some time soon, then I'll be handing Jackson back to you, Clay.)) | 2012-07-03 22:53:00 Author: Dragonvarsity Posts: 5208 |
| "Hey there, I'd like to pay Eve Serena's bail." "Yeah, I can't do that." "Alright goo- Wait, what?" "She's dangerous ma'am." "Don't be telling me who in my squad is dangerous." "I just did." "Alright fine, just let me see her." The officer opened the door to the cellblock and lead Alexa to Eve's cell, with him pulling out his shotgun on the way. He planted himself on the wall across the hallway and pointed pointed to Eve's cell. "Eve, what in god's name did you do?" "That... doesn't really matter right now." "Like hell it doesn't! Not like I'm going to leave our explosives expert out of the loop, but I'd rather KNOW about your criminal report than not." "Alright, I might have been testing some new explosives that Zak fashioned for me at an old abandoned bridge. Turns out the bridge wasn't abandoned." "Nice job there." "Yeah... Anyway can you get that guy to let me out? I've got a feeling you guys are going to need to blow more **** up." "Hey guard, I think she's learned her lesson now, can you let her out?" "No." "Alright fine." Alexa pulled out her phone and found Chris' number, dialed and heard the ring come on. "Hey Chris, can you do me a favour?" "Depends on the favour." "You wanna tell this guard to let my friend out of prison?" She tossed the phone over to the guard, who fumbled with it for a bit before bringing it to his ear. "Hello?" "Give them anything they want." "Yes sir." The guard tossed the phone back to Alexa. Grudgingly the guard walked over to the cell and opened it, a look of almost disgust on his face. Eve gave him a wink as she walked out and took the shotgun out of his hands. "Anything we wanted right?" ((Good, that's 5 down, 1 to go till I actually get to real action scenes.)) | 2012-07-04 03:30:00 Author: Merc Posts: 2135 |
| "I don't care if Microsoft is denying it, we need to do everything we can to find out what Blackout is up to!" GDN was having a bad time negotiating with Microsoft officers for a permission to send agents into an area suspected of holding Blackout activity. He called his adviser, who was trying his best to prevent the Commander from doing a mistake. Adviser: Listen, if Blackout is hiding in their territory, it's their problem, just let them deal with it themselves! GDN: Blackout is a threat to everyone, not just them! Who are they to deny a simple research? Adviser: It's not just "simpler research", you're sending a squad into one of their towns! GDN: So what? We have to crack some eggs! If they keep denying access, I will have to... Adviser: Do not even think about that... Remember, Microsoft isn't our enemy, or at least shouldn't be... GDN: Anyone who potentially helps Blackout is our enemy! GDN just ended the transmission and stayed on his chair, thinking about what he just said. "Does this mean I am my own greatest enemy?" He just moved his head in negation. Bad thoughts were the last thing he needed at the moment. He decided to wait before sending a response to Microsoft, after all he needed some time to think. Time he wasn't going to have anytime soon. His cellphone rang. GDN: Hello? Zim: Zim here. GDN: What now? Zim: I got an information that might help us... GDN: Say it. Zim: Have you seen the news? Microsoft found an old artifact in Europe. Well, turns out this artifact is the key we need to solve this mystery! GDN: Wait, how do you know that? Zim: Well, I... Uhm... GDN: Zim... Zim: Data me told me in a dream... GDN: And you expect to go by her rules? She's not friendly, why would you believe her? Zim: I don't know, but she seemed so sincere... Plus, she mentioned "them". GDN: Who? Zim: "Them". That's the only name she mentioned. GDN: I don't know Zim, this doesn't sound any right... Zim: Please, I need your help! I just saw that the artifact has been moved to the London's Museum of History. I... We need to go there get it. GDN: What, you mean a museum heist? Zim: GDN, I really need your help! I just can't do it on my own... GDN: I guess I don't have a choice... Ok, I will see if I can get a day or two off, then I will pick you up at the hotel and we will fly to London. But I still think that you may be going crazy. Zim just mumbled "goodbye" on the phone, upset by GDN's last sentence, but slightly satisfied that he agreed to go. ((End of Chapter One)) | 2012-07-04 22:20:00 Author: gdn001 Posts: 5891 |
| ((Okay, so any posts that come soon with Seera Ihkrov in it will obviously be a flashback, unless I make it clear that it's in the present. There will be points in this post where it's separated by ------------------------. This means it switches between times, mainly, from ten years ago in Seera's perspective, to the Present with Heather's perspective, and then back, and then forth. You get the idea.)) ((By the way, this is a pretty long post, but I haven't had a flashback in a little while, and wanted to merge a flashback and present post together for a certain reason, hopefully the outcome turned out alright.)) Chaotix Hotel, Faithville, Texas. Time: 1:56 a.m. Seera got unpacked in the suite room assigned for him, after receiving his luggage from some other SEGA attendees, waiting in a car just outside of the hotel. When everything was brought up into his room by him, he fell back onto the large, twin mattress, and was about to "rest his eyes". He kept his eyes open though when lifting his arm in front of his face, and gazed at the hand-me-down watch tightened around his wrist. The flight attendants were right, he wouldn't have much time before the conference would begin, just about an hour left. But thanks to the sleep he got on the flight over, he wasn't ready for a nap. That, and all the questions that buzzed through his mind about 'Project Genesis' kept him real focused. He stood up, got a few things, and went down to meet the three other agents that dropped him there originally to deal with unpacking, now ready to head off. He joined them in the vehicle, and fastened his seat belt, as the driver headed off, going towards the Sega Headquarters Office. -------------------------------------------------- The constant beeping wouldn't stop, as the extra guards driving over were getting closer and closer. Jackson and Heather kept running, reaching higher ground, a bit closer to the surface, along with a way out. Jackson: "God I'm in terrible shape. You better not slow me down with that ankle of yours." Heather: "I told you already, it's fine. I don't like how long we've been running, are we close to getting the hell out yet?" Jackson: "Trust me, we're close alright. They slowed down when reaching a corner, checking a changing hallway, and when Jackson gave the go-ahead, they kept running, down a hallway, looking just like the rest, if only it was just like the rest though. Heather: "I hope you really do know what you're doing?" Jackson: "Stop bugging me, okay? I know every trap these shmucks might have planned for us-" Right after shushing Heather with that little line though, his foot bent backwards, as his face and body went headfirst into the ground, after tripping over a black wire secretly placed there for someone to trigger. A large rumbling could be heard, and when the two turned back, they saw the way they went through into this hallway was closed off, as bars shot upward, and the wall behind them began moving towards them, ready to squish them against the other end of the corridor. Jackson: "Uhh....woops." ---------------------------------------- SEGA Headquarters, Faithville, Texas. Time: 2:45 a.m. Seera sat there with a clipboard and some pencils left on a small, circular table over on the side of the chair he sat in, reading the latest issue of Nintendo Power, seeing how that's all they had, probably for some sort of competitive purposes. A plaid-suited woman stepped out of one of the nearby doors, welcoming him, and ushering him out of the room, and towards his seat in a reserved room of SEGA's. Seera looked around to see other high-ranking officials, occupying some of the chairs, while others lay empty, for others on their way towards the place. He looked over to see another person enter the conference room, and began to break some of the silence present. SEGA Officer: "Hello everyone. It looks like a few people here are running a little bit late, but that's okay. I'm sorry I had to wake some of you up, some of you had to fly quite a distance just to get here. But I think it should be well worth it." As the figure continued speaking, Seera's attention briefly moved towards two other people, walking in with some guy, probably in his twenties, which was a bit of a surprise, how everyone else were in their thirties or fourties at least, including him. SEGA Officer: "You've proven yourself useful along the years, and that's why you've been chosen, men. You must keep all following data secret, nobody must know about this massive discovery, it's our way of bringing SEGA, back on top. A bit of applause could be heard after the sergeant gave the little, motivational talk, and decided to keep going. SEGA Officer: "Some men of ours were able to pick up on technology, the kind of equipment that some men couldn't dare to dream of. One could say, it was machinery given from God himself." "Oh, get on with it already", the twenty-something year old man said, not giving as much attention as one would expect on the matter, especially since he was one of the few invited, yet Seera and the other men couldn't figure out who the guy was. His little disrespectful reply was met by a critical look from the Officer. SEGA Officer: "Before I let the tech team who found it go into better explanation, let me just say that all of you will be moving here in Faithville. The hotel rooms are just for a few days, and more of our men are getting more of your supplies. Since the tech guys are running a bit late, feel free to uhh..shake hands..yeah." ------------------------------------------------------------- The two began running from this wall as it started chasing them down, not as fast as the two of them, but not giving them a whole lot of time either. They stopped abruptly when reaching the other end of the hall, running into a metal door. Heather tried jiggling the knob with her open hand, but it was no use. Heather: "Locked." Jackson: "Wait, up there!" As the wall was slowing down a bit, still making it's towards them though, Jackson and Heather looked up to find a hatch up above them, that would lead over to the door, into the other room. Heather: "One of us has to go over there." Jackson: "Maybe there's some sort of panel I can hack into to open it up for you, although it's pretty high.." Heather grabbed for Jackson's shirt collar, and made sure Jackson could look directly at her. Heather: "You better not try leaving me to die, got it?" Jackson: "Alright, alright!" Heather: "Now let me give you a boost." Heather got into the correct position, and lent both arms out, as Jackson stepped onto her hands, and she tried heaving him up, and tried standing into position as he began crawling through. Heather: "Get the hell over!" Jackson: "I'm try- whoa-aaaahh!" Heather fell to the ground as her right ankle gave out to the returning pain of her previous injury, letting go of Jackson. He was able to cling on to the square hole made available to him, and pushed itself over, as the wall moving towards them was no more than ten feet away, and slowed down further. Heather: *holding foot* "Ahh ****! Open that door already!" Jackson fell down on the other side, and opened blinds placed on a bullet-proof window, seeing Heather again, as the two were separated from the metal door. He saw as she lay there, on the floor, clutching onto where the pain hurt most. He knew this would be a weakness, a way to slow them down, and Jackson wouldn't be able to escape. Heather looked up into Jackson's eyes as the wall closed in on her. Heather:*panting* "Open the.. *pant*... door already!" -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Seera got up from his chair, as the different generals and agents began moving around, shaking hands with one another. After passing by the different people, he arrived at the one, the one person he couldn't pin to name, and was dying to know. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jackson: "I can't do that." Heather: "What, but you...you..." Then, something, something deep inside Heather's brain, simply turned on. The sounds of the alarms faded into a complete blur, as she looked into the eyes of the betrayer, and somehow, somehow, knew exactly by that one last look, who this person was. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Seera: "Hello, I don't think we've met yet. My name's Seera." The guy sitting down looked up, making his bony face now more visible, as Seera Ihkrov stretched his arm out to shake hands with the man. Seera: "What's your name?" The person got his arms out of his pockets, and shook hands with Seera. Jackson: "You can call me... Jackson." ------------------------------------------- Heather: "Jackson....JACKSON!" Jackson ran off, leaving Heather there as the wall was only about 5 feet away. Heather: "JACKSON, YOU SON OF A *****, YOU TRAITOR!" Heather began panting, releasing her frustration, and held the helmet tightly, with the wall almost 4 feet away. She ignored the massive pain in her right foot, and despite it, got herself up after clinging onto a wall over to the side. Unleashing her final moments of anger, she punched against the wall, thrashing and using her last bits of energy, and kicked her left food hard into the wall over on her side, until it fell down, and before being squashed like a bug, huddled inside, leading to a tunnel that would get her out of there. She started limping forward, alone, but after what just happened, she wouldn't have it any other way. ((He's all yours, Claytonicus.)) | 2012-07-05 01:22:00 Author: Dragonvarsity Posts: 5208 |
| -Sometime around midnight, on the wrong side of an unimportant city- "Gosh, you're so boring, seriously! Why am I stuck with you?!" Unable to keep her cool anymore, Yu turned around and slapped the brat walking behind her. This brat went by the name Kelly, and Elwood had randomly thrown her upon Yu at the last second, despite her mission only needing one person. As one might guess, they weren't getting along very well. "Hey! What was that for?" Ignoring Kelly's anger, Yu continued walking towards the location which the files needed to be delivered to. "I'm talking to you!!!" Kelly caught up with Yu and started walking alongside her. "Seriously, why did you do that? That really hurt!" Still walking, Yu turned and faced Kelly. "What?" "Shut up." Yu looked at Kelly long enough to watch as her face went from a frown to a frown that was so frowny it looked painful. Looking away from Kelly's frowny frown, Yu checked her GPS. "I think this is it." They were at an abandoned apartment building, which was a suspicious place to deliever files to, but knowing Elwood, Yu wasn't surprised. Elwood was a strange man, which was something Yu knew very well. "Ew, that place looks disgusting, I'm not going in there!" "Yes you are." Yu started to walk towards the building, but Kelly didn't follow. "No." "Come on," Yu walked back to Kelly, and grabbed onto her hair, which was in a ponytail similar to Yu's, but it was blonde, and much, much longer. "Hey! Stop it!!!" Not listening to Kelly's shouting and pleas, Yu dragged her to the the door and into the building. Once inside, Yu let go. "Seriously, Yu, if you keep this up, I'll be dead before we even get home!" Not responding, Yu examined the room. There was a candle lit on a table in the far right corner of the room, which provided a decent source of light. The room itself was small, and there was a hallway to the left of the table, but Yu couldn't see that far into it. "Hey, um, did Elwood ever actually specify where exactly in here we were supposed to deliever the files?" Kelly was obviously nervous, and was standing behind Yu, right by the door, probably so she could run at the first sign of danger. "There's a lit candle, so someone must be here." Yu pulled out her gun, just incase, and started to walk towards the hallway. Before she could get there though, a sudden figure popped out and knocked Yu off her feet, and the gun out of her hand. It was a tall, muscular male, who resembled your everyday trashy bandit. "You're late, I hate late people...." The person started to walk towards Yu, holding a large, bloody knife. Managing to get back onto her feet and grabbing her gun, Yu shot the man, and after letting out a scream, he fell down to the floor, dead. "Kelly, it's not safe, let's go...!" Sudden shock overcame Yu as someone grabbed her from behind and pointed a gun at her head. Yu looked at the door, Kelly was gone. "Man, that bandit was a loser, Elwood's lucky I offered to help.." The voice alone told Yu it was Kelly that had the gun pointed at her head. "...?!" BANG. ((Crappy and generic cliffhanger is crappy and generic. I've written more, but I'm too lazy to edit it right now, so deal with it. (Also I'm not sure if this post itself is perfect either, but you can deal with that too c: ) )) | 2012-07-05 04:11:00 Author: Unknown User |
| ((Oi Butter, your turn to post. n_~) | 2012-07-05 08:52:00 Author: PygmyOwl Posts: 1316 |
| ((Oi Butter, your turn to post. n_~) ((Sorry, I am preparing to go on a trip with my school, I'm going to Barcelona for the week ( 0_0) so I won't be around for that time.)) | 2012-07-05 14:06:00 Author: butter-kicker Posts: 1061 |
| ((Sorry, I am preparing to go on a trip with my school, I'm going to Barcelona for the week ( 0_0) so I won't be around for that time.)) ((Well, if the plan is to collide with Dizzy, you might want to at least get a post out before you go, and maybe ask if she can handle your character until you're back? It's up to you two in the end though, since you're the ones colliding.)) | 2012-07-06 01:35:00 Author: Dragonvarsity Posts: 5208 |
| (((@Butter if he hasn't left: Just tell me what direction you want to go in, and I'll make a posts till you get back. Oh, and have fun in Barcelona, lol. ^-^)) | 2012-07-06 08:01:00 Author: PygmyOwl Posts: 1316 |
| ((Sorry for not posting anything lately. I've been waiting to see if Kern was gonna post and see if Dragon was fast enough to get to a certain point. But, seeing that both of those haven't happened yet, I'll continue with mine. It'll be up soon.)) | 2012-07-06 20:03:00 Author: Outlaw-Jack Posts: 5757 |
| ((Sorry it took so long for this, I've been on work experience all week!)) Alice was out of the post office before Lake could even register the sight of the corpse before his eyes. "Alice? Alice!" he ran after her, yelling her name. But she carried on sprinting down the street, screaming hysterically. "Alice stop! Please!" He squeezed his eyes shut, took in a deep breath through his nose and exhaled it sharply through his mouth, pushing his eyes wide open. Immediately three deer sprung over a hedgerow and ran in front of Alice, the girl crashing into the side of a large stag and falling to the ground with a loud yelp of pain. "LAKE!" she screamed, turning her head wildly and spitting her dark brown hair out of her mouth. It was clear that her anger was false, Lake could see the look of fear in her eyes was still there. Lake walked straight past his twin and towards the group of deer, two does and a stag. They were looking anxiously towards the girl on the hard tarmac road, but gently moved their heads towards Lake as he approached. He stroked each deer gently on the head for a few moments each, calming them, before whispering a gentle "Thank you," to the group. The three creatures then lifted their heads proudly and nimbled their way back out of the small town, avoiding the occasional dark red-brown patches, where it seemed that small puddles of blood had been spilled upon the concrete of the pavement, then dried over a few days of warm sunshine. The boy, gently shifting his hair out of his eyes, then headed back to Alice, who was now stood upright and glaring at him, the fear in her eyes now mixed with genuine anger. "I'm sorry, Ali. You know I had to. If you'd have run into that fores-" "I know..." came the reply, both the fear and anger now calming. "What do you think happened here?" "I... I don't know, Lake." "Do you think it was Sony? Or Nintendo? Or that other one?" "... Lake I have no idea. It might not even be any of them." "I wonder if the birds will know..." And he went off to find a bird that could have witnessed the event. "Found any?" asked Alice, as she examined a crushed dandelion growing out of a crack in the pavement. "Not one," replied her twin, looking puzzled. "I can always find one... This is so strange." "Well. I think it's nice to get some peace and quiet from their constant racket." As she said this, she swept her hand over the dead flower, which sprung back to life instantly, its petals gently expanding. "Wait! I think I hear one!" Lake yelled excitedly, and shushed Alice before she could groan. Sure enough, a bird song could be heard through the silence of the town. To Alice, it sounded like a crow's call, though it had a certain melody to it reminiscent of a lark's song. Lake however, heard what sounded distinctly like radio static, the occasional burst of speech cutting through, though two fast and muffled for him to fully understand what he was hearing. "There!" cried Alice, pointing at a large oak tree, and there on the branch was a small bird. Its colouring was similar to a magpie's. Mostly black and white though with a strange greenish blue tint when the feathers reflected the sunlight. The shape of it though, was small and round, similar to a robin. "...'Older'" whispered Lake. "What?" "'Older'. That's what the bird said." "What does that have to do with anything?" "I'm not entirely sure..." There were a few more still moments, of Lake listening intently to the bird, but to no avail. He just could not pick out the erratic flashes of speech in the bird's message. "I've never seen that kind of bird before, Lake." Alice added, puzzled. "... Nor have I." This worried Lake, he knew every bird there was in the skies. Or at least, he had thought he did. Alice began tugging hard on her brother's sleeve. "Oh what is it now?" he demanded, wheeling round to see another creature he had never seen before, walking up the main road of the town. | 2012-07-06 20:52:00 Author: Plasmavore Posts: 1913 |
| ((Sorry for not posting anything lately. I've been waiting to see if Kern was gonna post and see if Dragon was fast enough to get to a certain point. But, seeing that both of those haven't happened yet, I'll continue with mine. It'll be up soon.)) ((Yeah, I have to get through some things first, sorry. I don't want to slow you down or anything, so if you need something to happen with Chris, you can ditch the idea we came up with on colliding, and go for something else a bit later.)) ((EDIT: Ooh, Plasma you conniving sniper you. Welp, I best get reading.)) | 2012-07-06 20:53:00 Author: Dragonvarsity Posts: 5208 |
| Drago: "We better start moving before the trucks arrive." Rick: "Sir, did you just not hear? They're IN the city, and if there's alarms going on down there, security could be checking everywhere. How the hell are we going to round up and everyone. Let's just drive the hell on out of here, and let the back-up team do the job." Addams: "Scared as usual, huh Rick?" Rick: "I'm not being scared, I'm being precautious." Drago: "There's no time arguing Rick. The others aren't going to make it in time, so let's just do things ourselves." Rick: "Fine, but the second something comes up-" Zack: "Enough ranting, I found something you guys!" Drago and the other two crew members went over in one of the storage rooms while Zack lifted up the blue, garage door. Once inside, he lowered to the door towards the ground, and got his flashlight back out, as the lights from the hallway were now closed off from them. Zack: "I scraped off some of the flooring, there looks to be some sort of trap door kind of entrance below. Only problem is, well...it's locked." Drago: "Well, there's a keypad. Addams, you think you can give it a look?" Addams: "Sorry sir, I'm usually good with security, but I've never seen these kind of locks before, they sure look ancient though." Zack: "I don't understand, why don't you just use a little of those 'click-click' things you've got in your bag." Addams: "That only works for some of the lower-level human sensor switches." Drago: *sigh* "Okay, umm..let's see. . Addams, can I see your bag for a second." Addams: "Yeah, feel free to take a gander." Addams threw the bag over to Drago, as he looked inside. The three other Nintendo agents with him sat there, curious as to what he would take out, with Rick's eyeballs constantly shifting back and forth, nervous about Blackout's arrival. Once finding what he had been looking for, Drago pulled out a miniature-sized, metal case, attempting to open it up. Drago: "Alright, here's what I was looking for. Addams: "Is that what I think it is?" Rick: "Care to share with us what exactly that is?" Before either could speak, Drago was able to pull open the top part of the case, and mist started to escape from the little box, revealing six goo balls that looked like frogs eggs. But these weren't frog eggs, they were- Drago: "Here they are, good old Sticky bombs." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Heather rushed through the twisting, metal corridors of the prison, moving upward, closer to ground level. The sirens had faded out, not in her mind, but as a whole. Some of the prisoners who attempted to escape were probably dealt with, but there were still people like her and Jackson to deal with. She kept trudging through the hallways, which showed no sign of activity besides her, obviously the guards weren't focusing their attention on that area right now. Heather stopped when entering a bigger area, and saw some equipment. A large set of stairs, leading to what looked to be some sort of metal trap door which would lead her out. She rushed through the open room, passing by the pieces of technology, until a deep, impacting sound emitted from behind her. She turned around to see that she had walked right into a trap of Blackout's, as prison bars slammed down, blocking the way she went in. She rushed towards the stairs, dropping her helmet, but a wall of bars rained from the rocky ceiling, blocking the path to the stairs. She pressed her fingers against the bars, screaming for help, but it was no use. Nobody was there. Except, a voice. She could barely here someone respond. Someone was coming. But that wasn't the only sound to come through Heather's ear. A mysterious, buzzing sound came from behind, while whoever was up there were still trying to open the door. She looked towards an oddly-shaped pillar of technology, and saw certain parts of it begin vibrating. Heather: "Uh-oh." -------------------------------------------------- Zack: "..Excuse me?" Drago: "Be a dear and help me place these on the door, will you, Zack?" Addams: "I'm pretty sure the Blackout agents will find out we're here if we blow a giant hole in their secret little passageway in." Drago: "Yes, but with a security breach going on down there, this is the chance to get in and get out." Rick: "Wait....the alarms...they're fading.." Drago: "What?" Heather: "HELP!" Drago: "Did you hear that, let's get the sticky bombs on!" Drago and Rick began placing the goo balls on the door, and saw as little tentacles began growing out, fully attaching itself to the floorboard object. After doing so, they began to glow a luminous green, slowly charging before they'd explode. Drago: "Alright, let's get back men, and let the stickies do their job." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Heather glances towards this oddity in architectural design, glowing bits sticking out of the weirdly designed tower of torts, a tiny one at that though, about the same size as herself. She could hear a message though, coming from the object, programmed into it. Programmed Message: "Starting shockwave countdown. 10...9.." Heather turned her attention away from the pillar, and towards the black horizontal bars on the different walls of the large room, as it began glowing, as what looked to be a mix of plasma and electricity began to accumulate on the bars, increasing in brightness as the amount of seconds grew slimmer on the countdown. She shifted her eyes around the floor, until finding the Blackout guard's helmet she had been holding onto this entire time. Running back to the dropped object, it was her intent to grab onto the helmet, and strap it on before whatever-the-hell this program's got planned goes off. She ran and ran, getting closer and closer to the large, black head bowl, not knowing the proper term to the helmet, until tripping and falling down, thanks to her bad ankle. Programmed Message: "5.......4....." Heather crawled, reaching her arms out for the chunk of metal, and quickly placed it over her head, strapped it around, and huddled into a corner. Programmed Message: "3........2.......1." Boom. Heather closed her eyes as she felt a giant shock-wave of energy be released from the black bars placed around the area, as it passed through her skull, knocking her down as well. Her gaze was left altered, dizzy, and unreliable. Things became less clear, but she could hear the sounds of the prison bars retreating upwards, as well as a large explosion from where she was heading for. Unable to move anything beneath her shoulders due to the temporary paralysis brought on by the energy wave, she simply watched as she was losing her sight, hearing and vaguely seeing two agents pass by her. Addams: "Are you alright? Drago, I think she's one of the people we were looking for." Drago: "I think, you're right-" Heather could hear the sound of another agent as well, but not in her view. Rick: "Oh god, the trucks are here! Hurry up you two! Take the girl and let's get on out of here! Zack's waiting in the car!." Drago: "Addams, you go, I'll take the girl." Addams nodded to Drago, and went to go follow Rick into the car. As her senses began lowering, including her hearing and sense of smell, the last thing she saw was one of the agents picking her up, and the last thing she felt, was that of a cold metal, robotic hand, grasp around the back of her neck, as everything, like always, faded to black. | 2012-07-06 23:46:00 Author: Dragonvarsity Posts: 5208 |
| CHAPTER 2: FIELD RESEARCH: "I really hope you know what you are talking about..." "Well, then you got nothing to worry." The two were just outside of the museum. It was a dark, rainy night. The front entrance to the place was filled with all kinds of white collars and researchers, making it an unlikely entrance. Zim climbed a wall, reaching for a small window with the agility of an animal. She opened it, dropped her staff inside and jumped right after. GDN(whispering): Zim, can you find a door and open it for me? She looked around the dark room, waiting for her eyes to get accustomed to the pitch black darkness. She felt the room with her hands, trying to find her way through it, not without stumbling upon unidentified objects on her path. Zim finally found what seemed like a door handle, but upon trying to open it for GDN, was greeted by the characteristic sound of a lock. Zim(whispering to herself): Well, ******. She looked around, only seeing black space, then kicked the door open, causing GDN to jump and point his silenced pistol at the entrance. Zim: Whoa whoa whoa, soldier, calm down, it's me! GDN: Bollocks, you trying to warn everyone about our presence? Zim: It's not like anyone was around to hear... She was soon proved wrong when they heard a sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. GDN quickly pulled another pistol from his holster and fired one round at the first guard, reloading and firing another one at the other, leaving two bodies by the stair. Zim: You killed them? GDN: Nah, just a tranquilizer gun.. GDN pulled the now empty darts from the guards. GDN: There. Now they won't remember what happened... The two just passed by them, with Zim looking at the two bodies with a concerned face. GDN turned on a flaslight, illuminating the stairway in front of them. GDN: Shh. Do you hear that? They could hear one of the researchers doing a speech on their recent discovery. He mentioned that it was found at a digging site on the Russian border, and other technical information. But GDN payed attention when someone asked where the artifact was at the moment, and the man responded that it was stored on the museum and would only be revealed near the end of the event. Zim: Good, that means we won't have to go up there sneak past all that people... GDN: Doesn't mean we shouldn't hurry... GDN and Zim turn around and begin heading downstairs instead, headed towards the storage area. There it was. The storage room was a large box with thick, bulletproof walls surrounding it. Inside it, various shelves with all kinds of artifacts were being protected. Two guards stood by the entrance, armed with rifles and flashlights. But suddenly, one of them received a dart to the neck, falling unconscious. The other noticed and quickly proceeded to bounce the light around the area, but when he finally found something, it was the glint of GDN's gun pointed towards him. With the two guards downed, it was a piece of cake to just grab a security card from one of them and unlock the gate. A computer asked for a handprint, which GDN provided by lifting one guard's hand and placing it on the sensor. The screen indicated that the room needed to be filled with oxygen before they could enter it. GDN(informative): Because they need to keep the room adequate to store all these fragile stuff... Zim: What really impresses me is that we only had to face four guards on our way here... Ya would have guessed by now that security would be tighter... The gate finally unlocked, cuing the two to get in and begin searching for the artifact. After some minutes of tedious work, Zim finally spotted it on the top of a shelf. Zim: There! Help me um, will ya? GDN boosted Zim up so she could grab the piece. But, as the two were distracted with that task, a dark figure approached the gate computer and set it to lock, immediately closing the door and starting the oxygen filters. Zim: Got it! Wait, what is that? Zim quickly jumped back to the floor and ran to the entrance, only to find it closer and see someone walking away. Zim recognized it. It was data Zim. GDN: What's happening? Zim: I can't believe it... GDN(desperate): It's removing the room's oxygen! We have to get out, NOW! | 2012-07-07 00:50:00 Author: gdn001 Posts: 5891 |
| ((I'm here to remind that silly Merc that he needs to make the god **** weekly reports already.)) | 2012-07-08 00:46:00 Author: Testudini Posts: 3262 |
| ((Alright, here's a new post from me. For those who might've not seen me type it earlier in the thread, I'm going to try following a similar chapter style that Merc and gdn are striving for. That was the plan originally, but when I saw that Merc was going by a chapter style, I decided not to in fear that it might be confusing,having two writers go by chapters, but I've seen gdn follow the chapter style as well, and there doesn't seem to be any confusion whatsoever, so think of it like I'm hopping back on the bandwagon. )) ((By the way, this will be my last post for my first chapter. It's already pretty clear some epic things are going to go down for other writers and their characters, so I'd just like to say the situations my characters are in in this chapter will probably not be nearly as epic as theirs. But it's important how this chapter goes down, as it sets up a lot of foundation for things to come. Here it is.) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Four Swords Initiative Base, Santa Clara, California ((again)) Time: 11:53 p.m. Heather's vision was still disoriented, with her mind operating one tenth the level it normally would, but it was clear that she was no longer in the Blackout prison cell, and somewhere else instead. In her dizzy state, she could also feel the tightened chunk of metal hanging over her head. It wasn't the helmet she was wearing before the shockwave trap back at the enemy base... but something else. A loud, ominous sound proceeded, as wires strapped onto her head began glowing. She could barely move her head down, but a few wires latched onto her skin were in fact visible, as they started to glow. As she sat there, strapped into a roughed up chair, two agents walked into the same room, keeping the doors they entered through wide open. They began to pull off the wires along with the sticky ends that attached to her skin. Then, the large piece of equipment around her head raised towards the ceiling, as the agents helped her up, and took her out of the room, and towards somewhere else. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Drago walked out of his office, and towards the chill zone of the Nintendo building, meeting up with some of his teammates, as some relaxed on the brown, cushioned sofas, while others, like his squad members Zack and Addams, chose to stand, as they flipped through the variety of channels on the Plasma Screen TV hanging up on the wall in front of them. Drago: "Well, I know we only got one prisoner, but some of the other squad members are trying to follow those Blackout trucks, so we can get a few more of the people on the list." Zack: *still focused on the television somewhat* "How do you know if anyone we're after are being transported or not?" Drago: "Because apparently, Rick was able to snatch a list of those who were being moved out of there, before we got out ourselves." Addams: "I see. The tests should be done by the way." Drago: "Thanks, I'll go start the interrogation process then." Drago walked away from the others, towards where Heather would be questioned at, until turning back to slip in one last message to his fellow agents. Drago: "You guys did a really good job, and I'm sorry for dragging you out of your homes for this. If you want, you're welcome to go back home." Zack: "Kicking us out already, huh? Don't worry Drago, Addams and I can stick around for a while. It'd be a shame for us to leave, just as things started to get interesting." Drago smiled and nodded, and continued on his way. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Heather's vision began clearing, along with her other senses, as she looked around, happy to see things with such certainty again. Unfortunately, a headache arose inside her, giving a bit of a groggy feeling, as she looked around some more, meeting eye to eye with one of the people responsible for saving her. They were both seated on a white table, and while she wasn't sure how she even got there, at least she could see things with clarity again. Drago: "Hello, my name is Agent Drago. I work for Nintendo, and...." Heather ignored what Drago was saying, and instead looked around the empty room, at the large, glass windows, trying to imagine who were watching her from behind them. Drago: "Heather?" Heather's focus directed back to Drago. Heather: "How do you know my name? Why am I here?!" Drago: "It's alright, I can explain. ..About two months ago, you were captured by a group of Blackout agents, right outside of New Natal. We rescued you about eighteen minutes ago, while you were paralyzed, so try not to move too much. If I can just ask a few questions, then you'll be greeted to a holding cell, and you can get some sleep." Heather remained silent, and began staring at the table, and her hands, seeing the rugged fingers and nails, and the scars and bruises showing up on her hands and arms. Drago: "You were one of several people associated with a man named Isaac Knowles. I need you to tell me whatever you can about him and anyone else that came in contact with him." Heather kept looking down at the table, with a bit of confusion on her face, she then turned her head back up, towards Drago. Heather: "I don't what your little 'goal' is, or what you want with my friends, but back off, okay? I'm not supposed to be here, I was supposed to escape, and I was supposed to get the hell out of here, not be captured by another group of misfits. Drago: "It's alright, take it-" Heather slammed her arms down on the table, infuriated. Heather: *enraged* "I WILL NOT TAKE IT EASY! I need to speak with Isaac right now, do you hear me?" Drago: "I can't do that Heather-" Heather: "Why? Because you think he's some sort of terrorist or something? Or that I don't deserve one, FREAKING, call?!" Drago: "No, it's neither of those." Drago looked up towards the ceiling of the room, breathing in, trying to collect his thoughts, before having to give her the horrible news. Drago: "I'm sorry Heather. Isaac Knowles is dead." ((Chapter 1, complete.)) | 2012-07-08 15:56:00 Author: Dragonvarsity Posts: 5208 |
| "Zak? You in here?" Jason, Erin and Pete strolled into the warehouse, falcon sitting right in the center of the tall room, and Zak appearing from behind. "Who wants to know?" "Guess." "Oh hey you guys." "What you up to, Zak?" "Tuning up the ol' girl. Gotta have her ready for the war and everything. Where are Eve and Alexa at?" "Getting out of prison." "Uh, right. So, what do you guys think about what I've done?" Zak ran his hand accross the falcon and beamed a grin showing him to be very proud of his work. The bird was now in a gleaming matte white instead of the usual green, and across the side was the name of the ship 'Eden at Dawn' in a shining black. "I like it. Anything else new?" "Well, for starters it can do this." Zak hit a button on a remote he was holding and the ship started to compress, and wings extended out the sides, moving the blades to the front while the tail started to extend further out. "Can has plane transformation?" "Indeed so. So if we ever need to escape somewhere really quick-like, we can be all like: FROOOSH and get away." "Yeah, just what we've always needed." "It's one hell of a ship, I'm quite impressed." Alexa said as she stepped into the room alongside Eve. "There you are! We've been waiting for you two." "Well we're here now, and we've got our first assignment, Dawn." She said while motioning everyone over to a table and placing a white case on it. "We're heading into enemy occupied territory in Old Natal to deal with both Blackout and Nintendo threats. We're going to take out their bases to scramble their forces so the MS army can go in and reclaim that end of the city." "If we lose Old Natal then the enemy will have easy access to New Natal's front door." Jason added. "Alright then, what's the gameplan?" "Well, all it takes is some stealth and explosions." Eve and Erin shared a quick high five at their personal skills. "You're going to have to elaborate." "We're going to infiltrate the Nintendo operations base and order an attack on the Blackout side while we destroy the Blackout base. That should give the illusion that " "And the gameplan?" "We're going to split up into 2 groups. Zak will bring Erin and I into the Nintendo base with a set of ID cards and codes that Erin managed to procure for us. At the same time, Jason and Eve will move in on the Blackout base and set up the explosives while Pete watches over the area for activity and provide cover support and base navigation." "We'll cover going around the base during the mission then?" "Yeah, we'll have to. We haven't gotten the base plans yet." "How should we know what to expect in there then?" "Zak?" "It's risky, but I can get some scans if you're that concerned." "Good then. Let's get moving." ((For those of you concerned about weekly reports, well i've got to go back and cover all of the week's events, not to mention I've been gone the last 2 days.)) | 2012-07-08 18:30:00 Author: Merc Posts: 2135 |
| He was drowsy, but blurred vision only lasted awhile and he could make out a few of the buildings around him. God that fight had taken it out of him. He’d dropped his weapon somewhere – nowhere near him, he fumbled around in the dust and found nothing. Just a cough from all the particles he’d kicked up. His cough stunned the birds into silence, where he heard some voices – one female and one male, most likely human. He pricked his ears, and as stealthily as possible raised himself up. He could just about make them out, up on the top of the track. His head throbbed with deep pangs of emotional and physical pain it was all he could do to walk towards them. They noticed him, the female first it seemed, and both turned to look at him as he made his way up the hill. Enemies? Res couldn’t tell, they weren’t obviously armed but… They stood across from eachother, within a couple of metres of eachother and just stood there staring. The birds were still silent, and the whole town was in a hush. Then Res bent down in a coughing fit and coughed up a fair share of blood. It was sticky and mixed with the dust to make a black splatter on the dirt. Res rolled onto his side and wimpered in pain – his lungs were on fire and his head hurt even more. It was the male who first bent down to help him, and the girl first to speak, but too quiet for anyone but the trees to hear. The male was checking his ear out when the female spoke again, louder so Res could hear clearly. "Leave it to die." Res whispered no, knowing neither would hear him. But for the first time someone did. The male then said softly, "no" so that the female could hear Res' pleas. Then Res, for the first time, started to cry. | 2012-07-08 22:43:00 Author: flamingemu Posts: 1872 |
| "We can't just leave him!" assured Lake, slightly louder now. Alice's face curled into disgust as the creature again coughed up a splatter of blood through its tears. Lake knelt down beside the creature, and smiled kindly. "My name's Lake, and this is my sister, Alice." Alice raised her eyebrow in greeting, she seemed to have regained her usual pride since her breakdown just a few minutes earlier. "If you don't mind me asking... What are you?" said Lake, turning back towards the animal. "It's alright if you can't speak English, I should be able to understand you." Though remembering the bird, he added, "Though there have been a few problems with that today..." The pitiful creature replied to Lake's questioning with still more coughing and spluttering, the fur on its chin now matted with drying blood. "Ugh," scowled Alice, and began peering through yet more windows in the street, looking for anymore townsfolk. Lake again smiled kindle at the animal, "That's okay if you can't speak right now. I can see you're in a lot of pain right now. Here," and he reached into his leather satchel, taking out a small wooden 'bottle'. Twisting a cork in the top, he removed two what-looked-like small, dark pieces of bark from it and handed them to animal. "I'm afraid we're all out of water, so they might be a bit hard to swallow, but they'll help with the pain. They are a special invention of my sister's, she's quite good with plants. " Peering into the jar, he saw that only a few small crumbs of bark remained, but he was not worried, Alice could always find some more. The creature peered at the bark in his large, furry hand confusedly for a few moments, then back at Lake. "Swallow it," he advised, miming eating the bark. The creature seemed to understand and lifted the bark to his mouth, swallowing it with what seemed like barely any difficulty. "Good. Now you just lie there and I'll be right back, okay?" He walked over to see Alice standing over the body of what looked like it had been a pregnant young woman. She was paralysed in place, not even shaking. "Alice. Calm. It's going to be okay. It's going to be fi-" The bird again. Its strange call of a somehow screeching melody was again being announced over the buildings of the small town, but still Lake could only pick out one word from the message, "Older..." then some radio static, then, "Older...." again. The screeching seemed to break Alice out of her trance, she blinked a few times, and quickly turned away from the corpse of the woman in the alleyway they were standing in, and began walking back towards the creature still lying on the main road, tears cascading from her large blue eyes. Now that his sister had moved, Lake noticed the look of absolute terror on the young woman's face as she still clutched her stomach, trying to protect her unborn child from whoever had shot that bullet through her heart... ((In case you didn't realise, yes - flamingemu and I have collided!)) | 2012-07-08 23:05:00 Author: Plasmavore Posts: 1913 |
| ((So I've finished the weekly report and now i'm waiting on Clay for the weekly points breakdown. Oh the irony.)) | 2012-07-09 22:14:00 Author: Merc Posts: 2135 |
| ((The difference being you're 18 days late, and I'm 4 days late and am currently busy with school and writing a book.)) | 2012-07-09 22:49:00 Author: Testudini Posts: 3262 |
| Chapter 2: Holding Silence spread in the interrogation room as this shocking realization began to dawn on Heather. All that time, held up in the Blackout cell, plenty of thoughts came into her mind, but Isaac dying? If the thought had even slipped into her head, it either disappeared due to her fading memory at the time, or the fear it might have caused, sliding across every vein of her body, that she chose to ignore it. But no longer could she ignore a thought such as this, for no longer was it a thought, but in fact, a reality. Tears forcefully strolled down Heather's eyes now, giving her no choice but to succumb to the sadness that invaded her soul. Words that tried to escape her mouth just barely made it out, in the form of mild croaks. A bit of swearing could be heard beneath her failed attempts at speaking, as her thoughts shifted from anger, to sadness, to fear, to paranoia, and the cycle repeated. Drago: "I'm very sorry Heather. I know you two were good friends-" Heather: "And how exactly do you know that? What gave you the right to spy on me and my friends?" Clenching her fists, Heather tried closing her eyes, and slowly breathed through her nose, and out her mouth, trying to regain her focus. Heather: "Who else is.. still alive." Drago: "It's hard to say exactly, I'd need a list of who you were with." Heather: "Don't give me that crap. If you know Isaac's dead, and that I knew him, you might as well know who else there was." Drago: "..Alright. There was one Nintendo person, name was Michael Clarke. Blind kid, mechanic for Nintendo. Do you remember him?" Drago grabbed for a chocolate brown, leather briefcase, which upon unlocking it, he sifted through the different files, as Heather sat there waiting. After a brief second of snooping through it, he pulled out a photo, which he slid across the table, towards her direction. She began gazing down at it, until confirming things for Drago, and slid it back to him, as he was closing the case. Heather: "I.. I didn't know him exactly. But we did meet." Drago: "Where?" Heather: "Sao Paulo, he went with us though, to Texas. Is he still alive?" Drago: "I'm afraid not. Based off some sources, he died in Faithville, the same city Isaac died in. Heather: "How exactly did they die?" Drago: "Nuclear missile." Heather: "A- wait what?" Heather's drooping eyes slid upwards, as her eyes widened by this piece of news. Drago: "Three nuclear missiles to be exact, all headed in their own direction, until being re-directed to Faithville. Now, I need you to tell me, anything you know about people related to Isaac Knowles, maybe....someone you have suspicions about?" Heather: "Yes. There is someone actually. Rico Martinez, worked for Sony. I have evidence pointing to him being Blackout." Drago: "Wait, you do?" Heather: "Well.... I had evidence that is, before I was captured. Look Drago, I need to warn Sony, he could be a danger to th-" Drago: "Heather, he's dead too." Heather: "No, but, wait, he's dead?" Drago: "Yes. He was fighting off Microsoft agents at Sao Paulo, before being blown to bits along with them." Once again, things became even more puzzling for her. Drago: "I can't say I know much about the guy, but I'm not sure if he was really working for Blackout. Nonetheless, we'd appreciate that you talk to some of the staff about any of that evidence you can still remember." Heather got out of her seat, before being stopped by Drago. Drago: "Wait. Heather, I just need to go over one more thing." Heather: "What is it now?" Drago: "I just wanna say... I'm sorry. Isaac Knowles wasn't a bad person. We know that. It's just... he was involved with someone. Someone very important to us. There's just one more person I need to talk to you about." Heather sat back down, and propped her arms back on the table. Drago opened the briefcase back up, and took out another photo, which he slid across for Heather to look at. As she looked down, she could only give another confused expression. Heather: "I'm sorry, I don't know who this is." Drago: "Well, your friend Isaac must have some idea. The man's name is Seera Ihkrov, and he was responsible for bringing you and Isaac into all of this. | 2012-07-10 15:14:00 Author: Dragonvarsity Posts: 5208 |
| I was really worried when he first told me that he was going to put a stop to this war, even if it killed him, but he still never told me what he found on that file back in the fourth war. When I finally figured it out, I never suspected it to be as bad as it was. Anyway, the files from GDN's computer were in his posession, and as I said, he was going to do anything to stop them going to battle again. Mercuy plugged the USB key into the laptop and sat back against the cubicle. He was sitting in an abandoned office building, city center of Sao Paulo, he had yet to secure his ride out, and had been running his operations out of the building for a week as he planned his infiltration and tried to get feeds from Mircrosoft and Nintendo at the same time. Conditions weren't great but after 23 years of being locked up, he didn't really care. He placed the laptop on the floor and picked up his phone and locked onto a signal, walking to the window while he did. "Yeah... Anyway can you get that guy to let me out? I've got a feeling you guys are going to need to blow more **** up." Alexa, what did you do? "Hey guard, I think she's learned her lesson now, can you let her out?" Oh, that's her. Don't know how I missed the irish accent. "...Hey Chris, can you do me a favour?" In with the MS president? Sounds like I might need a favour too. He put the phone down again, having decided that he's heard enough for the time being. Putting a listening device on his daughter's phone wasn't something that he wanted to do, but she was his only connection to Microsoft after Jack was gone. He walked back to the computer and found the files loaded up. A quick scan of the different folders revealedd 2 that he was interested in: Orders and Personal. He searched through the Orders folder but didn't find much other than what he'd already heard in the base, aside from one thing, 'Sony forces have been moving in on Atlantic City. They've not yet attacked any of the forts outside the city, and are waiting for orders to move in.' If he was going to stop them from nuclear war with Nintendo then it was going to suprsingly take a lot more effort than the base infiltration. Having all the information that he needed, he was about to close the computer, until he noticed the 'Personal' folder again. Mercuy opened up the folder and noticed a single file that caught his eye: 'People I can trust', with a single small list in it. One name in particular caught his eye. Mercuy He just sighed, there's nothing he could say or do to take back what he did and said to GDN and now he felt sick inside, but he still had to stop this war from getting any worse. He put the laptop down and just wallowed in his guilt for a while, staring at the helicopters taking troops to battle through the window. | 2012-07-10 19:47:00 Author: Merc Posts: 2135 |
| (sorry for being a little bit later than I proposed, been dealing with some stuff)) The brown plant matter was sweet, and bitter - however the bite that came from the sweetness of the bark was no disadvantage as the pain relief was almost instantaneous, and gradually became more and more potent the more Res ate. He was still coughing, but less frequently now and all that came up was mucus, lombaxes often healed quickly from internal wounds. The boy, Lake, had said that Res had Injury to the arteries of the lungs, whatever this meant. Obviously Lake did not know the healing power of lombaxes, because his remarks that it was "a miracle" and "impossible" droned on until Res stopped crying and began laughing. A lombax's laugh is short and shrill, very unlike human laughter - the boy immediately looks over, but upon seeing the smile on Res's face smirked a little - before returning to the cadaver of the female and her unborn cub on the road. The female did not talk, however Lake ran through a short interview now that Res was feeling better, he was remarkably good at understanding lombax, however some more complex words didn't get through. "So, what's your name?" Lake asked first, sitting in the dust next to Res, who thanks to his care was also sitting up "Res" Res answered. The Boy screwed his face up in concentration, then nodded and repeated the name. "Where did you come from?" The boy asked, intrigued. "I... I don't know" Res replied solemnly, and hung his head - remembering his family, his friends. "There was a child," Res spoke more quietly, "I... they have him - he's hurt..." Res began to tear up so stopped talking. But the girl had walked over suddenly interested, she spoke less kindly and more agressively. " A child where?" "I... I'm not sure" Res muttered "Not SURE!? And there's a CHILD dying, and you run away?" She demanded, enraged and emotional "I just... I couldn't" Res started - welling up "Couldn't or wouldn't? Coward." She seethed, and Res began to cry again, he ran to the nearest tree and clambered up to the top - still crying but too quick for Lake to grab him even though he tried. Alice then made one final remark before walking away, Lake stuck between them. "You let that child die Res." Lake then stormed out of Res's vision, and began shouting - but it was too faint and Res was too tired to hear properly. He only heard Alice shouting back hal a conversation, like "forget him" and "No I'm not sorry!". Then both began to quiet down as birds nearby had gathered, but these birds Res had not seen before, apart from at the time of the freezing... Then a cacophony of screeches rained down from the birds as both Alice and Lake pleaded for them to stop. Res had to help them. | 2012-07-11 21:28:00 Author: flamingemu Posts: 1872 |
| Zim tried to break the glass with her staff, but the thick wall wasn't even giving a sign of breaking. GDN: Stand back! GDN pulled his sidearm and fired four bullets onto the glass, resulting only in four tiny cracks. He looked at them desperately, beginning to feel his muscles weaken and his lungs go dry. He kept shooting until the magazine was empty, but not a single bullet could even cross the thick glass. Zim used all her remaining forces to push one of the shelves onto the wall. It started to fall, hitting the glass with force but only resulting in another set of cracks. Zim looked around her to see GDN, who was collapsing to the ground. Zim(weak): GDN... Zim spent her last energy to climb up the tilted shelf and use her weight to break the glass completely, but she felt her lungs run out of oxygen, and succumbed to the weakness. However, as the two laid in the room, lifeless, the glass finally submitted to the mass of the shelf, causing an entire wall to break into a million pieces and setting off an alarm. GDN slowly woke up, his vision blurred, looking around and trying to understand what just happened. He saw Zim unconscious over the fallen shelf. The Commander got up and immediately walked towards her to wake Zim up. GDN: Zim, wake up, quick! The alarms are going off! Zim(suddenly gasping for air): WHAT... What just happened? GDN: We are out. Do you have the... The thing? Zim(checking her backpack): I got it. Let's run. GDN helped Zim up and readied his gun. A bunch of guards ran down the stairs, shouting after them. GDN was going to shoot, but realized he had emptied his last mag and sought cover, followed by Zim. GDN loaded another clip and peeked out to fire back. Two guards were down, causing the other to ask for backup in his radio, before being greeted with a glimpse of Zim's staff spinning right towards his face. GDN(impressed): Wow. Zim: I picked a trick or two... They ran over the bodies, Zim reaching for the staff on the way, trying to remember their way out. The area outside the museum was already surrounded by dozens of police officers, all equipped with lanterns, and even a spotlight helicopter aiding the search. The two fugitives hid on the first bush they could find. Zim: So much for subtle! GDN: I'm thinking, I'm thinking... Zim pointed at what looked like a manhole just a few meters away from their hiding. They ran towards it, but not without getting some attention from their pursuers. GDN opened it, allowing Zim in first, then going after her. He held the entrance close while Zim jumped down to the sewers below. GDN: Do you see a metal bar or something down there? Zim: No, I... Wait, actually, I do. Zim walked up to the bar, picking it and hurdling it at GDN, who caught it and used the bar to lock the entrance. GDN: Ok, now let's run before they find another way in! ((I saw that Zim was glancing at this thread one of these days, are you there Zim? :3 )) | 2012-07-11 22:04:00 Author: gdn001 Posts: 5891 |
| ((nope. nobody here.)) | 2012-07-11 23:00:00 Author: TheZimInvader  Posts: 3149 |
| ((nope. nobody here.)) ((:O Oh my pony.)) | 2012-07-11 23:02:00 Author: flamingemu Posts: 1872 |
| ((nope. nobody here.)) ((Ah well, can't blame a man for trying.)) | 2012-07-11 23:24:00 Author: gdn001 Posts: 5891 |
| WEEKLY REPORT #1 SONY City Status: Sao Paulo: Still standing strong, city is facing no big conflicts other than civil unrest due to the almost complete destruction of Petropolis. Petropolis: Almost completely destroyed due to the Nuclear attack from Faithville. It is currently in Blackout control. The Headlines: -Sony's Commanders GDN and Zim have started investing most of their time into finding out about their Data dopplegangers and the true reason for the legendary console. -An unidentified operative apparently infiltrated the Sony Headquarters -Break-in reported at the London Museum of History. Burglars have yet to be identified. Points: PREVIOUS WEEK’S TOTAL: -11 THIS WEEK’S TOTAL: -11 MICROSOFT City Status: New Natal: Standing strong. People of the city appreciative of Chris' rule. Faithville: Destroyed. Blackout trying to scavenge anything they can of the remnants of the city. Old Natal: Conflict between Nintendo and Blackout in the west end causing problems, but it is not yet in the main media. The Headlines: -Chris' plans for the war not yet revealed, but task forces are being assembled to aid in the battle both in and behind the frontlines. -Situation in Old Natal currently becoming under control according to some reports from MS command. -Microsoft has unearthed an artifact of unknown origin. It's been placed under high security in the London Museum of History, but a break-in attempt has been reported less than a day after it was admitted to the museum. Points: PREVIOUS WEEK’S TOTAL: -3 THIS WEEK’S TOTAL: -3 NINTENDO City Status: Hyrule City: Forts taken over by Sony before most of the city was destroyed by another Nuclear attack from Faithville. Atlantic City: Involvement in the war not yet determined. Sunnyvale: Blackout occupation under investigation by Nintendo agents. No other noteworthy events. ((I probably screwed this one up DV, considering I don't remember much of your first posts. Let me know if you need a change.)) The Headlines: -An Elite Nintendo operative, Zeta Sanyari, has gone off the radar near Microsoft territory. Status unknown. -Reports are coming out about a breakout from a Blackout prison in Sunnyvale, California. One escapee has been put into custody and interrogated, but Nintendo operatives are looking further into the issue. Points: +1 (Capture of Heather) +1 (Information from Heather) PREVIOUS WEEK’S TOTAL: -16 THIS WEEK’S TOTAL: -14 BLACKOUT -1 (Failed to capture TFD members) -4 (Further prison troubles) -1 (Loss of Gabriel Lee) -2 (Loss of Heather Knowles) -3 ( Loss of Jackson Taylor) PREVIOUS WEEK’S TOTAL: -32 THIS WEEK’S TOTAL: -43 | 2012-07-12 07:09:00 Author: Merc Posts: 2135 |
| NINTENDO City Status: Hyrule City: Forts taken over by Sony before most of the city was destroyed by another Nuclear attack from Faithville. Atlantic City: Involvement in the war not yet determined. Sunnyvale: Blackout occupation under investigation by Nintendo agents. No other noteworthy events. ((I probably screwed this one up DV, considering I don't remember much of your first posts. Let me know if you need a change.)) The Headlines: -An Elite Nintendo operative, Zeta Sanyari, has gone off the radar near Microsoft territory. Status unknown. -Reports are coming out about a breakout from a Blackout prison in Sunnyvale, California. One escapee has been put into custody and interrogated, but Nintendo operatives are looking further into the issue. Points: +1 (Capture of Heather) +1 (Information from Heather) PREVIOUS WEEK’S TOTAL: -16 THIS WEEK’S TOTAL: -14 BLACKOUT -1 (Failed to capture TFD members) -4 (Further prison troubles) -1 (Loss of Gabriel Lee) -2 (Loss of Heather Knowles) -3 ( Loss of Jackson Taylor) PREVIOUS WEEK’S TOTAL: -32 THIS WEEK’S TOTAL: -43 ((Well, Drago and a few other Nintendo agents did in fact sneak into the Blackout-occupied prison. It's not under investigation though, due to them being outnumbered by Blackout reinforcements. Thanks for adding the following in by the way. "but Nintendo operatives are looking further into the issue." ....since in fact, there are Nintendo reinforcements following the Blackout reinforcement trucks to follow their trail, find out their destination, and rescue other prisoners aboard the trucks.)) ((P.S. I just had to lol at Heather Knowles. xD I'm afraid the last name is Jubilee, poor Isaac didn't even get a chance with her. ))((P.P.S. I'll try getting another post out today or tomorrow so I can finish off the interrogation, but I might as well also get through that conference, so it might have to be a mix of flashbacks and explaining Seera Ihkrov. I'm hoping I can achieve a similar effect like how I showed Jackson in some of those flashbacks and Heather putting two and two together. But yeah, that means I'll have to bug Clay even more now.)) | 2012-07-12 14:13:00 Author: Dragonvarsity Posts: 5208 |
| ((Plot twist: Isaac and Heather were married all along and were working together to start WW3.)) | 2012-07-12 15:37:00 Author: Testudini Posts: 3262 |
| WEEKLY REPORT #1 -Break-in reported at the London Museum of History. Burglars have been identified as Sony Commanders GDN and Zim. ((Wait, no. At least not yet. Nobody really caught a clear vision of them.)) | 2012-07-12 17:36:00 Author: gdn001 Posts: 5891 |
| ((Plot twist: Isaac and Heather were married all along and were working together to start WW3.)) ((Alright, that seriously needs to be an alternate, non-canon ending or something. xD)) | 2012-07-12 17:42:00 Author: Dragonvarsity Posts: 5208 |
| ((Okay I'm back. I don't particularly understand the scoring system but I'll post soon)) | 2012-07-12 18:28:00 Author: Kern Posts: 5078 |
| The sound of the two's footsteps echoed through the sewer tunnels, bringing some creepiness to the atmosphere. GDN stopped in his tracks when he could hear voices coming from their front. GDN: Crap, we can't let them see us... Zim was already seeking a hideout when GDN looked back at her. He followed Zim into a small tunnel coming out from the side of their path. As GDN looked back, he could see the guards passing by. GDN: Hurry! Zim: Quiet! One of the guards couldn't stop himself from noticing the pipe, and he looked inside it, seeing complete darkness. He turned his flashlight on, but fortunately the two got out just in time. Zim: I think we lost them. GDN: Indeed. So now you can tell me what the hell is wrong with you? Zim: Excuse me? GDN: Zim, what happened in that room couldn't be an accident. Somebody trapped us there, with the intention to kill us! Zim: And what do I have to do with that? You think I did that? GDN: Don't pretend to be clueless. I also noticed that it was data Zim who did that! Zim: But... GDN: Don't you see? She wanted us to go there, then appears and almost kills us while we're at it! And you believe her? Zim: If she wanted us dead, why go through all that trouble then? GDN: I'm sure there's a logical explanation... Zim: Well, I'm sure there's an explanation for everything. Now let's focus into the matter at hand and leave the discussions for later, shall we? ((I know you like it.)) | 2012-07-12 21:40:00 Author: gdn001 Posts: 5891 |
| ((Balls... I take it that it's too late to join in? ;__; )) | 2012-07-13 22:50:00 Author: TheBlackKnight22  Posts: 695 |
| ((Balls... I take it that it's too late to join in? ;__; )) ((I'M NOT SURE MAN, IS IT? IS IT?)) Send me a PM. ((Anyway, I've hit a serious case of writer's block, so hopefully posting the first bit of the post will help me write the rest.)) "Team 1 is in position, Team 2, Pete, you guys ready?" "We're ready, so is Pete." "Roger that. Zak's moving in on the Nintendo base in 30 seconds." Alexa and Erin were standing on the edge of a building in the center of the city, binoculars pointed at the Old Natal Nintendo base. "Wait wait wait, hold up. They've got a full security detail there. Full body scans at the entrance, and guards on almost all the windows. Honestly I have no idea why they haven't been discovered until recently." "So what are we doing then boss-girl?" "I've got an idea, but there's a lot riding on luck here..." | 2012-07-13 22:54:00 Author: Merc Posts: 2135 |
| ((That's what I'm asking. Is it? O.O EDIT: Ahhhh I see)) | 2012-07-13 23:01:00 Author: TheBlackKnight22 Posts: 695 |
| ((Alright, I'll have to stretch out the interrogation to two more posts instead of one, as I do have to go over multiple things. So just one more now that this post is out. I'll try to get the final interrogation post done when I can.)) Heather: "-And what sort of evidence do you have that this.. this stranger, is responsible for me and Isaac being thrown into this whole mess? Neither of us even knew him." Drago: "Well, you didn't know him, at least." Heather: "Yes, that's what I just said... are you saying Isaac did?" Drago: "Well, obviously there had to be a reason this "Seera Ihkrov" did what he did." Heather: "Did what he did? I don't understand.." Drago: "We have reason to believe that he was in fact the person responsible for sending Isaac the crate." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Everyone got back in their seats as the remaining people arrived in the conference hall, dimming the lights, and setting up equipment for a presentation, just as one of Sega's highest ranking technicians got up in front of everyone. Fit and willing to talk like the man before him, yet smarter and more reasonable, someone who actually had a bit of knowledge on this 'technology' he had helped discover. Technician: "Welcome men and women. I'm pretty sure you've already got a bit of an introduction, so I'll try to cut to the chase." The techie moved his hands around, looking out to the small crowd of people, contemplating what he would say next, before breathing in, and giving it to them straight. Technician: "What we have discovered, is something brilliant. Scientists have already experimented with this new discovery, and while details are limited right now, estimates say it could harness a power exponentially greater than that of any modern console that the big three have their hands on." Jackson: "So.. do we have like, a game plan or something? Anything?" Technician: "There is one idea. Let me just, get through these files." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Drago: "I know that you know. About the crate. Intel states that you arrived at Isaac's home within the 24 hour time-frame of the delivery of the.. package, and that you drove him outside of Sao Paulo not long after." Drago, while waiting for a response from Heather, looked downward at his robotic hand, as he fiddled with the synthetic phalangeal and interphalangeal joints. Heather: "The only way we'd be able to open it was to charge it, with the power of a storage facility." Drago: "And that was the Sega Headquarters building." Heather: "Yes. Using Sega charging panels." Drago: "Well, there you have it then. A crate disguised as one designed by the terrorist groups Ascension and Blackout, yet... it was manufactured with technology belonging to Sega. This would mean that someone who crafted this crate had experience with Sega technology." Heather: "Well, there's nobody I know who worked for Sega. So I'm not sure how that really helps. Oh, and I still have no clue as to why you chose this SEGA agent in particular." Drago stood up and turned towards one of the walls, while still speaking to Heather. Drago: "I think one way we will find our answers then will be to take a bit of a look into the past." Heather raised her eyebrow, with a sense of intrigue in her eyes, still trying to decode Drago's message, to find out what exactly he meant by that. Drago kept facing against the wall, and gave a signal to the people watching over them from behind. The interrogation room doors then opened as some of the technical team members brought in a large, rectangular metal box, and slammed it down on the reflecting surface of the table Heather sat at. Heather stared in absolute surprise, as her mouth lay wide open at the site of the object the Nintendo crew people brought in. After bringing in the object, they quickly went back out, to leave the two alone with the Ascension-marked crate now between them, as Drago remained standing. Heather: "How the heck did you find this?" Drago: "We can't take all the credit on this discovery. Which reminds me... what exactly do you know about a man named Jackson Taylor? | 2012-07-14 01:16:00 Author: Dragonvarsity Posts: 5208 |
| The Microsoft operative paused, Zeta felt them both wondering if each other's missions would interfere. Unlikely, but possible. This was not a time to start being trusting. An electronic sound suddenly bounced around the clearing. Zeta and the soldier froze. Behind her, she heard a whisper in the trees. That was all the confirmation she needed. She sprang forward and sprinted into the forest. Glancing round, she saw the shadows solidify into a dark figure. She saw no Microsoft or Sony insignia on the uniform. Blackout. She thought, and ran faster. Bright patches of sunlight speckled the ground. Zeta groaned, she couldn't fly now without being a clear target. Crashing her way through the forest was harder and slower work. Raising her arms to protect her face she bent her head and focused on not tripping up. Over her strained breathing she heard a crunch and crack of vegetation a few metres to her right. The Microsoft soldier hadn't been caught. She then focused on the sounds behind her. She heard no noises of imminent pursuit and was surprised. Perhaps they were not the target of this particular group. Frankly, any other company would of shot or captured them immediately. Unless that was only a scout. She hadn't noticed any other soldiers. Something sank in her stomach as she realised they may still be a bigger Blackout threat approaching later. However she wasn't one to pick fights when there wasn't a way of telling how many soldiers were lurking in the undergrowth. Smashing another branch out of her way she stopped. They had hit a trail. Peering out she checked for any approaching soldiers. Only Microsoft soldier stumbled out of the trees, making her jump. No other people were in sight. She realised she had her gun in her hands, having grabbed in without thinking when she took off. Now they were both armed, but neither seemed willing to fire the shots that would expose their position. Definitely not on Microsoft's side any more. Zeta thought. He looked at her quizzically. Zeta was glad she still had her blank visa over her eyes. She didn't trust herself not to look like a betrayer. Besides, he could be mentally unstable, anything could set him off. However from his actions Zeta felt this was unlikely. No ordinary goals, but sane. Quietly, he spoke. 'My name is Alex Hawkins. You may have heard of me from the bit of drama that went down in Microsoft some years ago. I hear Nintendo spys are like rats these days.' Zeta was surprised at his approach. She supposed he must of recognised her fellow status as not-quite-loyal to her fraction. 'I haven't heard of you. I haven't been on the hotline for important information for a long while.' Let me guess, it wasn't nice. I can recognise a violent backstory a mile off, I've had the experience... Zeta felt a note of empathy inside her. He spoke again, less nervously. Thought they were both still listening intently for sounds from the forest. 'I think an alliance could be beneficial to us. If you want to get out of here alive, you'll have higher chances with a Microsoft agent.' He extended a hand. Zeta thought for a moment, then shook it. 'Zeta Sanyari. Nintendo elite. Part-time now, you could say. ...You're right. We may be heading in the same direction.' ((C'mon you lazy butt. )) | 2012-07-14 18:12:00 Author: PygmyOwl Posts: 1316 |
| The entire city was alarmed about the museum heist. That worked for the best of GDN and Zim, as their presence wasn't the center of the spotlight for once. The two managed to get out of the sewers unnoticed and merge with the rest of the people with ease. Then, it was just a small taxi ride to the airport, where GDN's private jet would be waiting. The artifact was made of stone, so hopefully they could bypass it through metal detection. But when they arrived at the line, a pair of guards was there checking everyone's bags as they passed. GDN(whispering): What now? How do we get through? Zim: Lemme handle this... Zim looked around, changed the artifact from the large briefcase to a small bag, and gave the briefcase to GDN. Zim: Now just go first and act cool. It was GDN's turn, and he lent his case for the guards to see. As they were busy figuring the mess that Zim made with its contents, she carefully placed the small bag on the floor and kicked it, making it slide smoothly past the guards. They allowed GDN past, and proceeded to stop Zim. Zim(persuasive): What? I'm just with him! The two grunts reluctantly allowed her past and faced the next passenger, as Zim picked up her bag and sided with GDN. He looked at her with a suspicious expression. Zim: What now? GDN: You are a dangerous girl, Zim... She didn't know if she should take that as a compliment or a warning. She would rather just board the plane as soon as possible. The jet was on its way back to S?o Paulo. Because the pilot was closed in the cockpit, GDN decided it was time to talk. GDN: Now that we are technically safe, will you answer my question? Zim: Sorry? GDN: Why are you trusting data Zim? Considering the fact that she almost was responsible for our deaths? Zim: I thought I said I didn't want to discuss it... GDN: But we have to. What inside your head told you that it was fine and dandy to believe her words? Zim: I don't know, g***********! GDN(pushing): So you're telling me that you made this decision based on nothing? Zim: I just had to... All in all... Data Zim is me. GDN: No, Zim, she isn't! She is just a copy of you! A copy whose objective is to eliminate you! Don't you understand? Zim: No, you don't understand! She told me she was linked to me somehow. GDN: Oh, and now you're going to believe that too? What's next, Santa Claus and flying pigs? Zim, clearly annoyed by GDN's tone, simply stood up from her seat and walked towards the next aisle, hitting the door on her way. GDN thought a little and followed her. GDN(calm): Zim, I'm sorry for being rude... Zim(angry): Oh, you are? It thought that you would support me on this errand, but I was clearly wrong! GDN: Zim... It's just that I have been through a lot recently. I seem to lose my mind sometimes. (placing hand on her shoulder) Listen, I want you to know that I do support you, but I also don't want you getting in danger for nothing... Zim hesitates, tries to look away from him, but deep inside she knew that he was right. GDN: Listen, I'm going to leave you alone for a while now. Again, sorry for my behavior. It won't happen again. GDN walked out, leaving Zim alone in the empty aisle, fiddling with the artifact. ((Man, looking back at CW3, I sure evolved as writer... )) | 2012-07-15 01:51:00 Author: gdn001 Posts: 5891 |
| ((I swear to God, I'll have my post tomorrow (or, well, later today now that I think about it). I got caught up in my Comic-Con stuff and just got around to this. Also, in-case any of you are curious, the next issue for Worlds Apart will also be out soon; yes, I take a butt-load of time to write one, but I focus on quality.)) | 2012-07-15 08:05:00 Author: Outlaw-Jack Posts: 5757 |
| ((Now I am going away for a week. In the mean time, Butter can post. Cya!)) | 2012-07-16 15:53:00 Author: PygmyOwl Posts: 1316 |
| ((Trying to catch up on the story enough before I create a character, Merc. Omg so much toasting to read)) | 2012-07-16 19:08:00 Author: TheBlackKnight22 Posts: 695 |
| GDN walked out of the airport terminal, sided with Zim, who was holding the bag with both hands, trying to hide her concern about getting caught. Fortunately for them, being on Home territory gave them some privileges, enough to get past security without any issues. GDN drove Zim to her hotel room, parking the car in front of it. Zim grabbed the bag and looked at GDN. GDN: You are going to keep it? Zim: Well, do you mind? GDN: Not at all. Actually, bringing it to the HQ would be risky. Zim: I understand. GDN: Hold onto it, Zim! If anyone finds this in Sony territory, it could be enough reason to start a war! Zim: Don't worry about that, GDN. GDN: Also, if anyone asks, we went to London because we were invited to the event at the museum, and we don't know anything about the heist, got it? Zim: Gee, yes... GDN: This is serious business, Zim! I don't know if you realized it yet, but we aren't supposed to be in hold of this artifact! Zim: I'm not idiot, soldier! Calm down, I will keep it safe, you will see. GDN: You can bet you will! Zim steps out of the car, carrying the artifact hidden in the bag. GDN nods to her and drives off into the streets of SP. Zim stands there, looking at the horizon, then down at the bag. She subtly opens it, revealing the small artifact, which resembled an Atari game cartridge. She closed the bag and glanced at the horizon one more time, before heading inside the hotel. | 2012-07-17 02:31:00 Author: gdn001 Posts: 5891 |
| ((PART 2! Sorry I'm late on this. I had to make sure I got Clay's seal of approval)) When fumbling through the excess of documents, the speaker of the conference pulled out an envelope, with a logo on the front, which was the same as the codename given for the conference. Technician: "Project Genesis, we call it. We are going to use this new found gift, to bring SEGA back on top." One, silver bearded man at the far end of the table then decided to interject with his own response. Beardy: "And how exactly are we going to do that then?" Technician: "We are going to build something, something no other company, has or ever will achieve for a long, long time." The technical commander then took out a blue piece of paper wrapped up like a scroll, before grasping both ends, and opened it up, making it visible on the projector. People gazed in wonder at the different concepts drawn out all over the blueprint, while one line flew into their brains. Technician: "We are going to build, the perfect console." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- To follow up with his statement, Drago reached back for his briefcase to pull out another photo, before Heather quickly moved her arm out, and pressed her hand against Drago's, giving him the shake of her head, refusing the photo. Heather: "I'd rather I not, the image is already burned into my head." Drago: "I understand. How exactly did you first meet Jackson then?" Heather: "We were in Texas, we being me, Isaac and everyone else, including Michael. When we arrived at...some sort of stop, Michael left and we were ambushed by Jackson, who aimed to kill us." Drago: "Then I'm guessing you escaped, but of course, you didn't kill Jackson." Heather: "We tried to, one person in particular, but we didn't make it, he got away." Drago: "Now what about Michael? Did you encounter him at all after that?" Heather: "No, that was it, he was gone after that." Drago: "Is there anything Jackson said there, anything of value?" Heather: "I- I can't remember." Drago: "Alright. Was that the only time you came in contact with him?" Sweat dripped down Heather's forehead as she stared down at the crate. Heather: "No, I saw him again. Before you saved me." Drago: "You- you did?! What happened, was he still locked up?" Heather: "No.. I broke him out. He helped me escape, and sent me into a death trap before I could even take him down." Drago nodded his head as he placed both hands against his forehead. Heather: "I still don't know what Jackson has to do with Seera Ihkrov, and why was he in a Blackout cell if he was working for Blackout?" Drago: "We can't exactly give that information away." Heather: "Why not? I'm already locked up." Drago: "Yes, I know that. We just have to be careful, otherwise Sony and Microsoft could get hold of this information, which would be disastrous." Heather: "Information?" Drago: "Hmm... how do I put this.. There was this project both Seera Ihkrov and Jackson were involved. Things didn't work out right, Jackson made some deals, and joined Blackout as you may know, before cutting ties with them completely." Heather: "I'm guessing he knew too much already. ..There's just something I don't get....the crate. It looks fine, but, woudn't it have been with Isaac?" Drago: "It was found with Jackson outside Faithville, before we placed him under arrest." Heather: "Wait...you said Jackson..he...he had the crate in his hands, and.." Heather froze, as more and more anger rose in her blood stream, as if she knew what had happened. Drago: "I think this is enough. Let's get you to the holding cell, where you can get some sleep-" Heather: "Isaac Knowles didn't just die because of the missiles, did he.." Drago: "We don't know Heather, the missiles were too close and there weren't many remaining agents left there to see what went down." Heather stood up, as Drago opened the doors, leading her out. As Heather followed his direction, she decided to ask Drago another question, thinking back to the crate. Heather: "The crate.. when I just saw it, it was open. Who has whatever's inside?" Drago: *trying to ignore* "..The holding room is just down this hall." Drago arrived at the holding room door. He grabbed for his keys, and unlocked it, as Heather walked inside, while he left her to her own, as they both began to think about this new information given to them. | 2012-07-17 19:36:00 Author: Dragonvarsity Posts: 5208 |
| ((Sorry for the stupidly long absence guys, I have no idea what the hell I've been doing forgetting about this (Or rather, trying to forget about this and then realizing that there is no way I won't regret ducking out sometime later on). I'll read through all the awesome s**t I've missed tomorrow and by Friday I'll upload a mega post, (Chronologically) set wherever everyone is now. Then I might do some flashback-y stuff to cover the three weeks I've been wasting my life contributing absolutely nothing to this.)) | 2012-07-17 22:00:00 Author: abyssalassassin Posts: 717 |
| ((And I still have a strong case of writer's block. Must be the Steam summer sale doing a number on me.)) | 2012-07-18 07:49:00 Author: Merc Posts: 2135 |
| Heather laid herself down against the thin sheets of the cell room bed, looking up at the ceiling above her, with nothing but the sense of familiarity, once again she was trapped. The people sure were nicer so far, but she didn't plan on staying there. Heather raised her arm up above her as slowly scanned the black numbers imprinted into her skin. '408-17'. So many things had are were going on, and she could do nothing but guess, guess what had happened. Yes, Jackson left her and her friends for dead two months ago, but pondering on his escape, she grew a new anger for him, combined with thinking about how he could've been involved in Isaac's- .. Trying to ignore the very thought for the time being, she looked around the rest of the room, before she rose from the raised mattress, and flicked the switch. Now with the lights out, she resided back to the bed, and tried to get a little sleep, just like Drago told her to. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Drago: "So then, did I miss anything good?" Addams: "Not much, you're done questioning?" Zack: "Whaddya mean, not much? Have you even been watching?" Drago: "...Yeah, I finished questioning her, apparently she ran into Jackson during an attempt to escape." Addams: "Can you trust her?" Drago: "I'm not sure why she'd be lying. But he's not showing up on the list of people being re-located. We can divide some of the tactical groups up to surround the perimeter. If he gets away, we might have to call in Nintendo of America. What were you saying though, Zack?" Zack: "They've been reporting something on TV, check it out. The commercials should be over." Zack pointed to the television set with the remote in his hand, as it went from a black screen to showing to a blue-eyed, brunette reporter as she began to explain recent events. Reporter: *on tv* "Hello, it is 12:00 a.m., I'm Diane Miller, and you're watching the California Scoop. For your worldwide news, we come here live with Bohdan Kovalenko, Telecommunications Office in Kharkiv, Ukraine. It's good to be here with you, Bohdan. So tell us what's the problem." Bohdan: *on tv* "It's good to be here as well. Less than half an hour ago here in Kharkiv, radio tower signals showed up completely fried, and other forms of communication, such as internet and telephoning people have been going haywire. We've shut online access down for the general public, but we assure you, that this problem should be fixed within the next three or so hours." Reporter: *on tv* "Do you think this has anything to do with recent connection shutdowns like in Nepal, Sweden and Bolivia?" ---------------------------------------------------- Addams: *watching tv* "Always trying to relate to things going on somewhere else, just so they can get the people hyped up..." Zack: *watching tv* "Hey, it's worth asking right? It's all a bit suspicious to me.." -------------------------------------------------- Bohdan: *responding on tv* "It's too early to tell right now. Usually, when we try finding comparisons to things like this, we don't start out with something as big as a worldwide scan. But I will say, there are similarities we've heard in from other companies, similar kinds of mess-ups in technology." Reporter: "So what are we looking at here then, a possible breach?" Bohdan: "Like I said, it's too early to tell right now, but we are looking into the matter." Reporter: "Alright, thank you Bohdan." The second half of the vertical side-screen showing Bohdan quickly disappeared as the screen focused back on the news reporter. She began speaking again after a brief pause. "Other cities like Ephesus, Turkey and Grenoble, France have been targeted. Reports say thta some of the international leaders might get involved, we're not yet sure just how big this will get. Moving on though today's headl-" ..but before she could finish her sentence, she pressed one of her fingers against the small, bluetooth headset sticking out of her ear, with a bit of a concerned look spreading over her face. Reporter: "It appears that Algiers in Africa, has just been hit. Scientists are following the trail of this signal, and are seeing if they can identify- wait! Nuuk, Greenland was just hit! Scientists are mapping out the signal's trail as it bounces around. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Drago, Zack, Addams, and other Nintendo agents transitioned from a bit of lounging to a ready stance, on their toes as they hear out for the reporter's next words. Reporter: "They're trying to catch up with it, trying to contain it somehow. It just passed over Wiscon, now in the country. No cities have been hit here yet though. It's over Iowa, Kansas-" Drago turned his head toward one of the walls, peering at a map of the country hanging above them, with a weird feeling clouding over him, as he saw the possibility of a direction this signal could take itself towards. Reporter: "It's passed by New Mexico, into Arizona, at an alarming speed! It just entered the state, it's passed over San Diego, but the city is alright. It's passed by Santa Barbara.. through Kern.. Fresno... Madera...." Drago felt the slight vibration against the ground, as the intensity rose further. Reporter: "It's bounced off of Yolo, now in Solano! Contra Costa! Alameda! Santa Cl-" Like a bolt of lighting, the reporter disappeared within a nanosecond, as all power of the four Swords Initiative came to an utter halt, with total darkness filling the room. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Heather rubbed her fingers against her eyes, as she got up, no longer sleep deprived. But her absence of being tired was not on her mind though. What was on her mind, was the fact that she was no longer sitting in the cell of a Nintendo base. Quickly, bobbing her head around, she saw a field that stretched infinitely beyond where she stood. She looked and bent down, feeling to the soft, blades of grass with her fingers. She tried to doubt it's reality, but it felt so... real. When bringing herself back up, Heather found that she was no longer alone. A blue, shining figure now stood before her, but this 'figure' wasn't looking directly at Heather. It was more like she was looking out, beyond her, almost as if she was focusing her attention on someone else. But no-one else was there. Before Heather could even speak, the blue figure greeted her. Genesis: "Hello Seera Ihkrov, it's me, Genesis." | 2012-07-18 19:07:00 Author: Dragonvarsity Posts: 5208 |
| Heather: "Uhm..I'm not Seera Ihkrov. My name is-" Genesis: "This is a pre-recorded message of mine-" Heather: "Ohh, I see." Genesis: "-and there should be two others you'll get as well." Genesis: "I don't know if you'll ever get this, and I haven't much time now, but he has it, Jackson has taken Neptune." Heather: "Neptune? What.., what is Neptune? I know you can't hear me, but what about the freaking thing that teleported me here?!" ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Addams: "Son of a *********! The whole power's out." Rick: "What the heck's going on? I heard some freaky monster electrical sounds, and then, well, everything went dark." Drago: "Where the heck are those candles you've got Rick?" Rick: "Oh no, no no no." Zack: "Here they are, I found them." Zack took out his lighter and lit the green candle as he held it up, along with his own lighter. Drago: "Good, let's see if we can find some of those flashlights." Rick: "Great, those were some rare, foreign candles you know. Once they start burning, they're worth squat." Addams: "If it makes you feel any better, it smells like rotten eggs to us." Rick: "That still doesn't justify it." Drago: "Hey, Rick, do me a favor and let's get the power started again, alright?" Zack: "Here's my bag. Drago, think it fast." Drago grabbed for one of Zack's flashlights, and handed Rick back his candle as he flicked the light and shined it skyward towards the ceiling. Zack got out his own and handed a third one to another agent, while Drago moved over to people in the technical teams. Drago: "Stephanie, we need to see if we can get the power up and running. Get the rest of your team to see what they can do to get things back up and running." Stephanie: "On it." Drago: "Good, thanks." Drago moved back over to talk with the agents he had been accompanying. Drago: "Addams, Rick, go check on the prisoners. I'm not sure if this little "energy wave" or whatever the heck it was did something over in those quarters, but we have to make sure everyone's still locked down. Try and get a few other people from the security to do the same, but we still need to have agents on all corners of the building." Zack: "Do I get my own special job, sir?" Drago: "We need to get in touch with our reinforcement squad." Zack: "With all due respect, shouldn't we be focusing on other things?" Drago: "We know Jackson wasn't planned to be taken on those trucks, and there's a chance he escaped, but there are still others involved with Isaac Knowles that we need to find. It's too important a priority to ignore, and we want to make sure if the back-up team are in trouble, then we can swoop in to help bring them back." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Genesis: You must stop him, Seera. My time has come to an end, but you can still restore balance." Heather: "Wait, your time has come to an end? I don't understand. Heather gazed her head up towards the sky. Heather: "What does she mean by that? For God's sake, answer me! Genesis: "Before I lose control of the metal box," Heather went silent for a second. Genesis: "I must tell you of a man, no, a thing... c- cal- called...." Heather: "Oh, not this again..." Before Genesis could fill in the final world, she vanished, and this field that stretched out beyond one's imagination, quickly disintegrated, surrounding her as she tried getting away from the falling pieces, towards the center. This effort however, became useless as in the blink of an eye, it all disappeared. Without time to react, Heather fell down, watching as nothing lay around her. Nothing above to hang onto, nothing to the side to look at, and nothing to fall on. A dizzying feeling overcame her as she screamed in this altered world, wanting it all to stop, until things automatically changed color, and everything was now changed to the color of black. Just a mere microsecond after darkness crept through her vision, Heather was plunged back into reality, as she brought herself upwards, panting constantly with sweat dripping down her forehead. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Zack: "I've got the reinforcement commander's number. We might need some other people to help put it on a secure line." Drago: "I'll go find some others to help them. Zack: "You've already ordered the whole technical staff to deal with restarting the entire system. We're also going to need to assign some engineers and mechanics to replace some of the technology that could've been fried. It didn't just wipe out connection, it wiped out computers, hard drives. It's going to be one hell of a problem trying to recover some of this data." Drago: "Okay, let's get the engineers to work with technical. I'll get someone to help us get on a secure line." Zack: "Good, I know just who to find." | 2012-07-21 22:21:00 Author: Dragonvarsity Posts: 5208 |
| ((One week later, still having writer's block. Awesome. Well, it's a good thing that i'm not the only one writing. Also we're still waiting on Jack's post which was promised a while ago. NO PRESSURE JACK, IT'S COOL, WE ALL FAIL TO WRITE STUFF ALL THE TIME.)) ((EDIT: Is anyone else getting these constant code errors when clicking a thread? It's scaring me.)) | 2012-07-22 01:46:00 Author: Merc Posts: 2135 |
| ((EDIT: Is anyone else getting these constant code errors when clicking a thread? It's scaring me.)) ((Yes.)) ((Also, I'm writing something Minecraft-related for now, but I will come back to CW5 when needed or felt so.)) | 2012-07-22 01:50:00 Author: gdn001 Posts: 5891 |
| Drago and Zack walked back over to the technical team, as flash lights were being moved about, still working while other technology did not. Zack: "Claire, Drago wants you to help connect with the back-up teams." Claire: "But we were just ordered to restabilize the system-" Drago: "Don't worry, I think they can all handle it. We need to get a progress report on their mission. Have we identified what parts of technology are salvageable?" Claire: "We've got some of the engineers examining the Grid computers-" As Claire tried finishing her sentence, the same mosntrous sound heard before the power went out repeated itself again, only this times, the light's turned back on. Zack: "We've got power!" Claire: "Not completely. But it's a start." Drago: "Claire, we need you to place a call we'll have with reinforcements on a secure line. Do you think you can still do that.?" Claire: "I think so, Zack, hand me your phone." Zack tossed his cell phone over to Claire as she turned it on, and examined the phone number. She hooked it up to a small device on her desk, and began fiddling with the device, turning some nobs before pressing a few keys on the computer. Claire: "It's ringing." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Heather awoke from her psychic state, watching as power restored to the Four Swords Initiative, yet unaware it was even gone in the first place. She jumped off of the cell bed, and pressed her head against the door. The sound of footsteps littered the hallway, as Genesis' aching message remained in her head. But it's clarity might not last long. not wanting to lose the opportunity to keep it in her head, she began slamming her fists against the door, trying to get the guard's attention. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The call went through to one of the Reinforcement agents, as one agent turned the television back on, now that they had the ability to do so again. Reporter: "It seems as if the signal has stopped in Santa Clara. It's clear that the government has neutralized the threat, and that this virus will no longer spread. I'm Diane Miller, and this, is the California Scoop-" Reinforcement Officer: "Hey Zack, what do you have to bother me about now?" Zack: "The base was just hit, could be some sort of virus or something, we're not sure yet. But we're just getting technology back on. How's your equipment?" Reinforcement Officer: "It's fine, you think you guys can hold up the fort while we continue the mission?" Zack: "Yeah, we've got everything under control.." Zack gently brought the phone away from his ear, and pressed his hand over it, beginning to speak to Drago. Zack: "If it really was following a path, and the others didn't get hit, I think it didn't just stop in Santa Clara Drago. I think it stopped here." Drago: "That could explain the increased magnitude of this "virus"'s effect." Reinforcement Officer: "Zack? You still with me?" Zack took his hand off the phone and brought it back towards his ear. Zack: "Yeah, sorry about that. I'll put you on the phone with Drago." Reinforcement Officer: "Alright then." Drago: "Have you and your squadron been successful in following the relocation trucks?" Reinforcement Officer: "Yeah, we've stayed in the shadows, they should be stopping shortly." Drago: "This should be a good time to strike then. Go in and get the prisoners. You still have the list?" Reinforcement Officer: "I do. *to others* Alright men, let's move." Drago: "Keep me on the line so I know what's going on." Reinforcement Officer: "Will do, Drago." The squadron began surrounding the perimeter of the building, while a few others tried looking for a way inside the trucks. After managing to silently kill a few guards, the Officer made his way onto the truck, as all the Blackout guards still alive had moved into the building, while the ones guarding were now dead. He began searching out, trying to identify who they needed to take. As he slowly passed by, he could hear some begging and pleading, before having to hush them up so they wouldn't be spotted. Despite his warnings, some even lashed out, showing signs of being locked up too long. As he tried to avoid the scrawny arms and legs that slid through the cage bars, he ran into other storage objects, only to cause a greater disgruntle. Reinforcement Officer: "Uh-oh." As the sounds of Blackout agents moving closer flooded everyone's ears, the officer began running, trying to spot the two people he was after. Reinforcement Officer: "Sh**, we've been spotted!" Drago: "Get your men the hell out of there! We're on our way to help you back home." Reinforcement Officer: "First I have to find these people." After constant shifting of the head, the officer found both people, and slammed the doors open, not so-stealthily sneaking them out. Reinforcement Officer: "What the hell? One of them's not moving!" Drago: "Dead?" Reinforcement Officer: "I can't tell, but I'm bringing with her." The Officer ordered the prisoner he rescued to help get the unconscious prisoner along, as they ran out of the truck, and began heading back to their cars, avoiding the spraying bullets from the Blackout agents. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rick: "What the hell is all this fuss about?" Heather: "I need you to open the door." Rick: "On what grounds. You're a prisoner to Nintendo, lady." Heather: "Listen to me, I need you to get me a paper and pen! I need to write something down for god's sake!" Rick: "..Fine. Here's your pen and paper. Rick slid open a hatch hanging at the top of the door, as he dropped the supplies for her. Quickly, she began writing every word she could remember from her vision, before throwing the pen back towards the guard. Heather: "Good, now I need to show this to Drago." | 2012-07-25 12:53:00 Author: Dragonvarsity Posts: 5208 |
| "Where am I?" Zim woke up inside a room surrounded by walls made of stone. She scanned for an exit, but none of the walls had any kind of passage. The only open space in the room was a round hole on the ceiling, from which some vegetation could be seen hanging from above the room. As Zim looked around, she spotted data Zim in one of the corners. Zim: You... Data Zim: I'm sorry about what happened at London... Zim: Where in the world did you take me now? Data Zim: Don't you remember? The room where you took your trials? Suddenly, Zim's mind was flooded with past visions, visions of GDN dying in a multitude of ways, visions that she was glad not became reality. Then she was back to that moment. Data Zim kept talking, her face turning into a demonic view for a fraction of second between sentences. Data Zim: I wasn't myself at the museum. I hope you understand that. Zim: You sent us there to kill us! Data Zim: No! The artifact you have is truly important... It... It contains... Suddenly, data Zim fell to her knees, holding her head in agony. Zim: What... What is happening??? Data Zim: Zim, that artifact... Zim: What about it? TELL ME!!! Data Zim started to become static, and so did the world around Zim. She could still take a desperate look around, until she felt time and space fade away from her. She was once again back to her hotel room. Zim: I can't take any more nightmares like that... She reached for a shelf next to her bed and opened it, checking if the artifact was still safe. Fortunately, it was. Zim turned around and tried to get back to sleep, but she couldn't stop feeling another presence in the room. ((I'm waiting until Dragon can start what we planned before.  )) | 2012-07-25 20:11:00 Author: gdn001 Posts: 5891 |
| ((I'm waiting until Dragon can start what we planned before. )) (( Well, you might have to wait a while until that happens. I still have to finish up Chater 2, and do Chapter 3, but I'll try to blaze through both as quickly as I can. We won't be able to collide until Heather is back at the F.S.I. in the very beginning of Chapter 4 (I've said too much.. <-<) )) ((P.S. I think I'm going to do another flashback post some time soon that should hopefully progress things for Ihkrov, but after that, there is going to be something that, well, yeah, has, mhm.. FORESHADOWED already.)) | 2012-07-25 23:21:00 Author: Dragonvarsity Posts: 5208 |
| ((I am back at last in the land of free internet. Toast be toasting.)) | 2012-07-27 21:59:00 Author: PygmyOwl Posts: 1316 |
| ((FEAR NOT, FOR I SHALL CARRY THE THREAD OVER MY BACK IF THAT'S WHAT IT TAKES)) Zim was trying to sleep, but she just couldn't. She sat on the side of the bed, thinking about random stuff. As she looked around the room, the dark corners looked like hiding spots for anyone who would want to jump at her. She turned on the room lights, revealing nothing else apart from what was supposed to be there. Zim held her head with her hands, thinking about how she now was afraid of the dark. It wasn't the first time she felt that. All children naturally grow up with a fear of dark. But Zim learned to overcome that fear when she ran away, and never thought it would come back. "I really need to get to sleep." Zim opened some shelves, grabbing a cart of sedatives. She took one pill and swallowed it, then laid down in bed, waiting for it to take effect. However, just as she had closed her eyes, the feeling of a presence came back. She quickly turned on the light, but again, the room was empty. Too empty. Zim rushed to the end table where she was keeping the artifact, and was shocked when she found out it wasn't there anymore. Zim(desperate): Oh no... When... Zim looked around, and noticed the open window. But the window wasn't open just a few minutes ago... She looked from it down the empty street, and could see a figure barely illuminated by the street lights. She rushed out of the apartment, onto the fire escape stairs, keeping an eye on the figure, which was becoming more distant every second. She jumped onto the sidewalk and ran towards it. The figure noticed and began to run too. The night fog paired with the dark streets made it hard to keep track of the chase, but Zim was determined to get it. It ran into an alley, promptly followed by Zim. Jumped over a wall and onto a set of stairs, with Zim keeping close. The chase was now taking part on a series of rooftops, with the two jumping from building to building. Zim was just starting to gain the upper hand, when the sedatives kicked in. Her running slowed down, to a walk, and Zim collapsed to the ground, tired. Zim woke up, feeling cold. It was still night, but the figure was nowhere to be seen. She had no idea of how many time she was asleep. The sackgirl still tried to check her surroundings, but the figure was truly gone. And so was the artifact. "GDN is going to be so mad at me..." | 2012-08-02 20:31:00 Author: gdn001 Posts: 5891 |
| ((Woops. Yeah, sorry I haven't been posting at all lately, I was waiting for Clayton's okay on something before I could. (no offence Clay) Since I haven't posted in over a week though, I guess I'll just delay plans of making a rather important flashback sequence my next post, and do a normal one for now instead. My next post after this will have to be a flashback one though.)) The central hallways buzzed with people huddling past others, as the power had already restarted, and the security cameras, along with television and other devices were starting to work again. Escorted by one of Drago's fellow field agents named 'Rick', Heather passed by other men and women with a dark yellow Nintendo logo knitted across their jackets, while other titles resembled a variety of ranks for each one, from technicians and engineers, to analysts and patrol officers. As she squeezed through the open lobby, her hand being clutched onto, like a child with her mother, the faintest remarks slipped out of the mouths of others in the background, such as "What the heck are you doing with that prisoner?" or "Why isn't she back in her cell, Rick?!". Remarks that obviously referred to Heather in a way, but more importantly, referred to her bottom-of-the-barrel status, that of a prisoner. Besides the occasional phrases slung at her and the Four Swords operative, the sound of a female news reporter escaped a large, television set over on a nearby wall. Reporter: "It looks as if this worldwide "black-out" has been addressed, stopping over in California. We can assure you that the Federal government is looking into this, and you can all sleep nice and easy, knowing any interference with your technology should be dealt with in the coming hours." California? Heather looked around patiently, seeing all the commotion as people still moved from station to station, talking, ordering, listening, analyzing, etc. By what Heather saw before, there were no signs of any power outage, it would've had to have occurred during her little "psychic vision". Something that big of a deal wouldn't just fly by her mind without the effect of immediately waking up to it. Lying on a bed harder than the floor below every night, waiting stranded in a shivering cell with guards constantly patrolling every inch,corner and crevice around you for several weeks removed any heavy sleeping one might have possessed before. Whatever little event Heather was thrown into with the figure named Genesis wasn't just a simple dream, and if this so called "blackout" really did stop here, that would at least give her an indication on her location after being kidnapped back in Texas. Before Heather could ponder any more for the time being though, she locked eyes with the back of Drago's head, as his metal fingertips pressed against the cellphone of his, reporting to another officer. Drago: "Have you lost their trail? Good. Are their any wounded? I'll go find some supplies we can work with then." Drago sharply turned around before a moment's notice, yet still handling the phone. He briefly pressed his hand against the device to question Heather's release from her chamber. Drago: "Rick, what the heck's going on? She's not supposed to be out here." Rick: "She said it's urgent. She has a message for you." Drago: "Alright, go place her in a room, I'll be with her in a second." Heather: "Please, if I can just give it to you-" Before Heather could finish her conversation with Drago, and before he could finish his own conversation with the men on the other line, the doors of the office building busted open, as the back-up squadron entered. Stretchers were pulled out for the wounded as they were placed right on top of them, and were rolled out into other rooms. Drago put his phone down, noticing that the call had already been ended, and started collecting supplies to help hand over to other workers. Heather, being persistent, followed Drago along the corridors, with Rick right behind her, relentless to leave. Drago: "Heather, I can't deal with all the world's problem.s Rick, get her to the cell, station, I don't know. I have enough to deal with right now you two." Heather: "Drago, for god's sake, just listen. Was there a blackout here?" Drago: "Does it really matter?" Heather: "Yes, it really does." Drago: "Yes, a blackout hit here, from some sort of.. signal, or something." Heather: "I think I know what might have caused it. Before Heather could tell Drago of her "conversation" with Genesis, if you could even call it that, a nurse sped past her, pushing forward one of the stretchers, with a certain person of importance on it. Heather: "Oh god no.." Drago: "Heather?" Heather froze, after, just for a glimpse second, seeing the frozen face of someone she knew. She turned her head back to Drago and Rick. Drago: "Do you know that person was?" Heather: "Yes, I- yes I do. Her name is Kate, and she was the last person I talked to before Blackout captured me." | 2012-08-02 22:23:00 Author: Dragonvarsity Posts: 5208 |
| CHAPTER 3: ACTIONS AND CONSEQUENCES Zim pushed the door to GDN's room gently, still thinking about how she would deliver the bad news. To her surprise, he wasn't there, sleeping on the desk as she expected. Zim walked back, stopping a janitor on the way and asking him where GDN was. Janitor: The Commander? I saw him heading towards the war room, he was summoned there. Zim thanked the man and began to run towards the room, only to remember that she was in no hurry at that time, and slow down. When she finally arrived at the war room, she could see GDN talking to someone via live transmission on the big screen. It was S?o Paulo's governor. GDN: And what do you want me to do? I already assigned sixty percent of my men for civil defense! Governor: We have ran into too many attacks already! I don't care if you have to put one hundred and ten percent of your men on the streets, I just want you to do whatever it takes to keep the city safe! The elections are this year, and insecure people don't vote, capiche? GDN: So that's the catch? Political propaganda? Governor: Commander, do you care about the safety of the people of Sony? GDN: Well, I do, but... Governor: Stop. You will do as you're told. Remember who's above you. GDN: All... Right. Governor: And remember that you have an appointment tomorrow. I'm not the only one who has questions to ask. GDN: I will. Governor: Farewell, Commander. The transmission ended, allowing GDN to show a breath of frustration, at least until he noticed that Zim was right there. GDN: Zim? What now? Zim looked at the old sack. He looked deeply stressed, and his appearance couldn't hide it. She thought it wasn't the time to tell about the stolen artifact, or GDN could have a heart stroke right in front of her. Zim: Appointment? What appointment? GDN: I'm going to meet some politicians at the new Convention Center, answer some of their questions about my... Strategy. Zim: Sounds like you could use some support there. Care if I go too? GDN: *chuckles* You realize that you will need to dress fancy if you want to talk with the big cats, do you? Zim: *sighs* The things we have to go through... Both chuckled. Zim said goodbye to GDN, and walked towards the exit, trying to forget the fact that she still had to tell the Commander about the artifact. GDN waited impatiently outside of the Center, tapping his foot faster as time passed. A taxi pulled over right next to him, and Zim came out, wearing a suit. Zim: Well, this is awkward. What compensates it is that everyone else is wearing suits... GDN chuckled, then opened the door for Zim, heading inside right after. If the outside was relatively calm, the inside was crowded with all kinds of reporters and curious people. A blonde news reporter caught GDN's attention as she was approaching him, microphone armed and ready. Reporter: Hello, Commander, my name is Chloe and I'm broadcasting this live for Sony News. What do you have to tell us about this meeting? GDN: That I'm late for it. Excuse me! Reporter: GDN, why did you bring your daughter to the meeting? Zim frowned at the woman's question, and followed GDN into the meeting room, leaving the reporter behind. SP governor: So, if we can start... Petropolis governor: I'm starting. Commander GDN, can you tell me why was my city blown up? GDN: I don't know. Can you tell me why would Microsoft bombard us? Pt governor: Are you aware that you are joking about millions of dead people, Commander? GDN: I'm just saying, there's no idea of why would someone do that! Pt governor: So you have no clue? Do you even have a clue about what you are supposed to do? Didn't you get one or two at your time spent retiring? SP governor: Men, if we could all calm down... GDN: You think it is easy to command an entire army? You should be happy no more cities were affected! Pt governor: Tell that to the millions dead! GDN: Tell that to the billions alive! Pt governor: You are... Zim(mad): SHUT UP!!! Zim's sudden display of barbarism startled everyone on the table, making the Petropolis governor sit down. GDN kept standing up. GDN: Now, if anyone wants to have a civilized argument. As I was saying... GDN's voice was blocked by gunfire coming from behind the door, followed by screaming and sounds of people in pain. SP governor: What is this??? GDN: Crap... You people, to the safe room! Everyone except GDN and Zim headed into the safe room. The SP governor accessed a terminal on the wall, inputting a password and ordering all windows and safe doors to be locked by a thick metal wall. GDN pulled a pistol from a holster hidden under his suit, and immediately took cover by the entrance door, followed by Zim. GDN(whispering): Footsteps. GDN kicked the door and fired at the corridor, hitting two black hooded men armed with shotguns. GDN: Clear! GDN headed towards them, picking one of the shotguns and scavenging the bodies for shells. He loaded the gun and kept walking forward, Zim right behind him. GDN: Stay close! Zim: I knew I should have brought my staff along! GDN: You can't hide a staff in a suit! Zim: Well, what the hell is going on anyway? Another Blackout attack? GDN: These guys weren't Blackout. I mean, they looked like, but weren't. He stopped by a corner, and took a peek outside. Two men were in the middle of the hallway, one sitting on the wall. GDN walked out, pointing the shotgun at them and landing two shots on them. Zim followed him, but first stopped at one of the bodies to take a handgun from it, as well as some magazines. Zim: That will have to do... GDN pressed his ear on the door ahead to listen to what was going on at the other side. He could hear some people discussing about the gunfire, probably about the two shots GDN just fired. The Commander took a look through the keyhole, and could see some men walking around the next room. A desk, right in front of the door, seemed like the only available cover. GDN: Zim, come over. I want you to open this door. I'm busting my way to the next room. Zim placed her hand over the know, as GDN grabbed his pistol with his right hand while holding the shotgun with the left. He ran towards the door, and dolphin-dived into the room right after Zim opened the door. He shot two of the enemies in the head before hitting the ground just behind the desk. Every other goon in the room opened fire at him. GDN fired back with the pistol, still holding the shotgun in the other hand. As the enemies began to approach, he switched to the other firearm, surprising them by scattering pellets all over the room. Zim helped what she could from the hallway. After a few more shots, all the hooded men were on the floor. | 2012-08-10 00:05:00 Author: gdn001 Posts: 5891 |
| ((Can't believe I forgot to post this. I don't see Butter, so I'll ditch him after this section.)) Zeta listened carefully. She didn't hear anyone in range, so she cautiously fired up her visa. "I don't see any soldiers in the west, how far away is the perimeter?" "About 3km in that direction. You'll get out on Sony land." answered Alex. Zeta sighed. "Well, neither is any safer for me. I understand this is going into dangerous territory for you, were you heading for Sony?" "I considered lurking there as a civilian. I need to...sort some things out." Zeta looked at him quizzically, she herself was taking a big risk going there under cover. Disguising yourself on enemy land was becoming harder every year. She thought she might just get away with it, with Nintendo barely acknowledging her existence other companies wouldn't see reason to either. You had to be wiped from the records to stand a chance of getting by scanners. She didn't see any expensive equipment on the other soldier that could fool them. In fact, he looked as bedraggled as her. But his situation was not her business right now, she had more important things to tackle. They had begun walking towards to the gate, if walking could be what it was called. Thick, tangled vegetation made it impossible to move in a straight line, or take two steps without scrambling over a log or ditch. "Once we get through the gate, we're parting ways." Alex said blankly. Zeta gave a discrete nod. Any prying for information might make them enemies again. She looked up at the mess of green in front of her, and focused grimly on the gate. | 2012-08-10 13:51:00 Author: PygmyOwl Posts: 1316 |
| SEGA's classified conference was just the beginning. While normal employees around the globe continued work for their normal jobs, with the same, rote projects, commanders of a variety of races and cultures stepped in to lend their help in Project Genesis, a.k.a. the development of what was called Neptune, otherwise known as "the perfect console". Time passed on in the secluded offices of SEGA's vast headquarters, as different groups of people were assigned to their own specific tasks, while the level of suspicion was surprisingly low in the pedestrian town of Faithville. Six years ago. (Four years after the conference) Seera gradually woke up as the sun's rays billowed into his situated loft, and pouring over onto his face, signalling a new day for him and everyone else. As he swiftly got out of bed, he glanced over to his alarm clock, which he had obviously slept through- Oh no. He was twenty minutes late. Looking around for some clothes, Seera went over to his closet and sloppily picked out an assortment of pieces to wear. He ran over to his shower, trying to get ready as soon as possible, before being interrupted by the constant ringing of his cell phone. Before entering the bathroom, he picked it up, noticing it was one of the commanders of SEGA. Commander: "Seera, where the hell are you?" Seera: "I'm sorry sir, I sort of slept through my alarm." Commander: "That's a terrible excuse, get here as soon as you can. For all I knew, you could've been snatched by Microsoft, or actually Nintendo-" Seera: "Nintendo? ..Why should I worry about them?" Commander: "Uhh.. Forget that I ever said that, alright?" Seera: "Commander..?" Commander: "..Just- get ready. I'll speak with you in a bit." The call ended there, leaving Seera puzzled. Faithville, while it was a relatively friendly location, it did rest right around Microsoft territory, and wasn't far from the Green Giant's (as they called them) capital. It was an enigma to him as to why they'd want to be so close to such a powerful competitor, but so far, things seemed pretty safe, and it was clear that the factions had no intent in starting anything remotely similar to another console war. But what did Nintendo have to do with this? After a brief shower and getting dressed, Seera made his way outside and towards his car, beginning to drive deeper into the city, and towards the offices. To his surprise, the roads were blocked up with traffic, as people far and wide were making their way to New Natal for some big release or whatever MS was pushing out this time. Seera: "Great, I'm stuck in a crowd of Halo fanboys.... let's see..." With no time to waste, Seera decided to cut over into the alleys, taking an unfamiliar shortcut to his destination. As he did this, his phone began ringing again, which was immediately answered with him picking it up. Commander: "Where are you?" Seera: "I'm on my way. The traffic's a nightmare, but don't worry, I'm taking a different way." Commander: "Alright, good.." Seera: "Commander, what did you mean earlier, talking about Nintendo?" Commander: "..Alright, here's the deal-" Seera: "-Wait. Is the line secure?" Commander: "Yes, yes of course it's secure! Look, as you know, E3 is approaching very quickly, and we've already marked it down and have it planned as the time to reveal Neptune. After all the heat we've been getting over the years, we're dang lucky that we're even getting a time slot in the entire schedule." Seera continued driving along the cobblestone roads of the narrow passageway, with his phone still balanced over his shoulder. Seera: "I still don't understand, commander. What does Nintendo have to do with this?" Commander: "Oh.. you know how the factions can be, Seera. They probably are just suspicious about us, and want to find out what we're doing. You know we haven't had the best history with Nintendo...or any of the factions actually. But we can't let them find out about this, understood?" Seera: "Of course, sir." It was clear to Seera that the commander was hiding something from him, but he wasn't just going to bring it up, not now at least. As the conversation began to die out, Seera began driving into a more open spot, with the phone still clutched against his ear, and over his shoulder. But just as the call itself was coming to a close though, so was his patience. He decided to let one question slip through, desiring to know just what the hell was going on. Seera: "I don't understand, the factions have made agreements, treaties, they're more peaceful now than they ever might have been. Neither Microsoft, nor would Nintendo try focusing their attention on a company considered dead to them. Commander, what the heck is going on?" Seera stopped the car, his eyes transfixed on a group of elite soldiers, who were obviously surrounding someone. Seera could barely make out who this person was, hidden by the backs of the armored men, as they interrogated him on the spot. Seera: "Commander...I have to-" Before he could finish speaking, the familiar sound of the call already ending could be heard, with the commander not even answering his final question, but it wasn't the time to worry about that. Silently, Seera began to back his car up, able to get out of the sight without them hearing, what with all the background noise not far off. Out of sight, yet still close by, he slowly reached for his bag and took out a circular ring, which attached like a magnet to his side window. Pressing his ear against it, he could barely make out what the ambushers were saying. Soldier: "The records state that you made a deal with SEGA for a project of theirs." Civilian: "I don't know what you're talking about. there must've been an- an error.." Soldier: "The records don't make errors. Tell us what the hell they're doing with this so called.. Project Genesis." Civilian: "Look, I have business to attend to, alright? Shouldn't you be worrying about your own company?" Seera could hear the sound of a few jabs, as the man was knocked down on the ground. Grasping his hand onto his side, he tried resisting making any sounds from the raw agony, wanting to face this himself. Soldier: "You don't understand, this isn't just some simple-minded project. Things are happening, under the curtain, and we worry about our neighborly factions. So, then..." The soldier kicked the guy down again, as the others just stood there, standing tall, and looking downward at the beaten up businessman. With careful precision, Seera slowly lowered his foot down on the accelerator, gently pushing the car forward as he tried to make out who these people were. While their discussion definitely revealed them to be undercover agents for Nintendo, their outfits certainly didn't. Seera, remaining in his car, with his windows still up, and the front of the car barely peeking out, hoped to get a glimpse of who this guy was they were interrogating, since the voices came out somewhat muffled when he tried eavesdropping on them talking. It only took a second however for the agents to move a little, and the man's face, for a second, was shown. Seera instantly knew who this was, and tried slowly bringing the car backwards. However, pressing down a fraction too quickly, the sounds of the tires could be heard, combined with the dying down of heavy traffic. The soldiers began looking back, as Seera quickly drove off in reverse, trying to get out of sight as soon as he could. ((Alright, I've got 2 or 3 posts until I can end this chapter. The final post for this chapter however is going to reveal something that would be tied with the big major thing you've been planning since forever abyssal. I need to know, if you don't post by then, if I can go ahead and do it, although it might be nice if you get a post out, starting it first.)) ((Also, to you-know-who, I won't be able to do the thing until I finish this chapter and then my own 'Chapter 3'. But then we can do the thing, capiche?)) | 2012-08-11 12:50:00 Author: Dragonvarsity Posts: 5208 |
| ((Oh dear lawd I just made a huge error. Heather never even SAW Kate during the entirety of Blackout. Hence she shouldn't have recognized her 2 posts ago...meeh too late for that now, I guess. Let's just say during Blackout, when she spoke to Kate on the phone an image popped up, and other little things showed up whenever Rico or Isaac might've mentioned her, allowing her to see what Kate looked like, idk..)) Heather stared in awe as Kate was wheeled away on the stretcher, in her unconscious state. Snapping out of her little trance though, she turned back to Drago, as he too was curious. Drago: "You knew about Kate?" Heather: "I doubt I know anything more than what you've picked up when you tracked us down.." Drago: "Kate's actually the one person of the group we know the least about. Either she's stayed off the record and gone in hiding, or she's a professional hacker...or both. All we know is that she had some sort of connection with Isaac." Heather: "I don't think Isaac really knew her, but she knew one of the others. Where was she?!" Drago: "On a cargo truck for a Blackout reinforcement squad. If we hadn't saved you, you would've joined her on that transport vehicle as well." Heather: "Dear god.." Heather turned around in shame, contemplating how Kate had been imprisoned by Blackout. Suddenly, it played out. The restaurant, that one, eerily pitch black night, as Heather following Rico Martinez's trail, going on some sort of.. goose chase, thinking the evidence stacked up in her favor, that he in fact was working for Blackout. Only of course, Blackout followed her, and then captured her. Having called Kate just before they took her, it was no surprise Blackout would want to make sure to get to Kate as well, keep a lid on any classified information of theirs that could be released. Heather: "It's all my fault, if I hadn't called Kate, she would've been fine.." Drago: "Called her..when?!" Heather: "Like I said, she was the last person I spoke to before the capture. I told her that I was surrounded..but it was too late." Drago: "Did she say anything back?" Heather: "Not anything of importance.. no- wait, she mentioned something about her database reloading, new information being added I think.." Drago: "Database? So I guess she did know her technology.." Heather: "Yeah.. did. Drago, why was she unconscious.. what, did she get shot or something?" Drago: "The surgeons will be evaluating her right now." Drago shifted his eyes back over to Rick, who was quickly losing patience, just standing there in the background. Drago: "Get her back over to her cell, Rick. I have business to attend to with one of the squadron leaders. We should have some new intel on Blackout prepped for us." As Drago walked over, ready to exit the hallway, Heather brushed her hand against his shoulder, trying to stop him before he'd leave. Heather: "Drago, wait. I need to tell you something. The power outage that occurred, I think I have a hunch as to why it happened. Drago: "You do?!" Heather: "..Yes- I was asleep in my cell, when suddenly, I was approached by a blue figure in this field-" Rick: "..Alright, I think she's had enough drugs from Blackout to last her a lifetime of bizzare stories." Heather: "Oh, for god's sake.. I'm not lying, alright?! It wasn't just a dream. This woman, this blue figure named Genesis.. was referring to things, things I knew, while others were more of an enigma, but you said Nintendo knows more about this so-called.. Project Genesis, more than either of the other factions.." Heather jutted out her hand and slapped a piece of paper onto Drago's hand, with Genesis' conversation with her written down on it, hoping they'd examine it. Heather: "My friends are dead, and Sony probably thinks I'm in the same situation. I don't know what I've got left of a life.. but if this is true, and you just ignore it, you can kiss the survival of your faction goodbye." Drago: "I'll make sure to look into it, alright? Now, please, Rick, take her back to her holding room." Rick: "Finally." Rick promptly swooped his right arm around Heather's left, and trudged her along with him, out of the hallway, and back through the station rooms, and towards where she'd be plunged back in. But of course, it wasn't going to be that simple. | 2012-08-12 04:19:00 Author: Dragonvarsity Posts: 5208 |
| Zim: How did these people went through security? GDN: I don't know... All I can say is that we are dealing with some serious guys here... GDN stopped walking and held Zim back, then went for his handgun. Zim(whispering): Oh my, I swear... Four more men were around the corner, trying to open one of the locked doors, but with no success. They were throwing curses at someone, most likely on the other side of the door. GDN walked towards them, pointing the gun and firing before they could hear him approach. One of them could still try to crawl away, trying to pull a last stand, but was met by GDN's last bullet on his head. GDN holstered the pistol and knocked on the door. GDN: Who's there? Chloe: Commander? It's me, reporter Chloe! GDN: Chloe? What are you doing in there? Chloe: I was at the atrium when these hooded people started shooting everybody. It was... It was terrifying... GDN: Then? Chole: I made a run for it. Got into the nearest room I could find, which happens to be this one. And then this metal barrier came down, locking myself in and them outside. GDN: Ok, we're going to take you out of there and back to safety! GDN put some distance between him and the door, then told Zim to listen to him. GDN: We have to get this lady out of there. The entire building is on lockdown, but I think I can override that specific door if I find a security terminal. Zim: And what do I have to do with that? GDN: You must stay here and protect her when the door opens, otherwise she could be caught defenseless! Zim: Got it. GDN ran away, disappearing at the next corner. The sack stopped by the security terminal, checked his surroundings, and turned it on. It asked for a password. GDN tried the old security password from before he left Sony, but it wasn't working anymore. "Great, now what? Wait, maybe that old trick still works..." GDN started writing: >ENABLE.SAFEMODE=TRUE Safemode enabled... >SET.FILE DIRECTORY.OWNER=RWED.ACCOUNTS./F >ENABLE.MAINT=TRUE SONY OFFICIAL SECURITY SISTEM v1.5.9 Checking file directories... File directories checked. SOSS is now running in Maintenance Mode... Logon is still required to access security features. >RUN.DIRECTIVE=453B Recompiling account information... 5 accounts found in this network: -ADMIN - Password ********** - Admin status ON -USER1 - Password ******* - Admin status OFF -BEN - Password ********* - Admin status OFF -JANITOR - Password ***** - Admin status OFF -COMMON - Password ******** - Admin status OFF >SEARCH.VALUE=[ADMIN.PASSWORD]./F Searching... 1 matches found: -SONY592KKZ >LOGON.ADMIN Enter password... >********** Acess granted. GDN swiped his forehead in relief, then went to order the door to open, hoping that nobody had caught Zim and was waiting for Chloe. But as he finished sending the command, a shadow formed over his own on the terminal, and GDN quickly turned around just in time to stop a knife of gutting him. The attacker tried to force him down, but GDN kicked him, causing him to become stunned and drop the knife, then he grabbed the shotgun he just left by the terminal and swung it onto the man's head, completely knocking him out. "Hope Zim and Chloe didn't get as much trouble as I got..." | 2012-08-12 22:44:00 Author: gdn001 Posts: 5891 |
| ((I have to go on a hiatus again. D: Anyone who knows where my story is going can feel free to pick up my character.)) | 2012-08-14 09:53:00 Author: PygmyOwl Posts: 1316 |
| ((I have to go on a hiatus again. D: Anyone who knows where my story is going can feel free to pick up my character.)) ((I'd be happy to help, but you'd have to send me some future plans of yours via a private message first.)) | 2012-08-14 12:32:00 Author: Dragonvarsity Posts: 5208 |
| ((Its okay Dragon, I had no large long-term plans. Just feel free to wind my character in when they're needed.)) | 2012-08-14 21:16:00 Author: PygmyOwl Posts: 1316 |
| ((Its okay Dragon, I had no large long-term plans. Just feel free to wind my character in when they're needed.)) ((Sorry it's taken me this long to respond. I wanted to make sure I had a new post typed up to go along with one before I'd respond.)) ((It's going to take a while until we can collide Dizzy, so I don't want to hold you back or anything. It's too bad your plans aren't long-term, you've done a nice job so far, and like I said, I wouldn't want to hold you back from doing your own things to end TCW off in style. Anyway though, here's a new post)) Slipping backwards from the alleys and turning over sharply, Seera kept the steering wheel in his firm grasp, as he tried redirecting his subcompact car back onto the now less-occupied roads of Faithville. Whoever those Nintendo agents were, they meant business, being disguised in uniforms specifically designed for this operation, as well as going so far as to capture different people in the city and interrogate them with such tyrranical vigor. With traffic drastically declining, Seera continued driving to his work station, not far off from where he was. Yet, despite being in such close proximity to the Headquarters' offices, he couldn't help but look back and forth at his rearview mirrors, scanning like a maniac for any signs of being followed. Amidst the array of cars and trucks behind him though, there were no obvious signs of agents stalking him, which let Seera relax a little. Seera: "Thank God... what the hell am I going to do about the commander.." Seera scratched his head in thought, considering the commander's sudden hesitance to his questions on the topic of Nintendo. With one hand still hanging onto the wheel, Seera dove his other hand down into his pockets, fidgeting a bit before managing to pull out his cellphone, and subsequently, began scrolling down on a barebones list of contacts with the simple swipe of his finger, beginning to mumble the different letters that helped categorized each person. Seera: "h.. i.. J! There we go." Seera tapped on 'Jackson', and waited briefly before he picked up. Yes, Seera and Jackson had actually become relatively good friends, or at least, that's how he would put it. Contact was something kept to a minimum for Project Genesis workers, especially those who were working in different fields. Still, one of Jackson's sub-jobs was to help create the console itself, which allowed the two to speak from time to time. Seera: "Jackson, it's me, Seera." Jackson: "Where in god's name are you?! Are you trying to make us look bad or what?!" Seera: "My apologies, I've been caught up in some things, but Jackson, I need to speak with you about something." Seera's voice began to transition into something more firm and deliberate at the end of his sentence. Jackson: "Yeah, just give me a second, alright?" Seera: "Alright." Seera waited for a few seconds before getting another response from Jackson. Jackson: "Alright, what is it that's so important?" Seera: "I need you to pipe this over onto a secure line." Jackson: "It's already automated.." Seera: "I think that the commander is hiding something. This morning I spotted some Nintendo agents beating the hell out of this one guy." Jackson: "Did you get a clear look at any of these 'agents', or perhaps the man they were beating up?" Seera: "Just the guy they were interrogating. His name is Alan White, and he's helped SEGA with marketing for some of their past projects. He's already put forward some investment for Neptune, and has been working on some advertisement concepts that he was planning to talk to us about in a meeting this friday. But as you can see, that's not going to happen." Jackson: "How much does he know?" Seera: "I can't be sure, but Alan's tougher than he looks. Still, if Nintendo plans on torturing him like they would in ancient times, he won't last very long." Jackson pondered in silence. Jackson: "This is not going to go over well." Seera: "I just don't know why Nintendo would do something like this. Enemies or not, this is big for them, especially at a supposedly peaceful time like it is now." Jackson: "It could just be some dumb*** mercenaries working under Nintendo, deciding to keep this under wraps so their faction doesn't figure it out." Seera: "With what? A pat on the back for retrieving plans they weren't supposed to steal? It seems too far-fetched, unless it's some sort of personal reason." Jackson: "So.. how exactly am I going to help? You know, I can't just take down a bunch of elite soldiers." Seera: "That's not what I was going for. Forget them for a second, it's the commander I'm worried about. Something about him is.. off..... almost like he's hiding something. Nintendo needs a good reason to be snooping in our stuff. I need you to find out what he knows." Jackson: "..Alright. *sigh* I'll see what I can find." Seera: "Good. Keep me posted." (( P.S. I've got only one post left to end off my own 'Chapter 2'. Once done with that, I can go through Chapter 3, and then do the thing with you-know-who in Chapter 4. (You know who you are) But anyway, I can't exactly post the final piece of toast for Chapter 2 quite yet. It's no secret that abyssal's been wanting to blow up part of New Natal for a while now. She mentioned it in Blackout sign-ups, and the topic was brought up during TCW5 sign-ups. Since you've already given her the go-ahead to do so Merc, I'm just sort of waiting on her. I'll try not to mention any other details, but let's just say that I've been planning to get involved with this little event before TCW5 even started. I know abyssal mentioned she'd do the explosion at the beginning, but she's only crafted one story-related post, so New Natal remains un-explosioned. I just messaged her about it, but considering she's been offline for over a week, I'm not sure how long it'll take to get a response back from her.)) ((P.P.S. I notice Jack hasn't posted in a while. Obviously, this is the case with others as well, so I don't mean to single him out here. I just want to say it again that he shouldn't wait on me so we can make our plans. It's still going to be a bit of a while Jack, so I don't want it to seem like I'm holding you up from posting.)) | 2012-08-19 12:57:00 Author: Dragonvarsity Posts: 5208 |
| http://kotaku.com/5937819/ ((SOMEONE GET ME A LAWYER)) | 2012-08-26 06:50:00 Author: Merc Posts: 2135 |
| ((That's the price we have to pay for being too awesome.)) GDN followed the way back to Zim as quickly as possible, and just as he thought, she was in trouble. Some men were shooting at the now opened door, taunting the girls. Zim tried to put up a gunfight, but a small handgun wasn't doing justice to the assault rifles that were firing against them. Fortunately, GDN's shotgun did, and a few shells were enough to surprise the attackers and put them down. GDN: Zim! Chloe! You two there? Zim: Yes... Barely... The sound of the door opening must have attracted their attention, they appeared as soon as it was open. I couldn't help but rush inside and hope you would be back soon... Chloe: Can we just find the exit now? GDN: Follow me and stay down. They were just an atrium away of the exit, but, just like everything else in the building, it was sealed by a bulk metal cover. To make things worse, the place had an army of the attackers, too many for GDN and Zim to face. All they could do was stalk them from behind a door. Chloe: That looks like too many of them... GDN: We will have to find another exit... But where... Yes, of course, the safe room! Zim: Safe room? GDN: The room where the governor hid. We must rush back there, it should have an exit to the roof! With these words, GDN lead the two girls back towards the safe room. The way back wasn't as troubling. Probably because they had killed half the attackers on their first go. The entrance to the safe room was quiet, too quiet for GDN's tastes. He knocked on the metal door, hoping to get an answer. But everything was still quiet. Zim: Can't you just hack your way into there like you did with Chloe? GDN: This is the safe room. It can't be opened from outside in cases like this! GDN knocked harder this time, calling for the governor. He received an answer this time. Gov: Commander? What's going on out there? GDN: We have checked the hallways. The building got attacked, we could stop some of them, but the entrance is heavily fortified. Gov: I thought you had your men defending this event, Commander! GDN: I had! But they slipped through anyway! Gov: Well, what are you planning on doing? GDN: There's a roof access from that room. Open the door and we'll escape through the roof! Gov: And how do I confirm that you were not captured by one of them and they're using you to get to us? GDN: You want proof? Check the security feed on the terminal! After a few seconds, the door opened. The three got in, GDN immediately showed everyone the secret exit on one of the walls. GDN: Now go before they find out the room is open! It was raining outside, but the time GDN spent enclosed by walls of steel and under the screams of gunfire had muffled that fact. There was an helicopter on the roof, with barely enough room for everybody. GDN jumped on the pilot seat, Zim sat on the place next to him, and everyone else made their way into the back. The engines started, and the iron bird flew off. As it passed by the building's entrance, Zim looked down the side window to see GDN's army stack up in front of the blocked door, preparing to breach. She looked back at GDN, and suddenly reminded that she still had more bad news to tell him. | 2012-08-27 01:03:00 Author: gdn001 Posts: 5891 |
| ((Only 3 weeks late! Welp, here it is I guess.)) Contact with Jackson had come to a halt, with no response from him whatsoever when Seera would try calling him. Seera could do nothing but continue his job, visiting his work station every morning of the week, as usual. When keeping an eye out around the rooms, corridors, hallways, there was no trace whatsoever of his associate. It had been apparent to him that Jackson was no longer working in the mechanical engineering section. But where was he? Long gone, buried somewhere unknown? Trapped in some locked off building? Or maybe he just stuck with his other field of work? The thoughts were unclear, yet there was something.. some sort of gut reaction, that Jackson wasn't dead. Nonetheless, his disappearance was suspicious, and made Seera question whether or not the general had found out about their discussion several mornings ago. If he did, then Jackson could very well be under SEGA's imprisonment, and Seera would be next. With no time to wait, he decided to spend these days to become prepared. He exchanged messages with old contacts, making sure if need be, he could escape Faithville. After all, his past events in the old town never kept him at ease living there again. Waking up on another early foggy morning, Seera's eyes widened sharply, peering at his supplies. Something was being hidden in the SEGA Headquarters, and before he'd be able to leave the eery town he could never truly call 'home', he'd need to find out what it was that they were hiding from him, as well as the rest of the world. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Heather's mind meandered for a bit as she was escorted back towards her cell room by one of Drago's agents, not exactly needing sleep, but she had no word in it, after all. Her head felt light as a feather for a bit, probably some result of being drugged, with her thoughts directed as to how she walked, stepping in a routine pattern, somehow fascinated by the ways she could approach each drop of her foot on the shining floor beneath her. This simple-minded way of thinking was interrupted though, as the agent grasping onto her arm stopped her all too suddenly, almost making her lose balance and trip. Heather: "Hey, watch-" Heather's mouth shut within a second, glancing over with curiosity as the guard simply ignored her, listening to another man began to speak quietly, standing right beside him. The agent escorting her, 'Rick', stepped away, and lead his arms outward, signalling Heather to follow the man beside them. Rick: "It looks like someone else has been gracious enough to take you off my hands." Heather: "Well, that's a relief." Heather followed the unfamiliar man, immediately disregarding Drago's agent as she diverged away from her own prison cell. Heather: "Usually guards don't just hand prisoners to mysterious folk." Marcus: "Well, I'm not so mysterious anymore. Besides, I have good reason after all. You know, you're not the only person who came in contact with Isaac Knowles." Heather stopped in her tracks, not expecting such a response from what was just a stranger to her. Heather: "Excuse me? How do you know Isaac Knowles?" Marcus: "See.. that's why I decided to drop by. I was one of the two prisoners these agents just saved, and I think I can offer up some valuable information. Considering you knew Isaac better than I did, I believe you could really be an important asset. Come now, time is of the essence Heather, we have a meeting to attend to." The two moved forward, along with another guard keeping his eye out, meeting up in a large room with a few agents sitting across a wide table. A conference had been scheduled here, and they were simply waiting for him to return, only they had not expected him to come back with Heather. Heather quickly darted her eyes around, until spotting Drago, who was failing to mask a slight feeling of frustration that spread like a wildfire across his eyes and face. Drago: "What is Heather doing here? She's supposed to be in her cell. Where's Rick?" Marcus: "Calm down Drago, Rick's alright. As for Heather, I believe she has a right to listen in on this meeting." Drago: "Marcus, I respect the contributions you've offered for us, but know your place here. You cannot simply make the decisions for a faction you don't even work at." Marcus let Drago's comment slip past him, pulling a seat out for Heather, before deciding to respond again. Marcus: "Then do not think of it as gift, think of it more as a deal." Addams: "We already have you under arrest in a sense, what deal could you possibly offer?" Marcus: "Data that those "documents" I've handed over fail to give. This is in fact related to Seera Ihkrov, and Seera Ihkrov is related to Isaac Knowles. Heather knew Isaac better than any of us, and can tell us what she knows." Drago: "I've already questioned her Marcus-" Marcus: "But probably not enough." Drago: "Did you consider that she's been caged in a Blackout prison cell for over a month, and that she might want a little peace and quiet for once? As the argument quickly grew in temperature, metaphorically speaking, Heather decided to cut in at the end of Drago's question. Heather: "I'm actually fine, I sort of got some sleep before I escaped the prison." Drago eyed Heather an annoyed look of his, not really wanting to hear what she had to say right now. Despite his precautionary steps, Heather simply couldn't appreciate them at the moment. Whoever this Marcus fellow was though, she liked him already, and for the first time in ages, she sat back, smiling at how she wasn't just shut out like she would've been if the Nintendo sergeant had his way. How she had actually felt a part of the conversation, and actually had someone to back her up? Sublime. Despite all this though, she still kept herself attentive, anxious of this new information the Blackout prisoner had somehow acquired. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- For the most part, the day started out like it always did. Seera got up, got ready, and went towards his car, only this time, he brought some supplies with him, including a large cardboard box, which he fit into the back of the dark green mini-van of his. With the turn of the ignition, the system of his vehicle began to turn on, as he got out his phone, flipping it open to call those contacts of his. Seera: "White crane to leopard, over." Contact: "Leopard to White crane. We have entered the 'ville, and wait for further instruction, over." The code-talk was a bit obnoxious-sounding at times, but in this case, it was necessary, even if some tidbits might have not felt obscure enough to some. Seera drove forward to the SEGA Headquarters, with the slight sounds of squeaking in the back, which reassured what he had planned. At first, the drive was fine. The roads had been relatively empty. In fact, the closer he got to the place, the emptier the roads felt. There didn't seem like there was any sign of obvious danger to drive people out, but he would've certainly preferred it compared to being alone, easy to take out. Seera: "Leopard, they're clearing out the path. I think I'm falling into a trap, over." Contact: "White Crane, we've set up a landmark in case of Operation Demeter. do you have the package, over?" Seera: "Affirmative, the package is secured. I'm going off now, over. The call ended shortly after that, and within a few minutes, the work station was clear. Seera looked around as he began to slow the car down, looking for the right opening, right where SEGA could get through so suddenly. Within a matter of seconds of looking, several trucks took him by surprise, entering stage right, and ramming into the bottom-righthand corner of his vehicle. While Seera had time to brace for impact, the car did not, tumbling onto the ground, sending him falling over as well. His vision blurred slightly as he tried to escape from the tightened seat belt, and he realized his time of consciousness was short. Grabbing for his pocket knife, he flipped it open and reached over to the back, as bruises could be felt growing over him, as a result of the crash. He cut open a small hole in the box, and fell back in relief. Objects faded into a dull array of globular blur, vaguely representing their true form, but only by their color. Before going unconscious, Seera could make out certain figures, dressed in blue and white uniforms, the opposite to those of Nintendo's, as they dragged him out of the tumbled vehicle, and towards their own instead. SEGA soldiers. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Drago: "Alright then, I suppose we should start from the beginning then, Marcus. When did you first come in contact with Isaac Knowles?" Marcus: "Two months ago, during the second Faithville Incident. I'm sure you're familiar with such an event." Drago: "Yes, we got word of that. But why were you in Faithville? Marcus: "Got stuck in there with the rest of 'em, but I shared interest in the different groups that surfaced across the city." Addams: "Groups? Such as.. ?" The agents sat there waiting, as Heather herself grabbed onto a nearby waterbottle, sipping it with continued attentiveness. Marcus: "Well, there were a lot of shady ones I had heard of. But there was one in particular that had found me when I attempted to escape Faithville, apparently they had the same goal. They allowed me to join, and tried passing on information, things that just didn't make sense." Heather: "So what, they were prepared to get as much people as they could to convert to some made-up theology of theirs? It doesn't seem very wise with another Console War happening." Marcus: "I'm not fully sure either to be quite honest, but they'd sometimes ramble on about all kinds of weird myths and legends, all kinds of mythological oddities of a blue.. spirit or something, I don't know. And a device meant to "spread the will of divinity, cursed by its very own creators"." Heather: "Blue spirit? Did it look sort of like a female?" Marcus: "Well, they didn't draw much, and of what they did try interpreting, well.. let's just say art wasn't one of their finest talents." Heather: "Still... wait, did they ever mention the name, Genesis?" Marcus: "As a matter of fact, I believe they did." Drago realized how quickly the time was passing, and decided to cut in to Heather and Marcus' conversation. Drago: "Alright, so we have some ideas on certain beliefs that may be linked to Faithville, and perhaps, SEGA themselves. What happened after you joined this group Marcus?" Marcus: "We went far, far away from Faithville, which was pretty good considering the blast, even cities like New Natal felt the force with all the radiation-poisoned deaths... after that though, I had found a lead about Blackout, some of the invading forces that struck Faithville. There was an agent named Lemmings, who was part of this supposedly deadly "trio" within Blackout." Marcus eyed one of the agents standing, making it clear to hand over the documents he had been holding for them. Drago flipped open the manila folder, scanning the papers, before looking up with confusion. Drago: "This dialect, it's-" Marcus: "Ascension. You'll have no luck trying to translate that, and while I myself am baffled by such an articulate language, I've gotten a bit of help here and there." Heather: "Interesting..but how did you end up getting captured by Blackout? Did they find out you were peeping in on their data, tracked you down and lock you away in one of those cells?" Marcus: "Long story short, yes. And these three agents, they call themselves the "Blackout Triangle." Agents Lemmings and Viper, as well as their leader, Commander Johnathan. He is one of the highest ranking members of Blackout, and he should be listed as one of our primary targets." Marcus glanced towards Heather as she looked down, a bit dumbfounded-looking. Marcus: "Is something wrong?" Heather: "Viper, it's very.. familiar." Drago: "Maybe the name was mentioned on a phone call, or written somewhere? Is there any way the name could've been mentioned." Heather: "Viper... viper, viper." Heather's head scrambled for an answer, before finally, it clicked. That chilling line crept up her spine, from the night that killed Isaac Knowles and Agent Martinez, the night that destroyed Faithville, and the night that had her captured, in the white van, as she recalled it with absolute certainty. "Agent Viper... we have her in possession." Heather: "Yes.. yes. He must've been one of the people responsible for capturing me." ((kk, let's see if I can wrap up Chapter 2 next post, maybe even by the end of the week! (Dont get your hopes up..) Oh, and uh..yeah, if I can end Chapter 2 next post, then it will end with a bang.)) | 2012-09-12 21:36:00 Author: Dragonvarsity Posts: 5208 |
| But Zim wasn't going to have to worry about that for another while. GDN was too tired, and said he just wanted to spend the night alone in the HQ. She understood, and went back to the hotel. The sack sat at the commander's chair and looked around. He scanned the bookshelves, and one book caught his eye. It was Get?lio Vargas's biography, the history of the most known Brazilian president. He picked it up and started reading, hoping it would bore him into sleep. But it didn't. GDN decided that studying history wasn't going to make him relax, so he left the book open on the desk and walked out the door. "Maybe tomorrow I'll get to the part where it gets interesting..." The rain outside had escalated to a thunderstorm, so GDN put on a trench coat and hat. He didn't mind the rain, actually, he sympathized with it. GDN walked along the dark, lonely sidewalk, towards uptown S?o Paulo. The streets were empty, with the occasional car passing by. GDN kept walking until he could see a silhouette cloaked in the fog. It could have been any other lonely wanderer, but the sack's gut told him to follow it closely. The figure entered an alley in a hurry, which was suspicious, unless it had noticed GDN and mistaken him for one of these people who roam the streets at night, waiting for their prey to come. But the man entered some night club's backdoor, which contributed to GDN's suspicion. He tried to follow, but the door had been locked. GDN looked around and spotted a single bobby pin abandoned on the wet ground. He picked it up, fiddled with it, then inserted it inside the lock. He then adjusted the pin and inserted his knife into the lock to rotate it. The door was open. These years locked in the Orphanage sure gave him some useful skills. GDN walked slowly towards what seemed like a mash-up of drum beats. Upon getting closer, he recognized them as being one of these pseudo-music teenagers listen to nowadays. Walk a bit more and GDN found himself surrounded by the teenagers themselves, jumping around the room to the beat of the music. The commander could see the figure already on its way across the mob. GDN started to shove people around to make a path for him. "Hey, watch it!" "Get the **** out, old fart!" "What's a sock puppet doing in here?" GDN ignored them. He reached a door guarded by a tall bouncer. The man had to be on the other side. GDN: Excuse me... Bouncer: Sorry, sack-guy, but this room is for staff only. GDN: Are you aware of who I am? Bouncer: No, but you will be if you don't scram! GDN scowled and walked away, disappearing into the sea of people again. As he looked behind him, he could see the bouncer talking to someone via headset, then coming towards him. GDN pretended he didn't see him, but another bouncer closed his way out. Bouncer 2: Excuse me, sir, but you will have to follow me. GDN made a break to the left, towards the DJ booth. The bouncers pulled out a handgun each and began firing at him as he moved out of the mob and onto the booth. Suddenly, the dance floor became anarchy, as everyone was screaming and running towards the nearest exit. GDN placed himself behind the DJ table and prepared his pistol when another bouncer came from a door, wielding a USAS-12. GDN: What kind of club bouncer in this world carries a freaking FULL-AUTO SHOTGUN??? Meanwhile, at the hotel room, Zim had no idea of what GDN had gotten himself into. But she was having her own dilemmas. Zim found herself at an European town, surrounded by pine trees and snowy mountains. She was starting to get used to these dreams, and just as she expected, [data]Zim was there, waiting for her. Zim(angry): There you are! I have some questions for you! [Zim]: I am sorry, but there's no time to... Zim: Oh really? It was you who took the artifact, wasn't it? [Zim]: What? Zim: You were using us! You needed us to get it, so you could just slip it from our oblivious hands! [Zim]: You mean someone took the data key? Zim: Don't play innocent! You... Wait, did you say... Data key? [Zim]: Who took it? Was it the black hooded people? Zim: Well, no... I couldn't get a glimpse of who was it... Wait, are these black hooded people the same ones that attacked us? [Zim]: If they attacked you... It means they haven't gotten the key then... Zim: Then who could have been? [Zim](ignoring her question): See that mountain over there? (pointing) The one with the castle? Zim: I see it... [Zim]: That's castle is known as Mount Bowser's Castle, or Bowser's Castle for short. Despite the name, it is known as one of the latest Atari ruins that are still in good condition for studying. You will find your answers there. Now, I have to go, or else they will find out about me! Zim: Wait! Who are... "They?" was all that Zim said when she woke up. She felt her head hurt, confused, then placed her hand on the side table. It landed on a piece of paper, with some notes: "Bowser Town - France Mt. Bowser's Castle Visitor schedules - from 10Am to 4Pm" http://www.avatare-messenger.com/english/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&g2_itemId=11537&g2_serialNumber=2 Zim didn't remember putting that there, or even writing it. But it was her handwriting. | 2012-09-14 01:20:00 Author: gdn001 Posts: 5891 |
| http://kotaku.com/5937819/ ((SOMEONE GET ME A LAWYER)) ((Uh-oh.)) http://kotaku.com/5943766/the-console-war-is-not-over-it-lives-on-in-this-anime | 2012-09-17 21:13:00 Author: Dragonvarsity Posts: 5208 |
| ((Guess who)) The bouncer laughed maniacally as he unleashed a rain of pellets onto GDN's cover. The sack tried to arrange his mind, but he couldn't stop thinking about that specific shooter, and the cover slowly getting mowed down wasn't helping. Gunner(crazy): I'M COMING FOR YOU, BABY! The shots were getting closer. Actually they were already too close for GDN's comfort. But suddenly they stopped. Gunner: Piece of ****, why you... The crazy shooter had forgotten that guns use up ammunition, and that gave GDN a chance to vault over the remains of the booth and onto the thug. The sack's fist met his face, and despite all the odds, he got knocked down instantly. GDN quickly got hold of the gun and a magazine he could scavenge from the guy in that split second, before going for the next piece of cover. He loaded the USAS and prepared to take aim. GDN(menacingly): Now the tables will turn... GDN showered the dancing floor with pellets, surprising all the guards with their mere handguns. Out of ammo and people to shoot, he walked towards the staff-only room, dropping the gun on the floor beside a corpse. GDN(to himself): Why does everyone that I come in contact with has to shoot me sometime? He walked down a stairway towards where the man probably went. But, as he was about to turn around a corner, a slash from a knife greeted his arm. GDN screamed and reached for the wound, looking ahead to see the man himself. Man: I'm going to teach you not to fumble with other's business... GDN: Judging from the welcoming committee, your business probably matters to me. Man: Oh really? Well, if it really matters then, I think you would like to know that your little girl is going to receive the same treatment soon... GDN: What? Man: After all, you have a piece that is of value to us... GDN: You mean... The man clearly didn't want GDN to finish, as he charged towards him with the knife ready, however, GDN quickly blocked his attack and elbow-stroke his arm, making him drop the knife. He retaliated by grabbing GDN and throwing him at a nearby VIP bar. He was about to pick the knife back and attack again, but the sack reached for a full bottle of alcohol and broke it using the man's head. As he tried to regain the upper hand, GDN grabbed and threw him onto a fuse box, leading his body to be filled by a current of energy, and the clothes soaked in booze get on fire. As he was burning, GDN threw a bottle of cold water on him, then the bottle itself. GDN: Now you better pray that nothing happens to Zim, or I will remember to finish the job... As the commander arrived in Zim's hotel, he noticed the familiar black SUV parked by the entrance. GDN went up the fire ladder, reaching for Zim's apartment window. He could see four thugs like the ones in the club, and Zim lying beside the bed, unconscious. He broke through the window, ending up over one of the invaders, as the others looked at the situation dumbfounded. GDN grabbed the man's knife he was carrying, and that was the cue for the others to attack back. The sack left the knife stuck into one's chest, making the others charge towards him. But GDN dodged their charge, leaving them to contend with the glass door that lead to the balcony. It only took a kick and a shove to lead them to their demise. GDN: Reminder: your brain is not a muscle. GDN looked at Zim, heading towards her and kneeling beside her, trying to wake her up. GDN(worried): They didn't kill you, did they? Zim(weak): Uuuuhhh... GDN: Wake up, Zim! Zim: Uh, what? GDN? Zim stood up, felt her head and then noticed the two knocked out thugs. Zim: What happened? Well, duh, you took them out. GDN: I must ask: what happened? Zim: They came from through the window. Said they were taking what was rightfully theirs and hit me in the head before I could retaliate. GDN: They were after the artifact, Zim! Zim: How do you... GDN: It doesn't matter! Do you still have it? Zim: Uhhh... Yeah, sure! GDN: Let me see it then! Zim: See it? GDN: Yeah, where is it? Zim:... GDN: Zim? | 2012-10-11 00:08:00 Author: gdn001 Posts: 5891 |
| ((Devastated? Perhaps. But not defeated.)) CHAPTER 4: HISTORY CLASS GDN's private jet soared over the European mountains, towards a small airport in France. GDN was sitting on the pilot seat, and Zim was next to him. His face showed a mixture of disappointment and anger. Zim: I told you, I'm sorry! GDN: ... Zim: But so what if we lost the artifact? We have better clues now. We can... GDN: It's not just a matter of clues! We don't know how important that thing was, and we couldn't risk the enemy getting it! Plus, whoever has it also has proof to bring Microsoft against us! Zim: I... Wait a minute GDN, I had lost it before I was attacked yesterday! If they were with the enemy, why did they come after us anyway? GDN: You mean to say you had lost it and didn't tell me? Zim: That... Is pointless to discuss right now. What I know is that whoever has the artifact isn't our main enemy. GDN: ...or maybe they could turn out to be... Zim: Jeez, you have to be more optimistic... GDN: Hmmft... And you have to be more careful... The tourist guide entered Bowser's Castle, followed by a line of people from all around the world. At the end of the line, two sack-figures wearing large coats and sunglasses followed close. Zim: This is the castle I saw in my dream. GDN: Good, but what do we do now? Zim(grabbing a piece of paper): This paper has a symbol painted onto it. It surely is important. The two made their way deeper into the castle, following the group from afar. That until GDN spotted the symbol on a wooden door behind the protection. He signaled to Zim, who answered by pointing at a guard standing nearby. But, in their favor, a family walked to the guard, asking him to take a picture of them by the castle main door. That was the clue for them to hop over the fence and enter the door. The other side was dark. Zim grabbed a lighter from her backpack and lit the torches on the walls as they went deeper underground. The hallway ended at what seemed like a cellar. GDN: I hope you know what you are making us do. Zim: I have no idea actually. GDN: my guess. The place was surrounded by bookshelves, and had a large fireplace at the center. It was round, filled with burnt firewood. It also had four ornaments which seemed like plates, and they had the same symbol from the door. GDN: What do you make of this? Zim: We will end up using it? GDN: *sigh* GDN passed his hand over the shelves. Most books were ruined, but some were still rather intact. GDN grabbed one, and it had the symbol on the cover. The pages were filled with a weird alphabet of some sort, completely unreadable. GDN: My guess is that this... Goes over there. GDN placed the book on one of the plates, and it made a distinctive sound. He ordered Zim to look for more similar books and do the same. Coincidentally, there were only four of the books on all shelves. Upon placing the last book, the fireplace's bottom opened, making the ashes fall down with a large thud. Zim: We should have seen that coming and cleaned the fireplace... GDN: There's a ladder leading to a cavern there. Let's just keep moving... GDN grabbed a lit torch and went down the hole, Zim following shortly after. | 2012-11-19 00:29:00 Author: gdn001 Posts: 5891 |
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