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Midge913 11-14-11 07:24 PM

The Aleron Factor- A Post Modern RP (Action Thread)
 
The skyline of Chicago was looked like it was on fire, the light of the setting sun casting the whole city in an orange glow. Had he not known better, he would have thought the view, taken in from the top of the sixteen story building where he stood, reathtaking. A huge gust of wind, laden with fierce cold and the promise of snow, whipped down across the building top, sending clutter and debris swirling in small whirlwinds, but the cold was lost on him. Mearly a sensation to be catalogued and processed, his mostly artificial body feeling the chill only as an afterthought. Glaring down into the streets and alleys below caused a vicious sneer to cross his face, his slate grey eyes as cold and the elements around him. Down there was the corruption and bigotry of a tyrants regime, down there people walked in huddled masses, minds clouded by the poisons they unwittingly ingested, sheep to the slaughter and slaves to a Government that cared naught for them. A regime of religious tyrrany and oppression, a regime that would soon fall if he had his way about it.

Colonel William "Odin" Forsythe, stood atop the building that contained his teams safe house and for the first time in his long life he saw true hope for a better future. He was one of only three people who knew what his mission entailed and the thought if its success brought a fierce, feral smile to his lips. This war, this war that had become his life, was soon to turn in NAFI's favor. His team was the best of the best, they would succeed, an opportunity like this would not present itself again. It was time to gamble everything... Too long had they played from the shadows while the wolves stalked among the sheep. He smiled even more fiercely at the thought.

Turning from his view, he saw that Major Augustin "Thor" Castelan waited for him, his friend's short frame belying its strength, fervent anger burning in his jet black eyes. He could tell that his second in command chaffed at being kept in the dark regarding their task, it had been the first time in close to 30 years that Odin had kept the details of a mission from him, but he bore it with the same unwavering dedication that he approached everything else. Falling into step next to the Colonel as he walked through the roof access door and proceeded to climb the steps down to their operation center, Odin watched his friend's eyebrows raise in surprise as he all but whispered to his companion, "Come old friend, lets go end this war."

With an effort of will, he activated his implanted com device, his voice now loud and steady, anticipation gone replaced by cool purpose, "Nightstalkers, asssemble for briefing in 5 minutes."

***
(OOC: I may have failed to mention it in the myriad of information that I have put out to you guys, but every Valkyrie team member has a set of implanted coms devices as a part of their enhancement. Received signals are inaudible save by the person or persons receiving as the signal is pumped directly into the brain, but sent transimissions are still able to be heard depending on your chosen level of volume.)

Loki(Santaire) & Cue Ball(CaptainFatty): You two sit in the Operations Center of the Safe House, this abandoned building that NAFI agents have used for close to 30 years, monitoring communications between the team, and any incoming and outgoing messages from NAFI command. For the most part things are quiet, no real chatter of any kind and you two have taken out a deck of cards and are playing smoking, relaxing, whatever your characters would do in down time. Chat amongst yourselves regarding the hush hush nature of this mission. How do your character's feel about the speed at which you were shuffled off to Chicago? How does the lack of information sit with your characters seeing that in all of your previous missions Odin has been rather forthcoming with details. Your conversation is eventually interrupted by the Colonels radio traffic regarding an upcoming briefing. Seconds after the Colonel stopped speaking, Loki, you notice that a live streaming video com from the Halls has just been sent, oddly requiring the Colonels authorization codes. This is something else new that you are not used to. Shortly after the Colonel's announcement the rest of the team begins to filter into the room in pairs.

Osiris(Jackinator) & Spectre(Lord Ramo): You two pulled sentry duty. You are both out on the street, decked out in civilian gear, in front of the building, that contains your safe house. As you walk, non-chalantly in a patrol of the buildings parameter, you cant help but notice that the street, even though it is one of the less boulevards of the city, is fairly packed with people. Most don't look up or make eyecontact, their eyes dull with the effects of the drugs they have been given and the mindwashing propaganda they have been spoon fed. How does this environment make you guys feel? Sgt. Hale does coming into ACS territory once more cause any particular thoughts and feelings, especially given your history with the regime? You note during your patrol, that a group Civil Enforcers, hard looking men armed with their stun batons and non-lethal grenades, have passed by this location 2 times in your 6 hour shift. You remain unnoticed in the crowd, but the fact that the CED (Civil Enforcement Division) is even patrolling these streets now, where in years passed they have not, puts you on your guard. Do you two discuss anything regarding the hurried secretive nature of your newest assignment? Does the lack of informatio regardin your task cause you any concern as in times past Odin has been very forthcoming with information? Your patrol is eventually interrupted by the Colonel's announcement, and you two make your way back up to the Command Center as quickly as you can without avoiding notice.

Poet(Angel of Blood) & Graham(Karak the Unfaithful): You two drew supply duty. As you two labor away in the basement of building, taking inventory of weapons and supplies, you both find yourselves flustred at the rapid nature in which the team was deployed. Things in the supply category are a wreck, hastily thrown together and unorganized, but you throw yourselves into the work with the dedication befitting the seasoned soldiers that you are. Do you talk amongst yourselves regarding the secretive nature of the mission you now find yourself undertaking? Normally the Colonel is rather forthcoming with information, but this mission seems to be more clandestine than normal. Does this cause you any consternation or worry? Over the course of the day you have gotten the supplies organized and catalogued, and loaded into the unmarked vans that the team will be using to travel in should travel be necessary. You are just sitting down to a smoke or a shot from a hip flask, whatever floats your characters fancy, when the Colonel's transmission cuts across the radio. You two make your way through the building to the command center as quickly as you can.

Buck(Anilar) & Fenris(Komanko): You two have been assigned Recon duty and are currently hunkered down ontop of a smaller, 5 story tenament house that sits next to the larger building where the safe house is located. It is cold, but it is all a days work for a Valkyrie. As you watch the streets and the surrounding buildings you see Spectre and Hale pass by you occasionally as they make their meandering patrol around the building, and you are slightly concerned at the number of CED forces that you have seen out and about over the course of the day. Not only have there been enemy patrols on your block, but another team of Civil Enforcers is walking an overlapping patrol two blocks over. Though you haven't found any listening devices anywhere near the building, a single surveillance ballon drone floated by right around the 4 story of the building that you are now perched atop, it did not float high enough to cause any chance of it spotting you, but the amount of ACS surveillance and patrols compared to the last couple of times you have bunkered down in this particular safe house is a bit disconcerting. Does this increased activity, or the secretive nature of your current mission cause you any trepidation? Usually the Colonel is rather forthcoming with details, but this time everything has been very hush hush even for a clandestine outfit such as the Valkyries. Do you two discuss any of these things or just contemplate them in silence as you watch the area around you. Eventually the Colonel's transmission cuts across the radio, and you gather up your things and make your way back to the Command Center.

Thor(Deathbringer): As you watch the Colonel survey the city below, what thoughts are running through your head? Odin has been rather stand-offish in the last couple of days, and your teams abrupt departure from The Halls, without a word about where you were going or why has stirred you to irritation. Usually your friend is rather forthcoming, especially to you, about the details of the missions the team undertakes. Usually they spend sometime planning, collecting supplies, and laying the groundwork for an op, but not this time. This is especially concerning to you as the mission appears to be leading to the team going deeper into ACS territory, something that Valkyrie teams don't just do on a whim with no prep work. How does all this sit with you? As the Colonel rouses from his introspection, he starts for the roof access door and motioning you to follow him, lays a bombshell of a statmen on you? How does it make you feel that the mission you are on seems to be one that may be a deathstroke to the ACS? What does the Colonel's apparent certainty that this mission will effectively end the war make you think and feel? Left with these thoughts you follow Odin down into the building to the command center.

***

All: As you make your way into the command center, you are met with the familiar sight of the gleaming consoles, and laptops. Some hardwired into the center, others carefully hooked into the place by Loki. The large room is actually comprised of several smaller offices, that over the years NAFI agents have taken over and expanded. Knocking down walls, and adding the equipment needed for one of the Valkyrie teams to carry out there covert operations. You are all gathered before the Colonel and the Major walk out of one of the stairwell doors that lead to the roof and as Odin looks expectantly towards Loki, he sees that the Cyber-Tech already has the vid screen pulled up, and is awaiting the Colonel's authorization codes (Santaire if you could just write a blurb in your post covering pulling that up that would be awesome). Walking over to the console, Forsythe types in a rather long series of characters, and with a chime the large vid screen flares to life, the image of General Stephen K. Bauer, taking up the majority of the screen, you can tell by the few things visible behind him, he is sitting in his private office.

"Evening Will," The general begins, his tone conversational and friendly. "You and yours make it stateside alright?"

"No hitches General, we arrived at the safe house undetected. Everything secure and quiet on your end?"

"Yes, indeed, Tuggs has everything locked down on his end, though he is in a right state that I haven't shared the details of your departure with him. NAFI believes that you are in Mexico, and for the time being it is going to stay that way." The general said, the last a clear command.

The colonel grimaced and shook his head, clearly uncomfortable with the way things were playing out,"I am not sure I understand the need for all the cloak and dagger where our own people are concerned, but you know the politics there better than I do. Its your play."

Sitting down so the rest of the team was visible to the General, "Go ahead General, they are all here."

"Right," General Bauer starts, "I imagine you are all wondering why you have been kept in the dark about this current assignment and once I lay it on the line for you, you may understand the nature of the situation a bit better. Up until this moment the only people who have had access to this intel is myself, the Colonel, and the operative who brought it directly to me. This mission can change the course of this conflict boys and girls, and it wouldn't do to stir false hope for the resistance. Even for you, the best of the best, this is going to be one for the books. Fires and frying pans don't even begin to describe what you will be heading into."

Rummaging around on his desk, out of view of the camera, the general find what he was looking for, raises a large cigar to his mouth and bites the end off of it before slowly lighting the end. "Loki if you would?"

(Santaire a data file starts to blink in the upper left hand corner of the view screen, and porting the images to a separate viewer you open the file)

Springing to life on the screen next to the vid viewer, a series of blueprints, supply documents, and requisition orders start to fly by in sequence. You all can tell that they are for a facility of sorts, but the nature of which is lost in the sea of documents.

"What you see there is everything the operative brought me. What you are looking at is the target that is going to crack the ACS open. If you would take the time to look through, you will find that this is an entire history, layout, and personnel assessment of the two facilities where they manufacture, produce, and pump all of the drugs that the ACS uses to control its people into the water supplies. The memos, documents, and communications are all from the last several years and basically state that due to lack of personnel and scientists, their manufacturing facilities and distribution centers were all moved to two locations. The first, is right there in Chicago, the second is a bit trickier. We have discerned that it is in the Mississippi river delta, somewhere in Alabama, but the key thing is we know where to start looking. We have been unable to get any real details as to the drugs, distribution and manufacturing in close to 30 years, but know we know right were to hit the ACS, hit 'em in the nads and watch them crumple."

He took a long draw on his cigar, looking at the team with eye blazing in triumph, "We have had folks working on a neutralizer for the ACS drug cocktail for several years now as you know Will, and our boys here think that it is ready for use. So here is the score folks," the General continued, "Your mission is actually a four pronged assault. 3 targets there in ACS Territory, these two distribution plants and the Cardinal himself, the old bastard, and then we are going for the whole shebang. You will be heading back south of the border Will, a long list of targets from the Cartel families. We are going to destabilize the whole continent again my friend, and we are going to take back the place foot by foot. I am tired of waiting and I have a majority of the Council vote behind me. I have been told that if we have the opportunity, if something presents itself that can change the tide, I am to act with total authority. Well here it is my friend, we are about to start the End Game."

With the last statement the room fell into complete silence.

(For this update I want you all to mainly deal with what your characters are feeling, especially what you think about the mission you are on. Next update the action will start so don't get comfortable. I hope you enjoy the RP!)

deathbringer 11-22-11 03:08 PM

The world burned before him, flames sending coiling tendrils of smoke rising in undulating curls.

Flames glittered in his jet back eyes, dancing around the icy cold hatred that lingered in their infinite depths, the thin line of his mouth was cast in a twisted spiteful sneers even as his fingers caressed the barrel of his revolver, a single fingers snaking in a loving caress from the graceful loop of the trigger to the gaping maw.

His eyes moved across dilapidated buildings, the wreckage of homes and livelihoods, the crumbling memories of happiness and prosperity, of what this country had once been, of what it may one day be again.

At the lip of the roof stood a figurehead of that dream, a leader, a warrior and inspiration... a friend.

The figure turned from the abyss, his eyes filled with fervor, with the light of possibility, a marathon runner that could see the tape flickering in the wind before him.

The eyes softened with a tinge of sorrow as they his own, pained by the information he hid from his comrade, by the strain the knowledge placed upon the bond between them.

He had not been easy not slumbered in the dark and accepted somethings where not for him to know as better men and better friends would have. Yet he was not a good man, he was a killer and a Castelan, nay ,he had bucked and kicked, poked and prodded snarled and raged, pulling rank on subordinates to get every report he could lay his hands on.

Nothing, even as he fell in step beside the Colonel, he let out a low growl, the deep rumble of a tiger as an unwary traveler placed a foolish foot upon its tail.

The colonel gave his a wan smile even as they passed through the access door, the softest of whispers even as the feverish glow poured from his eyes

"Come old friend, lets go end this war."

His eyebrow raised in surprise, was that the seriousness of this mission, was what they embarked upon now enough to end this war, to end the chaos.

What then?

What when there was no one left to kill, what next for Augustin Castellan, how would he survive amongst society, with the burning rage that seered inside him, how could he go on. He had been fighting since he was born, instilled with a burning hatred for his enemies, cutting them down one by one since he could remember, his fathers loathing so deeply ingrained upon his blood stained soul, could he ever forget.

He cast a glance back even as they descended along the steps, though the flames dancing in his eyes were his own, a burning brazier of spiteful fury.

There would always be someone to hate.
__________________________________________________ ___

He leaned against the wall, gently slumping next to the door as he glared at the pict screen before him, the wizened face of the general as he addressed them.

The head of the military, his superiors superior, the man that had awarded him third in the chain of command.

Fucking idiot.

Everyone knew he was no speech maker or problem solver, he led and expected them to follow, if he told them to stand til they fired penultimate bullet he expected them to come back with a single round in their magazine.

Perhaps that was the reason, if Baur and Forsythe went down, they would have lost their leader and their figurehead, that was when they needed someone that would stand and fight, no matter the odds, that expected nothing less than complete discipline.

The whole thing reeked of Forsythe.

Perhaps the general knew that if Forsythe went down he was already dead or would probably die avenging the bastard that killed him, so it was irrelevant.

Baur spoke with grim passion, refusing to show his hope, manifesting it as stately intent and calm confidence, speaking of a plan to end this war, a plan that held around the nightstalkers, the best of the best tearing this fragile equilibrium asunder and allowing the resistance to regain control.

Yet they weren't trusted to know, to hold their emotions, he wasn't trusted.

A second snarl even as Baur concluded his speech the following silence broken by Thor's low growl even as he strode from the room

"As long as its not another ballsup"

Santaire 11-23-11 07:30 PM

Ethan Clancey, codename ‘Loki’, sat opposite his old comrade Eric ‘Cue ball’ Smith. The pair of them had got out a pack of cards but both had given up about halfway through and so Ethan idly messed about with nearby computer systems. It was child’s play but he was so bored that he toyed with it, testing it to the limits. He was strangely unnerved by Forsythe’s withdrawal for the colonel had never before withheld any information from his Valkyrie team. Thus this lack of info had caused Ethan to constantly second guess himself. They were in Chicago, one of the most powerful ACS cities and one of the most securely guarded with no Intel on what they were after.

It was only personal honour that kept Ethan from hacking into the NAFI to discover what the hell they were doing and satisfy his own curiosity. That, and the threat of retribution. As it was he had pulled up a system screen and was watching the comings and goings of the citizens outside the base through the safe house’s security cameras. There was Sergeant Victor ‘Osiris’ Hale and Captain Holly ‘Spectre’ Besson in civilian clothes patrolling the front of the house. On a rooftop adjacent to the safe house he spotted Sergeant Howard ‘Buck’ Payne and Specialist Pyotr ‘Fenris’ Volkov on Recon.

Ethan still didn’t know what to make of Fenris. The man was Russian and was the most solitary person Ethan had ever known. Ethan was a man who led a lonely life with few friends but even by his standards Fenris was untrusting. The only man the scout came close to trusting was Forsythe and even the Colonel did not know his full story. Indeed the solitary Russian was the only team member who Ethan wouldn’t be sure about if it came to a matter of life or death. He himself would save Fenris, but would Fenris save him? That was the question that haunted the Cyber-Tech and he wished to learn the answer before it was too late.

Supply duty was being dealt with by Sergeant Ryan ‘Poet’ Anders and Specialist David Graham. He and Eric were the only 2 without an actively assigned task. However Forsythe no doubt knew that Loki was always doing something. Currently, as well as monitoring the area, he was double checking all system connections and security systems, ensuring that to ACS sensors they appeared to be just another house rather than a facility sheltering some of the best soldiers in what had once been the United States of America.

A brief communication from Odin alerted him to a meeting and shortly afterwards the members of the team began to file into the room. Ethan shut down his systems and watched them. They appeared relaxed but he could see the tell tale signs of tension in every one of them. It was unconscious, a clenched fist or a muscle twitch but it was there nonetheless. Forsythe entered and was followed by Major Augustin ‘Thor’ Castelan. Ethan gave the major a nod and Forsythe a swift half salute before settling back into his seat.

Ethan’s eyes flickered before opening with a flash of blue. His hands twitched in the air as he used his cybernetic implant to pull up the vid-screen, both hands flat with the palms outwards before curling the fingers and moving them up. He scrolled along the screen until he found what he was looking for, an inbound message that required Forsythe’s code to unlock. Odin glanced at him and Ethan gave a slight nod to show he was just awaiting authorisation. The colonel typed a series of digits into one of the computers and the message opened. Inside was a nugget of information, a real time stream from General Bauer.

He placed his hands around the info and pushed them forwards and outwards, projecting them onto the huge wall screen set up for that purpose. From the items behind the general Ethan could see he was in his private office. "Evening Will," The general began, with a friendly tone. "You and yours make it stateside alright?"

"No hitches General, we arrived at the safe house undetected. Everything secure and quiet on your end?"

"Yes, indeed, Tuggs has everything locked down on his end, though he is in a right state that I haven't shared the details of your departure with him. NAFI believes that you are in Mexico, and for the time being it is going to stay that way." The last words were evidently a command and Ethan almost flinched. Not only were the details being kept from them but almost no one in the NAFI knew of their current location or objective.

Odin grimaced and shook his head before speaking with distaste obvious in his voice “I am not sure I understand the need for all the cloak and dagger where our own people are concerned, but you know the politics there better than I do. Its your play." Forsythe sat down so that Bauer could see and be seen by the rest of the team before continuing with “go ahead general, their all here.”

"Right," the general started, "I imagine you are all wondering why you have been kept in the dark about this current assignment and once I lay it on the line for you, you may understand the nature of the situation a bit better. Up until this moment the only people who have had access to this intel is myself, the Colonel, and the operative who brought it directly to me. This mission can change the course of this conflict boys and girls, and it wouldn't do to stir false hope for the resistance. Even for you, the best of the best, this is going to be one for the books. Fires and frying pans don't even begin to describe what you will be heading into."

Rummaging in his desk just out of their vision the general produced a cigar, lit it and then looked at Ethan. “Loki if you would?” A data icon began to blink in the upper left hand corner of the screen. He twisted his hands and placed them around it before opening it and viewing the files within. He projected it onto the screen with flick of the wrist so that the rest of the team could see. Springing to life on the screen next to the vid viewer, a series of blueprints, supply documents, and requisition orders start to fly by in sequence. Ethan realised that they were for some kind of chemical facility with a purpose unknown to him.

"What you see there is everything the operative brought me. What you are looking at is the target that is going to crack the ACS open. If you would take the time to look through, you will find that this is an entire history, layout, and personnel assessment of the two facilities where they manufacture, produce, and pump all of the drugs that the ACS uses to control its people into the water supplies. The memos, documents, and communications are all from the last several years and basically state that due to lack of personnel and scientists, their manufacturing facilities and distribution centres were all moved to two locations. The first, is right there in Chicago, the second is a bit trickier. We have discerned that it is in the Mississippi river delta, somewhere in Alabama, but the key thing is we know where to start looking. We have been unable to get any real details as to the drugs, distribution and manufacturing in close to 30 years, but know we know right were to hit the ACS, hit 'em in the nads and watch them crumple."

He took a long draw on his cigar, looking at the team with eye blazing in triumph, "We have had folks working on a neutralizer for the ACS drug cocktail for several years now as you know Will, and our boys here think that it is ready for use. So here is the score folks," the General continued, "Your mission is actually a four pronged assault. 3 targets there in ACS Territory, these two distribution plants and the Cardinal himself, the old bastard, and then we are going for the whole shebang. You will be heading back south of the border Will, a long list of targets from the Cartel families. We are going to destabilize the whole continent again my friend, and we are going to take back the place foot by foot. I am tired of waiting and I have a majority of the Council vote behind me. I have been told that if we have the opportunity, if something presents itself that can change the tide, I am to act with total authority. Well here it is my friend, we are about to start the End Game."

The general closed the screen and Ethan cut off power to the viewer. He shut down his own personal system and grinned suddenly. Finally they were going to defeat the ACS. He had devoted most of his adult life to destroying it and now his dream was to be realised. Things just kept getting better and better. He stood and walked over to Forsythe before speaking quietly, both as a question and to draw Forsythe’s attention away from Thor. “Colonel, if these things are what we think we are why are they sending just us. Surely it would be better to send other teams so that we can take out everything at the same time. I understand that if it goes wrong then our forces would be deeply disappointed and dispirited, thus easier to defeat by a determined and well trained enemy. In our advantage this would mean that they would not be able to increase security around these areas while we prepare to hit the next target…”

Anilar 11-24-11 11:25 AM

Howard "Buck" Payne was watching the people on the streets, he couldn't help himself see them as modern day zombies. Emotionally oppressed and brainwashed, to believe they lived a good life. It was a little wonder that people still loved and children was playing in the streets.
But people seem even more suppressed and downtrodden today, and Howard couldn't help but believe it had to do with the high presence of enemy soldiers patrolling the streets, something was off Howard could feel it. And it didn't help there had been a surveillance balloon had floated by a story down, its sensor package employed to watch the streets and not up. Noone was looking up at the grey cold sky, not even the soldiers.
It had been something Howard had learned early in life, look up often so you don't get caught by cave ins, stone slides and similar threats. Something cityfolks didn't learn.

But Howard still made sure he was not easily visible from the streets, hiding in various piles of junks as he patrolled around on the roof, junk that had been left by inhabitants of the building and squatters. Various valkyrie teams that had used this staging area, had shifted the junk around so it also made excellent cover, if a firefight were to break out.

Howard also spent his time analyzing the other nearby buildings, where he could hit them with grenades from his launcher, to make part of the buildings and the walls collapse, if they were to be used by enemy soldiers. The many years of missuse and lack of maintenance starting to show in the walls, many windows covered with old cloth rags or hammered in boards. In area was a symphony of grey, grey buildings, grey clothes, grey junk, grey trash, grey bricks, grey soldiers, grey weather. Only the occasional red head or black skinned individual breaking the colour scheme. The area lacked laughter or angry voices yelling. But there was no colour, just the monotone life and colour of a suppressed people that haven't realised they were being suppressed.

His squad mate Fenris the russian soldier, was up on the roof with him opposite the base building. His green eyes scanning the streets, he was one of those men in the world, that needed to smile some more. But Howard somehow felt a little safer with him on the team, his ability to infiltrate and silence enemy sentries and clearing the way for the team was invaluable, and there was noone better among the Nafi valkyries.
Howard was in no doubt if there was someone who would survive this mission it would be Fenris.

A mission that they didn't know was about, reminding him of his days as a ordinary soldier. The missions where they had followed valkyrie teams into the field, where they should guard foward staging areas or provide diversions to the infiltrating valkyrie teams. Where only the valkyries had known the objectives of the mission. Howard just knew it could only be big very big, and for some reason it made him smile. There was no doubt that what ever the mission was, it would make a difference in the lives of the Nafi and the suppressed american people.

"Nightstalkers, asssemble for briefing in 5 minutes." the colonels voice sounded in his ear. Together with Fenris, Howard left the highground of the roof, went down to the apartment in the basement where a Nafi spy was living, guarding a secret tunnel into the base building complex. Activating the various security features as they walked in silence.

Entering the briefing room Howard threw a quick salute to his superiors, and with a big grin towards Odin "Guess its time to know what all the cloak and dagger was all about." Leaning up against the wall Buck's smile just became bigger and bigger, as the scope of the mission became clear to him.

"Yeah im gonna go make so much fireworks out of those installations, there gotte be so many chemicals in those facilities I hardly have to bring my own toys. BOOOM BOOOOM BOOOOM of DOOOOOM BUCK IS ON IT SIRS" Howard excitedly shouted as the general winked out on the screen. His smile positively provided the lightning in the room.
Grabbing his backpack Buck started to go toward the stairs down to the supply depot, to get some toys.

Karak The Unfaithful 11-24-11 03:13 PM

Specialist David Graham stood at the entrance of the basement, where all the supplies were stroed, observing the mountain of supplies that stood before him. He groaned to himself at the thought of having to shift through all that and sort it all into organised piles.

David turned to the man with him; Sgt. Ryan 'Poet' Anders, he is your average Valkyrie team member: lots of muscle, lots of guns. David might have been intimidated but when you work with these kind of men you get use to it, besides the medic usually gets some respect.

"Its ganna take us ages to sift through this lot" he said "we may as well get started"

He walked towards the mountain of junk and picked up the nearest object to him, a box of ammunition casually dumped at the edge of the mountain, most of its contents spilled out over the floor.

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As the day wore on the two men talked a little but David mostly kept wondering how had NAFI, an organised military unit, let this place fall into such a state. Probably years of battle-tired men dumping weapons and supplies in this room, there only desire a fag and whiskey.

After completing the impossible task to the best of there abilities David decided to relax, he proped an old crate against the wall and used it as a chair. He lit himself a ciggarette and looked forward to the prospect of relaxing...

...then the Colonel's voice sounded over the radio and ordered a meeting at the command centre.

"damn, looks like the Colonel's finally ganna tell us whats going on"

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David and poet made there way to the command centre and barely had time to walk in before he began....

...when the Colonel finished the room fell into silence, many of the other men were open-mouthed and suprised, including David.

The end of the war? could it be true?

David's personal ambition was to bring some kind of lasting peace to the country, this was really something for him: to know he could make a difference and eventually stop the mindless violence that tormented this world. Of course he knew there would more enemies but he didn't care, not one bit.

A grin spread across his face, he suddenly felt an new strength flood through him. they were going to end the war.

CaptainFatty 11-25-11 02:25 AM

Eric leaned back in the chair, protein bar in one hand, loaded revolver in the other, as he watched Ethan mess with the computers. These taste like shit, he thought for the thousandth time as he took a bite from the protein bar, the poorly simulated chocolate taste stimulating his tongue. The rice and curry was so much better. He swung out the cylinder, revealing the untouched palladium core, taunting him with its perfection. He wanted to get out there and hurt some ACS troopers, get some blood on his hands. He even contemplated tackling Ethan. His enhanced mind would allow him to register what is happening before he even hit the floor, and he was always a good fight, their spars usually ending with Ethan on top. The only problem with itching for action was that they were all unaware of what action they would be getting into.

He didn’t mind the secrecy though. He was a weapon, and had rarely been unprepared for the situations that his superiors had thrown at him. What the mission actually is was something to be anticipated, a reward for his patience. He couldn’t help but throw a few guesses out there though. It would have to be a game breaker to have so many people in the dark, and it wouldn’t be an easy one if they dragged out the best of the best on such short notice.

He hoped it was something game breaking. Having to watch the oppressed people drag their feet through the streets, completely unaware of the situation that their government has them locked into. It was disgusting, sickening and Eric hoped he wouldn’t have to allow it to stand for much longer.

“Nightstalkers, assemble for briefing in 5 minutes,” came the colonel’s voice through his com device. Finally, this was it, the moment he had been waiting for.

The pair headed into the command centre, splitting up on arrival so that Ethan could man the consoles. When they all arrived, the general’s face was brought up and he quickly sped through a friendly introduction with the colonel. Even before the general gave them descriptions of the plan, Eric had a grin on his face. Change the face of the conflict, eh? The general continued to talk, explaining the documents, the mission and their objective. He could hardly believe what he was hearing. This could not only change the face of the conflict, but end it. Remove ACS control of their people and they have nothing. And hitting the cardinal himself?

Years of discipline were the only thing that allowed Eric to keep his composure. Grinning so wide it almost hurt, he looked around at his comrades, the men and women he was going to end it all with. Some were grinning as he was; others had their mouths open in shock. Suddenly, Howard opened his mouth, shouting his excitement so the whole facility could hear.

Angel of Blood 11-27-11 10:05 PM

The supplies were a mess. Weapons, equipment and stores were scattered all over the basement, not even closely resembling any sense of order. Poet surveyed the mess with a look of incredulity. How it had even began to end up in this mess was a mystery to him. Before deploying to here he had personally made sure all the supplies were loaded on in order to stop this sort of thing from happening.

Hermes, the team medic clearly had the same feelings "Its ganna take us ages to sift through this lot" he said "we may as well get started"

He then stepped forwards and picked an ammo box, which promptly flew open, spilling its contents all over the floor. Poet let out an exasperated sigh “So not only did they leave all this in a colossal mess, but they didn’t even secure the damn boxes properly”

He took a calming breath, before looking around at the mess once again. “Ok. Let’s start with the weapons, get them all together and secure them in the cage, then we’ll move onto the ammo and work our way from there” He then moved over to the first weapon crate he could see and easily picked it up, his innate strength complemented by his bionic arms made moving the heavy crates no problem at all. He opened the crate in the weapons cage to find that it was coincidently his own weapons. He took one of his pistols and its accompanying holster and secured it to his thigh. The building may have been more than secure, but you could never be too sure in their line of work.

“Well that’s one box down I guess”

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Hours later, they finally packed the last of the stores away to one side of the room. Pulling up an empty crate, he sat opposite Hermes, placing another box between them to act as a table of sorts, he quickly devoured another protein bar, his enhanced metabolism required him to eat alot more than most men would on average. He went to pull out a pack of cards to start a quick game with Hermes, but before he could the Colonel summoned them for a briefing.

Poet stood up and donned his beaten leather jacket “Roger, Poet and Hermes en route, out”

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He remained calm and impassive as the details of their mission were finally revealed to them, though he frowned in Bucks direction as his excitement got the better of him. The implications of their mission were huge though, if they were to succeed they would change the face of the war as they know it. Though a mission like this was obviously not going to be a walk in the park, something most would call a ‘one way’ mission. The Nightstalkers had already done their fair share of ‘one ways’ though, but even then this one would surely be one of their most dangerous yet.

He looked in for Odin and Thors thoughts and orders before commenting himself.

Jackinator 11-28-11 10:58 PM

(OOC: gonna go with a curve ball and try out some first person if that's ok :) )

Jostling, heads down, eyes dull, shoulders slumped in submission, yet I was alone in this tide of people. Most purposefully ignored me, the few that did look up looked down at their feet again in fear. I almost shook my head in disgust, I wasn't the enemy here, but then they weren't to know that. In my expensive looking, well tailored suit I was spot on for every stereotype of high ranking ACS officials. Tall, clean shaven, and with that certain cruelty around the eyes and jawline I'd inherited from my father, it wasn't quite a physical cruelty, just something that suggested itself. I hated it, it had led to... this, the crowds parting like a stream against the rocks.

You would think that someone would have stopped me by now, but then few ever did. An enforcer patrol passed by, eyeing me warily from across the street, they didn't cross, although it was rare to see the wealthy in this part of town, they didn't want to risk that I might be someone from the shadowy heights of the ACS hierarchy. I strolled, almost nonchalantly around the building, that relaxed, careless walk that still somehow instilled a sense of authority. Something else I had inherited from my father. I was frustrated, we'd been deployed at the heart of our greatest enemy, but not told why. Although I had to admit I was glad to be out in the field again, I had been going somewhat stir crazy back in the NAFI settlements. I hated being cooped up away from the action, when I knew I should be out here. But then it had been my own fault.

Almost unconsciously I glanced at my hand, cybernetic gauntlets they may be, but that hadn't helped when I'd fucked up. I flexed it slightly, I.. just hadn't... reacted. I didn't know why. After all those years, I couldn't do it. I resisted the urge to pull my pistol on the retreating backs of the enforcers. I had no doubt I could take them all, but it wouldn't help, I'd just have fucked up again.

I snapped myself back to reality, realising that it was the second patrol I'd seen on this sentry shift, I'd never seen them patrol these streets on my previous stays here. The regime was becoming more and more oppressive, cracking down hard on any dissension, not that it hadn't always done that.

"Unusual activity from the CED Spectre", I spoke, my voice inaudible to any not standing beside me, which, given my apparent status, was none. But the advanced implants in my throat and larynx picked up the vibrations easily, transmitting them through to my fellow sentry. I had no doubt she had already taken note, but I was uncomfortable with my current train of thought and attempted to distract myself with conversation.

"Roger that, Osiris, it doesn't feel right seeing how we don't even know the mission yet. Keep an eye on them, if they come back again then we'll inform the Odin that we may have been compromised. "

"I agree, but I wish I knew why we were here, I hope they have nothing to do with it, its not like Odin to keep us in the dark."

But before either of us could continue we heard the Colonel click in on a separate command channel. "Nightstalkers, asssemble for briefing in 5 minutes."

Without a word I wandered casually around to the back of the building, before quickly ducking inside a small, hardly noticeable service door. I was in the briefing room less than five minutes later, hardly noticing the quiet hum of technology. I was concentrating on Forsythe, the man who had brought us here, the man who, without which, many of us would not even be here. My hand flexed again, I shoved it in my pocket.

"Evening Will," the General began, casual and informal. "You and yours make it stateside alright?"

"No hitches General, we arrived at the safe house undetected. Everything secure and quiet on your end?"

"Yes, indeed, Tuggs has everything locked down on his end, though he is in a right state that I haven't shared the details of your departure with him. NAFI believes that you are in Mexico, and for the time being it is going to stay that way."

Forsythe was clearly uncomfortable with this however, "I am not sure I understand the need for all the cloak and dagger where our own people are concerned, but you know the politics there better than I do. Its your play."

He sat down, clearing the field of view so the General could see the rest of us. "Go ahead General, they are all here."

"Right, I imagine you are all wondering why you have been kept in the dark about this current assignment and once I lay it on the line for you, you may understand the nature of the situation a bit better. Up until this moment the only people who have had access to this intel is myself, the Colonel, and the operative who brought it directly to me. This mission can change the course of this conflict boys and girls, and it wouldn't do to stir false hope for the resistance. Even for you, the best of the best, this is going to be one for the books. Fires and frying pans don't even begin to describe what you will be heading into."

He searched in the drawers of his desk for a moment, before emerging and raising a cigar. He bit the end off before calmly lighting it. "Loki if you would?"

The screen next to the General's image flickered to life and a series of blueprints, supply documents, and requisition orders flashed up, each more puzzling and at the same time more enlightening as it was replaced by another. It was clearly for some sort of large base or facility, but the exact nature was lost somewhere in the bewildering array of files and documents

"What you see there is everything the operative brought me. What you are looking at is the target that is going to crack the ACS open. If you would take the time to look through, you will find that this is an entire history, layout, and personnel assessment of the two facilities where they manufacture, produce, and pump all of the drugs that the ACS uses to control its people into the water supplies. The memos, documents, and communications are all from the last several years and basically state that due to lack of personnel and scientists, their manufacturing facilities and distribution centers were all moved to two locations. The first, is right there in Chicago, the second is a bit trickier. We have discerned that it is in the Mississippi river delta, somewhere in Alabama, but the key thing is we know where to start looking. We have been unable to get any real details as to the drugs, distribution and manufacturing in close to 30 years, but know we know right were to hit the ACS, hit 'em in the nads and watch them crumple."

He was triumphant. "We have had folks working on a neutralizer for the ACS drug cocktail for several years now as you know Will, and our boys here think that it is ready for use. So here is the score folks," the General continued, "Your mission is actually a four pronged assault. 3 targets there in ACS Territory, these two distribution plants and the Cardinal himself, the old bastard, and then we are going for the whole shebang. You will be heading back south of the border Will, a long list of targets from the Cartel families. We are going to destabilize the whole continent again my friend, and we are going to take back the place foot by foot. I am tired of waiting and I have a majority of the Council vote behind me. I have been told that if we have the opportunity, if something presents itself that can change the tide, I am to act with total authority. Well here it is my friend, we are about to start the End Game."

I had listened quietly as the General outlined our mission, it wasn’t going to be easy, but then nothing in this job ever was. Then I heard Howard’s exited outburst, the man was irrepressible, I raised an eyebrow to Ryan as Howard left. Augustin had already stormed out, his mood black and thunderous, as usual. Not that it had put a damper on the room. Howard wasn’t the only one celebrating the targets revealed to us. David and Eric were grinning hugely, while myself and Ryan remained impassive, along with Ethan, although the Cyber-tech’s question was pointed and valid. I looked on in interest, waiting for whatever response Forsythe would produce, although it would have to be good to satisfy Ethan’s powerful and inquiring intellect…

komanko 11-28-11 11:37 PM

OOC: Dunno if its my best or no but still I think it came out quite interesting in some parts. Anilar I recommend that you read your part as I found this twist quite nice, just thought of it now :P

The grey sky reflected against his green eyes, he scoured his surroundings, exactly like he was trained to do. He scanned the streets below looking for anything out of the ordinary, hell, he didn’t have to look, everything seemed out of the ordinary this time. Increased patrols, recon balloons, surveillance teams, everything was there, everything was out of the ordinary.

Luckily they could be easily spotted, especially to a trained eye like Fenris’s. They were like dots of color amongst a sea of grey. They moved like flies caught in an empty jar, buzzing around, flying around, not resting for a moment. While he was cautious at first all this caution disappread when he noticed the behavior of the ACS and CED forces below, they weren’t looking for someone and they surly didn’t know of what really was going on around here.

They moved to quickly, they weren’t restless like men before an ambush, they weren’t cautious and fearful, the stink of death did not emit from them. They were clean, no intention of killing on them, yet. Like the rest of the townsfolk below, they were sheep, all led by their “superiors” which were sheep as well, there were nearly no wolves at these times, only a handful, yet those handful… They were dangerous, mysterious, unknown… Figures to be feared.

He shook away these thoughts from his head and returned to duty, even though his senses told him that there is nothing to fear he still had a job to do and he had to keep his wits about him and be on guard.

He looked to his left, he looked at the large building which was the Nafi’s safehouse, so easy to spot, not even hidden and yet unseen. The best hide spots are the ones which are plainly visible, that was true, and no truer example could be given. A magnificent trick and yet such a simple one. The building itself, although large and imposing was not at the best shape, some walls began to crumble, like the rest of the buildings around them no color was left, only grey, like the sky, like the citizens. It blended perfectly with the surroundings, none could suspect without previous knowledge.

A sudden gust of wind caused him to narrow his eyes in order to continue seeing. Some might’ve called it a freezing wind yet those obviously did not traverse frozen wastes for several years. They knew nothing of cold. Before his mind could return to these dark memories Fenris quickly looked around trying to find something else to focus on.

He looked down and continued watching the citizens below. They were shells, empty husks, stripped of dignity, honor, and will. Mindless fools. They were enslaved to the will of others, too weak to cry out in pain and fight for their freedom, too afraid. Fenris was like that once, no, he was not, it was someone else, it was not Fenris. He watched as people continued moving, each going to his pointless job just to return tomorrow again. They were all colorless, dead inside. Most of them would’ve killed themselves if they weren’t afraid of death more than of life. Such a mistake, death… Death was simple, forgiving, warm. It did not question one’s moral decisions or ways of life, it simply embraced you, hugged you, taking away the pain and worries. Life was the evil twin, life was harsh and unforgiving, an endless struggle which was bound to fail. If one truly wanted to be free he would embrace death, call for it, cry for it, beg for it, and when he does not fear it anymore it is then when one is free.

Again brooding dark thoughts, a grim smile spread on his scarred face, always with the brooding thoughts. Hell, he could be rich if he would’ve received coin for each dark thought that passed through his head. He sighed, damn thoughts…

His thoughts returned to the civilians once again, how could he blamed them for their inactivity, they were so drugged that they barely felt anything anyway, how could he expect them to act and revolt against the tyrannical regime, it was pitiful and yet pathetic at the same time, the government couldn’t watch them all, why didn’t any of them think about just not taking those drugs, were they so weak willed? His mixed feelings for the mindless sheep confused him, he could not understand their mentality, did they find safety in numbers or simply safety in ignorance? He could not tell and this annoyed him.

He looked to the other side of the building quickly spotting Buck, it’s not that he was hiding either but still Fenris referred to noticing him as spotting him, he referred to all prey like that. He was smiling, though he was always smiling so that was hardly surprising. Buck… Buck was one of the hardest individuals Fenris had to confront. He… He was everything that Fenris was not, he was everything that Fenris did not have, he was everything that made Fenris hate himself. A gem in a broken, degenerated and cruel society, a kind soul, an innocent child in a way. Always caring, always helping, Fenris watched him several times when he went to help the people below. Always being kind and warm, he did it so bluntly, so calmly and regularly that it made Fenris’s anger boil each time. How could one live like that, how could one still be so caring in such a dead society.

He looked at Buck and his face twisted in a snarl, his first instinct was to throw some downgrading insult at the man, spit in his face if needed, snap him out of his happiness. Yet he restrained himself, he was not an enemy, and the world did not need more brooding and depressive individuals like Fenris anyway.

He was satisfied with a simple nod towards Buck, his face emotionless trying not to betray any of his thoughts. In a way such pureness of heart nearly broke Pyotr’s will to live… He was so corrupt, he was as dead as the husks that walked the streets, the only difference was that in his death he was serving death while they were simply slowly dying without doing anything.

They were summoned, a call from Forsythe, the packleader. None could refuse, neither did anyone want to. He nodded towards Buck again, seeing if he received the message as well and then quickly gatherd the junk they left and threw it into a garbage bin. He never left traces of his presence, not even in such safe zones. After that he moved out, heading to the Nafi’s safehouse, heading anxiously, ready to discover the secrets which were kept from them upon arrival.

Everything was organized quickly and after a short delay the screen flickered on, it was the general, the head sheep, yet one disguised as wolf to show off strength. It did not fool anyone, the real wolves were they, the general, he could do nothing, only his forces did his jobs.

Finally, after the introductions and friendly talk they cut to business, finally was the purpose of the mission revealed, in it was revealed to be a challenging one. Four stages for one mission, not bad, though certainly there would be more than, things always got screwed up somehow. He sat in the darkest corner of the room, his contact lens off, his black as night eyes watched carefully everyone’s reactions. In a way that was creepy an in another… Still creepy, he knew that many found the black eyes disturbing, yet he did not care, he found them quite intriguing especially when no one knew the cause for it.

Naturally his body began to create his chameleonic camouflage, he noticed this process yet he did not do anything to stop it. If his opinion was needed he would be asked, until then he will watch, invisible, silent. Still, it would be a glorious hunt for a great cause.

Lord Ramo 11-29-11 01:20 PM

Holly stared through a sea of bodies, her eyes focused on the targets in front of her. The NAFI team had been deployed in absolute secrecy to Chicago, a ACS hotspot. She moved through the crowd like water, blending perfectly into the crowd so that she could move unnoticed by any surveillance equipment the ACS had deployed. Even as she walked she kept her eyes on the CED squad, armed with non lethal weapons they would be relatively easy to take if they had spotted her.

But they hadn't, it was just another patrol, though she wasn't glad to see that they had passed for a second time in her six hour shift on sentry duty. In fact if anything it aroused her suspicion more. She itched to pull out her concealed pistol, open fire on the group, but she wouldn't dare. She was a professional, a member of the most successful Valkyrie team there was.

Holly was the third in charge of the squad, a captain. She had a responsibility to the rest of the squad. She sighed as she completed another circuit of the building, she was restless. Obviously this mission was big or else she and the rest of the squad would have the mission parameters.

However they had been kept in the dark, something which both frustrated and intrigued her. If the mission had anything to do with hurting the ACS then it was a given that Holly would do her best to ensure they hurt, after what they had done to her old squad it was the least she could do.
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"Incoming!" Holly yelled as a rocket hit near their position. The ACS had bombarded their position for the past half hour, hoping to soften the dug in NAFI team that was stalling their advance. Lt. Holly ducked behind the makeshift barricade as the explosion happened, she and the five men under her command spread along a line. The rest of the NAFI squad and their commander had the only other way the ACS could go, though they only had intermittent contact.

She recovered, aiming down her sights as the ACS began their third advance. "Book, Ice, we got incoming towards the south east building. If they get there they have overwatch on us. I want you to get there first take them out how copy?" She spoke into her mike as she took aim on the lead ACS soldier. "Roger that Spectre, moving." She heard before she opened fire, three round burst impacting on his chest and knocking him off his feet dead. Elsewhere along the line she could hear gunfire as Granite, Trojan and Shield opened fire on the ACS.
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"Unusual activity from the CED Spectre" The voice in her ear snapped her back to reality as Osiris, her sentry partner spoke up, though she couldn't see him in the crowd she knew that he would be watching them as well.

"Roger that, Osiris, it doesn't feel right seeing how we don't even know the mission yet. Keep an eye on them, if they come back again then we'll inform Odin that we may have been compromised." She replied, keeping an eye on them as well.

"I agree, but I wish I knew why we were here, I hope they have nothing to do with it, its not like Odin to keep us in the dark." Came his reply, but before she could answer she received a message from Odin, "Nightstalkers, asssemble for briefing in 5 minutes."

Holly turned, heading down one-side of the building. She went round back and went in the back entrance, just in case they were being watched and she headed to the briefing room, knowing that Osiris had already gotten the message. Now maybe was time to find out why they were here in the first place.

She entered the command room, taking a seat with the others before a big screen in front of them flickered into life. The general appeared on screen, speaking to the Colonel before outlining the mission. Holly stared at the screen, could it be that they were going to end it all?! Finally they would take out the ACS and the other enemies of the NAFI, finally she would get here revenge.

Buck let out an excited whoop, obviously pleased with the mission. Holly snarled as she turned to him, "Stow it Buck, its not over yet." She nodded at Odin before turning and moving out of the room. She headed to check on her gear, as she analysed what she had just been told. If they were successful it would be a masterstroke for the NAFI, and a chance to avenge the five names tattooed on her back.
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Holly ducked back into cover as she pulled out her side arm, her palidium core in her assault rifle had been used up, as had her shotguns. She was down to her cybernetic implants and pistols. Trojan dove into cover next to her as gunfire flew over her cover. "Spectre, Ice says they are bringing up more ordnance, has the commander told us to fall back yet?" She shook her head at him before answering "Trojan, tell Shield, Ice and Book to dig in the building. We need to hold that or we are all screwed."

She was thrown off her feet a second later, a huge explosion taking up her sight and she could barely hear over the explosion. She rolled off her back, standing up slowly as she turned to survey the damage. She could see Trojan and Granite, both getting to their feet near her, the building to the south east was nothing but rubble.

She had three men in that, and now they were gone, a second shell from artillery taking out the remains of it. She screamed her anger out as she opened fire with her pistols at shadowy shapes, ACS soldiers taking cover as three of their numbers were gunned down.

Granite rushed over to her, grabbing her and pulling her back, Trojan laying down covering fire. She let him lead her away for a moment, before her hearing returned. "Trojan pull back, we need to regroup." She said hoarsely as Granite let go of her, both of them covering Trojans retreat. "Negative Spectre, I'm hit bad. You go to the fall back point, I'll buy you some time." Came the reply, Granite ushering her away from towards the Fall back point.
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Five names on her back, Book, Ice, Shield, Trojan and Granite.


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