Unknown Motives

[CreepColony]

Unknown Motives

This Online Roleplay is based upon an old fanfic written by me and a lot of great individuals which were members of a great modification forum for the game DeusEx. These guys were all smart, funny and just darn right great to talk to from time to time.

Primary Background Information:

The year is 2021. Terrorism has exploded to asinine proportions and not a single person in the world is safe from harm. A technology, that may have offered hope to all the souls around the word has emerged. This technology, is known as "nano-tech." It was quickly developed into a weapon, which practically everything has ever been developed to a military use as we know. Created by joint operations within the UN was a special force designed to combat terrorism effectively. These nano enhanced super soldiers had a myriad of abilities at their disposal and could easily out do anything thrown at them with extremely low casuality rates. Terrorist worked openly everywhere across the globe, even in the backyards of American families. Once these super soldiers were implimented into the fight against terrorism, there was an uneasy peace. Everything slowly began to prosper again, and the governments took a hard look at what they had created.

It was seen... as a threat. Nanotech soldiers were quickly hunted and either captured for "rehumanization" or death. Believe me... you'd want the death a lot more than the other. All nanotechnology was quickly recalled and destroyed in an attempt to rid themselves of situations which they did not want to be in. Even practical uses... such as nanotechnology in medical fields was recalled in hopes that no evil would get their hands on it and poison its true helpful nature. But anyway, back to the nano soldiers. A lot of them were murdered by the reformed armies of the UN. But... some managed to survive. They were sent into isolation and were seen as enemies of the state... no correction, the entire damned globe.

Current Events of the Timeframe
2010 -
Scientists of the newly construction company Versalife create the first major applied science of nanotechnology.

Versalife creates a "Universal Constructor" which is a giant device which uses nanotechnology to produce countless objects... and living matter.

A man thought to be dead... of a heart attack was revived when special medical nanites were introduced into his blood stream.

2011 -
The Nano Detonation Device was created. This is basically a nuke that doenst just destroy living matter... it has a spherical blast radius which "eats" everything from bricks to dirt. Leaving a giant hole in the earth.

2015 -

Terrorism begins its mad rise of power, millions will die in the following years, and a worldwide depression sets in.

Development of the "Nano-Tech Soldiers" begins.

2016 -

"Gifted" children are selected from the populations around the globe. Nothing is heard of them again...

2017 -

Nanotech soldiers are utilized by the worldwide armies to hamper the rise of terrorism signifocantly.

2018 -

Out of nowhere... California is hit by an earthquake of massive magnitude. It happened ahead of time that the scientists predicted it would naturely occure. Could this have been the work of tampering with the fault line by use of some type of whicked device of massive destruction potential?

2019 -

Terrorism is back to what it used to be... cells striking randomly at key targets... slaughtering civilians. "Situation under control." (vile governments...)

2020 -

The nanotech soldiers are seen as a threat which must be dealt with, civilian angst and government officials belive the nanotech soldiers should be "quilled."

Thus the revolution begins...

Okay, here's where you guys come in. :D

Character creation:

There are a variety of "Nanotech soldiers" which you can chose from:
CommCore
AggressorCore
StealthCore
HybridCore

CommCore Specifics:
This strain of nanotech soldiers are the intelligent "commanders." They have extremely over the top problem solving skills, very calculative and intelligent. They tend to be neat freaks whom stay away from things such as alchohol because it can extremely screw up their systems. You know how people only use ten percent of their brains? These cats utilize like 30%. :D
Augmentations:
Neural Interlink (computer hacking)
Power Recirculator
Vision Enhancement
EMP Shockwave (Can disable electrical equipment... and short circuit... stuff)
Speed Enhancement
Aqualung (breathe underwater longer)
Augmentation Glow: Yellow

AggressorCore Specifics:
These guys are built for ass kicking. They are generally buff in stature and can handle a heavy machinegun like its a little sidearm. They can take a good beating because of their augmentations and they can give it out like there's no tomorrow. They arent that bright... think a person with something a little higher than a highschool education. They live and breath bullets people...
Augmentations:
Aggressive Defense System (blows up rockets before they hit them)
Targetting (gives the user statistics about their target, like health and can increase weapon efficiancy)
Ballistic Protection (bullets hurt less)
Combat Strength (you dont want to get in a fight with this cat when he has this on)
Power Recirculator
Regeneration
Environment Resistance (stuff like radiation wont hurt when this is active)
Augmentation Glow: Red

StealthCore:
My personal favorite... these gentlemen are designed for the silent kills... the assassinations, reigning death down before they have time to react. They are kind of distant from reality at times. They are trained to be quiet and you only know they're there when they want you to know.
Augmentations:
Cloak
Run Silent
Speed Enhancement
Regeneration
Augmentation Glow: Blue

HybridCore:
Early development projects... these guys are kind of the loony bins of the bunch. They are attempts by scientists to crossbreed the nanoCore types. Such as an aggressorcore with speed enhancement. They work... for say... but come with VERY disturbing side effects. What those effects are, are for the "Player" to decide.
Augmentations:
Crossbreed augmentations.
Augmentation Color: Green

"wtf is augmentation color?" Well, we all decided it would be cool if the nanoabilities of our characters were shown when the character experienced something tramatic or what not. Something like pain, worry, or excitement would make their veins glow that color. (We wrote this before Red Faction 2... so be quiet! lol)

My Character:
Name: Gage Owens
Core Type: StealthCore
Augmentations:
Run Silent
Cloak
Regeneration
Speed Enhancement
Age: 23 (your ages will range from 19... bear minimum youngest... to something like mid 20's)
Armaments: Sniper Rifle, and two berrettas.
Appearance: Gage Owens is 6'0 and weighs in at about 180 pounds. He is not the bulkiest of men, but he's pretty strong for his body type. He has dark brown hair, with brown eyes to boot. He sports a black jacket which he usually wears, a blue vest, and blue pants. He generally has on a body holster which has harnesses for his pistols on his thighs and a holster on his back for his rifle. His hair is kind of messily spiked and usually wears somewhat of week old facial hair with a goatee only on his chin.
Background Info:
Gage Owens was a son of a nanotech scientist. His family lived in the Colorado mountain regions. His father was married but bore only Gage. The facility where his father worked was in Cheyanne mountain no less. He grew up kind of sheltered and distant... you know like a dark weirdo kid in school everyone would notice and be like "who's that guy?" Well, Gage was "introduced" into the nanotech soldier program. He was one of the very first StealthCore operatives and was chosen for reasons unknown to anyone. But they wanted him in the program... bad. His father objected because he did not want his son involved in the work he did. Because he knew it was sometimes quite... filthy. Well guess what happened to Gage's dad? Murdered. Gage was put into the program that night at the age of 18. Gage knows none of this. His memory is whiped for some reason. Although all the other NanoCores know of their history... Gage doesnt for some reason, was this intentional of the scientists? Who knows.

I want to see if anyone is interested in this first, then I'll start the story up. There are still a lot of plot related things to be revealed... but that will come later.
Wow... I hope this looks alright. I think some of it might not make sense because the last time I wrote about all this... I was presenting to a crowd which was admirably involved in DeusEx. Which this story is highly based on. I have a feeling if this kicks off, I'm going to be doing a lot of explaining about some of the stuff I wrote already...

[Vhaeraun]

hmm. Nicely written story. Normally, I don't like joining an RP by someone who doesn't have RP experience that I've seen. However, I have to make a charrie like this ^_^

Name: Justin "Psycho" Holmes
Core Type: HybridCore
Augmentations:
Run Silent
Ballistic Protection
Combat Strength
Regeneration
Speed Enhancement
Age: 22
Armaments: Dual M-249 SAW, with a massive bandolier with more bullets than he's ever gonna use
Appearance: 6'8" 260 lbs. Justin is a hulk. He can take nearly any man with his bare hands, but rather enjoys seeing their blood splattered across a wall. He has black hair, with stunning gold eyes.
Background Info: Justin is a madman. Put in prison for killing a group of SWAT members, he was "drafted" for the nanotech soldier program when he was 20. He was originally made as an AgressorCore member, but someone had a sense of humour and decided to throw in StealthCore augmentations. This crossbreeding of programs has thrown Justin into a state of lunacy. He became a psychopath, in every sense of the word. He has been known to discard his weaponry, and run straight at his foes, not stopping until everyone of them is dead. When he gets attacked, he enters a trance-like state, and goes into a type of berserk. Justin is a modern-day berserker, although he cannot enter a rage willingly. He doesn't talk about his past much, but from the way he changes subject so quickly, it is thought he didn't have a very good childhood.

I will rather enjoy this character if this ever gets going. I do hope it is good enough ;)

[Nickodemus]

Damn V, I was thinking on those lines, but i shall have to retoool something. I'm still going "orkie" just not as much.... ill get back to it though

[Protoss_Honor]

I will join this! I wanna be a cookoo hybrid! One question CC, do we get to pick the abilities our hybrid has?

[Nickodemus]

woo hoo. cucu for coco puffs

[Raging-Fury]

Name: Darryl Star
Core Type: HybridCore
Hybrid Mix: CommStealth
Augmentation:
Cloak
Run Silent
Speed Enhancement
Aqualung
Regeneration
Vision Enhancement
Age: 26
Weapons: G-36, Shoulder Holstered Berretta 93-R, Walther WA2000 strapped to back, Throwing knives strapped to thigh, Tanto Combat Knife strapped to belt.
Appearance: 6'0" with black hair, and ice blue eyes, has a pair of sunglasses on most of the time with non-reflective surfaces, also wears combat camo suited to the area he is in. Has a scar from chin to below the eye. Wears hair in corn-rows.
Bio: Darryl grew up in the Georgian mountains hunting and fishing, and was very talented in school excelling in all of his classes. He was singled out for the CommCore due to his talent in school, but even after the enhancements he did not bear the capacity to correctly carry all of the necessary talents required of that field. He was then transferred over to the StealthCore since he had a basic knowledge of how to hide and shoot, The StealthCore enhancements along with the Commcore enhancements his body could hold made him a deadly Hybrid, bearing enhanced vision and the ability to submerge for long periods of time on top of the stealth skills.

[CreepColony]

I will join this! I wanna be a cookoo hybrid! One question CC, do we get to pick the abilities our hybrid has?

yeah you do... and dang, I'm gonna be dealing with a whole heck of a lot of psychos here! lol.

Only CommCores, StealthCores, and AggressorCores have set augmentations. None of you guys like the set classes? :(

[Raging-Fury]

Well logically i think a hybrid would stand a better chance than a set ability unit, a set ability would be easily counterable by the scientists who designed them, however a hybrid would have better survivability through unpredictability, plus some of the abilities are too cool not to have

[CreepColony]

Very nicely said. The Hybrid Core is something I introduced into this story alone, the story originally written (then obliterated after 10+ pages by an uh... "Forum Reset" but I have a little bit of it saved on a microsoft document) only had the three set classes. You see, their abilities are supposed to comliment eachother, so that they all together make a multipurpose unit. I'm gonna clarify here that the reason everyone was together in our previous story was because we were all members of "Units" or "Squadrons" that had a balanced number of each Core type to compliment eachother. They are the survivors of their unit and eventually find eachother because of their uniqueness in the virtually nanotechnology strickened world. When I make the first post pertaining to the actual story after the cast is set, a lot more will be explained on this sort of thing, and the general plot. I hope I do good with this... I see that I even cought the eye of someone whom wouldnt usually subscribe to a newbie's story! I'm flattered here... :D

[ZeroCross]

I think everyone wants the ability to cloak, with increased strength, and increased mindpower, and pretty much the best of all three worlds. I think to limit possible godmodding, you should not allow hybrid class to be a playible class. Force the players to choose certain specialty classes, and the players will have to reley on each other. If everyone can do the same things equally well, everyone could go about whooping ass without a care for teamwork or cooperation between players.

In any case, I will not be joining this RP. Although it sounds more fuggin' awsome then a barrel of pirate ninjas, I am overloaded with too many RPs at the moment, about 9 or 10, and it takes me like half the day on average just to get through and post once in them. And if the forum gets on a busy day, oooohh, boy, I'm at my computer all day on this forum. >,<

[Vhaeraun]

I think everyone wants the ability to cloak, with increased strength, and increased mindpower, and pretty much the best of all three worlds. I think to limit possible godmodding, you should not allow hybrid class to be a playible class.

First off, my character does not have increased mind power. I am Stealth/AggressorCore hybrid, and Raging-Fury has Comm/StealthCore Hybrid And, I don't think anyone asked for your opinion on this. He set it up how he wanted to, so don't go questioning the judgement of the GM.

Creep, can't wait till this starts. ;)

[CreepColony]

let's be fair to ZeroCross, he does have a point about the cloak and increased mind stat thing. But, let me clarify... a CommCore's UNIT TRAIT is the ability to be extremely intelligent. The Hybrid does not gain this trait, he only gets the augmentations the CommCore is aloud to use because of his strain. So it goes something like this:

CommCore: Extremely Intelligent
AggressorCore: Extremely Strong
StealthCore: They are a special sort of "primary trait" they would be a guy that you would get in a fight with and you'd think "pfft, this guy looks weak" then out of nowhere he knocks you out in three punches. So its like:

Nerd
Jock
Loner :P

Hybrids now... they would be one of the countless people you see on the street. Just a normal ordinary looking person, but everyone has a few skeletons in their closets! Hybrids have a hard time controlling themselves all the time because their "strains of nanites" are in conflicts with eachother, meaning when the Stealthcore strain is going to the mind to engage cloak the AggressorCore nanites are becoming active and moving into the abdominal to engage Ballistic Protection. Meaning their bioelectrical reserves which power the augmentations (man, thats ripped straight from DX) will drain a lot faster, and the Hybrid will experience pain because of the "blockup" within their bloodstream. So, they are average intelligence, and average build and kind of off the main stream because of their inner conflicts.

If this makes more sense its because its being written at 4PM instead of 4AM, which the innicial post was written at. Hmm... I'm sorry if some of this stuff is coming far to late :(

[Protoss_Honor]

I am thinking maybe something like comm/agressor then we would have all the bases covered.

Name: Bret "Trip (short for Tripped out)" Harper
Age: 25
Core Type: Hybrid Core
Hybrid Mix: CommAggressor Core
Augmentation:
EMP Shockwave
Neural Interlink
Speed Enhancement
Power Recirculator
Ballistic Protection
Combat Strength
Regeneration
Appearance: 6'6'' 230 lbs black hair and half silver half black eyes. I don't mean one balc and one silver, I mean each eye is half black and half silver colored. He wears
Weapons: A sniper rifle with a 20x zoom, an automatic shotgun, a berretta, a 15 inch long knife strapped to his leg, and a swiss army knife with all the accessories. He has several magazine clips in various pockets and several ammo belts strapped to his waist and diagonally across his chest. He also carries a tazer. He is also a master at hand to hand combat (is this to much?)
Bio: Bret was born in Calfornia. He went to school, got excellent grades, worked out alot, took many martial arts classes and excelled in all of them, he was also a computer whiz, but he didn't have many friends. He wasn't exactly a loner, but he wasn't the life of the party either. When he was 18 he joined the marines. He was only in the marines for 4 years, but he rose through the ranks quickly. When he left the Marines, he held the rank of Sergeant Major. While in the Marines, he trained with and excelled at most every weapon avaliable. He was chosen by Commcore, while still a marine, originally to be an AggressorCore, but because of his computer knowledge and plain all around knowledge, he was chosen to be a HybridCore, and he was also given CommCore augmentations. After becoming a hybridcore, he started tripping out some (hence the nickname), going a little crazy all the time. Everybody got to calling him Trip which was short for tripped out. He also seemed to have developed a sense of humor after becoming a HybridCore. Before that t time, he had never told a single joke, but after becoming a hybrid core, jokes came like a rushing river. when he was using the speed enhancements, every now and then his speed would just take a great boost, and he would go way beyond the limits of his enhanced speed. But the speed boosts only lasted for a short time and then he went back within normal speed enhancement limits. He can just barely control these boosts, and is learning to control them more all the time.

(ooc) What do you think of it? is it too much? too little? Am I god-modding in any way? If so Please tell me and I shall fix it.


a pic of the swiss army knife: http://www.travelgear.com.au/images/PL-K545300.gif


EDITED THIS AND ADDED MORE INFO AND THE WEAPONRY

[CreepColony]

Okay, everyones supposed to know this: There's an organization thats sort of like... a survival group intent on helping nanotech people. Everyone recieves a message from this organization via a personal contact of an individual. The organization is based in Seattle, Washington. They have extensive knowledge about us, and it took them a while to find were we are at the current place and time. (IE, the stuff you guys wrote just dubbed down to a more technical aspect) Well, here we go... I'll start off:

The place is Superior, Colorado. The time... somewhere around 1AM. What day is it? That's a figment of your imagination that I have any sort of clue as to what day it is. I could ask one of the other slobs here at this bar beside me drinking down past experiences but that would take a little effort on my part, wouldn't it? One thing I do know, is that Colorado may be the answer to some of the questions I have about my life. You see, I don't particularly remember much about what I've been through before I became a wanted criminal. Ha, its funny... I was once proclaimed a hero that battled back the terrorist oppression, and now it seems that I'm right next to them. I'm a terrorist now... in the eyes of the government and whatever special interest groups that want me slaughtered. Hero to Zero... look at me, sitting here in this bar when I should be out there finding answers, trying to stay alive. You know, the few friends I once had tried to tell me: you need to get out of Colorado, Gage, you can't stay in one place for long.

Well... I didn't listen, and maybe if I did that would have kept them alive. I know sitting here and wallowing in self hatred isn't good for a guy that has thousands of people vieing for his blood. But you know... I don't give a damn right now. I love this bar here... it's been the best buddy I could ever have... and it actually stays alive. The good ol Sol's Bar And Grill, best friends forever! The place is just a little hole in the wall somewhere in downtown Superior... wooden walls, a big bar in the center, various bar stools strone about. Tables scattered about the already cramped spaces where people attempt to ingest the "food" they serve. Fake plastic plants lining the walls, with various strange trinkets suspended above them on the walls. The run of the mill stop signs, antlers, neon beer signs constantly humming through the bar chatter; classic little Irish pub I'd have to say.

Someone sat down beside me, and I could see through my perephrial vision the guy kept eye balling me and looking into his coat. Another idiot thinking he has what it takes to take me out. God... I hate mercenaries. It seems like these guys grow on trees and the "Interest Groups" just pluck them off and throw them at me when I'm not looking. I put my hand into my vest and quietly unclasped my chest holster. But, the guy said out of nowhere "that won't be necessary, Owens. Take this... and I'll be on my way. I promise... I am not an enemy." He looked at me... winked and walked out. Fuck! Does he expect me to trust him? I'm sure this paper is somehow rigged to blow once I untape it.

Excuse that... the beer must have been talking.

I took the note, and scurried for the door after the man. When I got outside, he was nowhere to be seen. The classic disappearing act, all I could do is let loose a minor cackle. I looked left up the sidewalk... then right, and opened the note. As I earlier noted, my theory of exploding paper was quickly put to rest. The note read as follows:

"Time is short. If you want to help we strongly suggest you take the minor information provided within this document and act upon it post-haste. Our operation is located in Seattle, Washington on the outskirts of the New City Sector. If you choose to accept, you will have the oppertunity to meet your fellow nano-augmented individuals who survived the Cleansing. There is a great threat on the virge of being let lose upon civil society... and only you can help us. Go to Seattle, Washington and dial EKKO on the nearest phone. You will be collected soon afterwords."

My fellow nano-augmented individuals? That sounds like the catch they want to get me with aparently. Well, to be honest... I've been the death of a lot of these guys, and I on normal cercomstances wouldn't even consider this. But... you know, I'm pretty close to getting drunk off my rocker, and pretty bored. I think I need to check into this. Let's hope I don't get anyone killed this time. But, I must digress... let's head to the apartment.

Ah yes... the old living quarters. My salvation from the world at large. My... puny little shack... which I pay for for some reason. One bedroom, a living room/kitchen and a bathroom. I try to keep it clean... but the "natural" demons which are not caring and slobbyness get in the way. In the closet of the bedroom... I have myself a little cache of fun. My rifle... my other berretta, my bioelectric cells*, and my gear. Time to suit up... and get ready for another outing in the day of a Terrorist.

Time to make my way to Seattle... I would say wish me luck, but that would be crazy... wouldn't it?

*- Bioelectric cells are ripped right from DeusEx. They recharge your bioelectrical levels when you're using augmentations. Which means, it wouldnt be smart to use ALL your augs at once, because your energy would be gone in like... a second. Then you'd have to waste a cell because you thought you were a "Super Augger!"

EDIT: btw, do you guys think this should be written in first or third person perspective? As you can see... I did first person. Tell me what ya think, alrighty?

[Protoss_Honor]

(ooc)I dunt care, though most people do use third person, it is up to you. I like third person myself.

(ooc) I dunt understand, I thought we all worked for the people who made us into the Cores? Why are we on the streets? Please clear this up for me so I can post correctly. Thanks.


EDITING!!!

[CreepColony]

I guess in my disoriented 4 AM first post didn't clarify that enough. I thought I said that the government saw the nanoaugs as a threat after the uneasy peace settled in. The whole "what if?" Thing sat into their minds and they decided they needed to exterminate what they had created before it gets out of hand.

[Protoss_Honor]

Bret "Trip" Harper
Hybrid Core
CommAggressor Core
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Bret wandered around the city of Burbank California, on his usually morning walk. He walked down the street and turned and entered a building. Sams Sandwiches, Bret's favorite place to eat. He saw a medium height black haired blue eyed caucasion male at the counter. "Heeeeyyyy! Sammyyyy! Howzit my friend!" Bret exclaimed cheerfully.
"I'm okay," Sam replied, "But the wife has the flue."
"Oh, thats to bad, well, tell that beautiful chick I said to get better fast."
"Will do. The usual?"
"Of course bosso."
"One chicken on wheat with pickels lettuce and mayo a Cream soda and Lays, coming up. Oh, by the way, since this is your thousandth sandwich, you get it on the house."
"You're to good to me Sammy boy."
"Hey only the best for my best customer. You keep me in business this is my way to say thanks."
"Hey, it's only because you make the best damn sandiwches in the whole world."
"What would you know? You have never even been out of Burbank."
"Uh, yeahh." Bret sad his voice dropping a little. Sammy didn't know about his past life as a Core.
"Hey? Whats the matter?" Sam said noticing Bret's expression.
"Ah, nothing, just thinking." Bret said, his voice heading back toward its usual tone.
"Thinking eh? Well dont do it to hard, you might hurt yourself. Hey!" He said as he duck to avoid the thrown salt shaker. "Hey dont be throwin stuff, or I will make you pay double for this sandwich."
"You wouldn't dare, I keep you in business."
"True, True, but, I've always wanted to close this place down and open up a hardwar store. I cant while you still come here though." Sam said jokingly.
"Heh, then maybe I should just leave and let you open your hardware store." Bret replied with the same hint of humor in his voice.
"Good idea, doors behind you. You can leave anytime."
"Hey, hurry up with that sandwich will you. I am starved."
"Well, if you would stop talking to me, I would be able to get it done."
"Fine." Bret closed his mouth and waited for Sammy to finish his sandwich. Bothe the occupants looked up when they heard the bell on the door ring. A shady looking guy with brown hair and a brown coat walked in.
"Be with you in a minute." Sam said.
The guy didn't even aknowledge him as he walked over to where Bret was sitting. Bret knew he was a wanted man, and this guy was probably here to collect a reward. Bret reached into his coat for his gun, with his left hand, while starting bending down and reaching with his right hand for his knife. "Your weapons will not be necessary. I am here just to give you a message. Then I shall leave."
"Uh huh, I'll believe that when your gone." Bret said, still in position to bring his weapons out as quickly as possible. "Put the message on that table right there then leave."
"Of course." the stranger said.
All the time this was going on, Sam was moving closer to the telephone, he had reached and was about to pick it up and dial when the the stranger turned and said, "That won't be necessary Mr. Sloan. I will be leaving shortly."
Sam didn't move his hand from over the phone. "Very well, if it makes you feel better." the stranger said.
"Hey," Bret said, "Put the note down and leave. Now."
"Very well, if you insist, I was hoping to try a sanwich before I left."
Bret motioned at Sam with his head, and Sam moved away from the phone, got Bret's sandwich, wrapped it up and said to the the stranger, "Here, take it and leave." and he tossed the sandwich to the guy. The man caught it and tucked in under his arm and set the note down on the table. "How much is it?" he asked Sam, reachins his free arm behind his back.
"DON'T!" Bret warned as he grabbed the butt of his gun. "Take the sandwich and leave. Now."
"Very well, thank you for the sandwich." he said to Sam as he turned around and left.
After the stranger had left, Sam looked at Bret, "waht was all that about?"
"Nothing Sammy."
"Since when do you carry guns?"
"I always have."
"Hmm, I guess ther is more to you then meets the eye."
"How right you are."
"Care to talk about it?"
"I would, but I can't. It's confidental."
"I see."
"hey, could you make my sandwich already?"
"I did, remeber, you wanted me to give it to him."
"Oh yeah, well then, could you make me another."
"Fine, sure, but this one isn't free."
"Whatever."
"Hey, you gonna read that message? Or just let it lie there?"
"I guess I should read it." Bret admitted as he got out of his chair and slowly walked to the note. He reached down, picked it up gently, opened it, and read it.
"Time is short. If you want to help we strongly suggest you take the minor information provided within this document and act upon it post-haste. Our operation is located in Seattle, Washington on the outskirts of the New City Sector. If you choose to accept, you will have the oppertunity to meet your fellow nano-augmented individuals who survived the Cleansing. There is a great threat on the virge of being let lose upon civil society... and only you can help us. Go to Seattle, Washington and dial EKKO on the nearest phone. You will be collected soon afterwords."
After reading the note, he ripped it into pices, crumpled the pieces up, and threw them away. He turned to Sammy, "Hey Sammy, hold on the sandwich, I got to go. I will probably be gone a while, but dont you dare close this place down. Add another sandwich to my tab every day."
"Will do friend." Sam said as he watched Bret turn and walk out the door. "Good luck, stay safe." he said quietly.
Bret walked back to his apartment and brought out his equipment. He berreta, knife and swiss army knife were already on him, so he grabbed his shotgun, sniper rifle his several extra magazine clips ammo belts, his tazer and his bio electric cells (I am guessing all of us have them.). "On to Seattle." he said as he prepared to leave.



(ooc0 DUe, how are we getting to Seattle, We cant go on planes, all our weapons would be found and we would be arrested.

[Raging-Fury]

Darryl Star
Hybrid Core
CommStealth
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Darryl sat in his favorite chair reading the paper and sipping a beer with the T.V. on in the background when the phone rang. "Hello?" Darryl asked in a gruff voice when he picked up the receiver.
"Hey Darryl! It's Tommy down at the bank, Sue just called in sick and we need you to fill her shift for us, think you can be here in 10 minutes?" he asked in a cheerful tone.
"Ya, sure, but It may end up bein 15-20 minutes, still ok?" Darryl asked back as he stood up from his chair to get dressed.
"Ya, that shouldn't be a problem, just try to hurry ok?" Tommy said back.
"No problemo, See you in 20," Darryl replied putting the receiver down as he pulled his workpants up and fastened the belt.
Ten minutes later freshly shaved and dressed Darryl climbed into his car and drove off to work. He arrived and his boss sent him over to work the window where he stepped up and attempted to help the cars that drove through.
After about two hours of this a large black SUV pulled through the line and opened the window sending a peice of paper through the vacuum. Darryl reached out and grabbed the pod pulling out the peice of paper and realizing it was not a check he turned on the intercom. The driver spoke first however saying "Darryl Star, the message you now hold in your hand is for you, your instructions are in the note. Goodbye for now." With that the mysterious car drove off leaving Darryl to wonder what it was he was holding.
Darryl opened the note and read the contents. It read: Time is short. If you want to help we strongly suggest you take the minor information provided within this document and act upon it post-haste. Our operation is located in Seattle, Washington on the outskirts of the New City Sector. If you choose to accept, you will have the oppertunity to meet your fellow nano-augmented individuals who survived the Cleansing. There is a great threat on the virge of being let lose upon civil society... and only you can help us. Go to Seattle, Washington and dial EKKO on the nearest phone. You will be collected soon afterwords.
Darryl quickly folded the note and placed it in his pocket upon completing the quick read through. It had been quite some time since he had gotten the call. That however did not stop him from practicing his skills and using the augmentations and apparently it was time to use them for real once more.
Darryl quickly left the bank throwing a quick excuse at his boss about a relative dying and him learning at the window and needing some vacation time as he jumped in his car. He sped off towards his apartment and quickly opened a secret section of his closet where he pulled out three duffel bags containing his gear which he quickly piled into his trunk and began the drive to Seattle.

[Protoss_Honor]

Bret Trip Harper
Hybrid Core
CommAggressorCore
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Bret wearing a darkbrown pilots jacket, and carrying a red and blue helmet, walked out of his apartment into the hallway, and proceeded down the hall toward the elevator. He entered the elevator and pressed the button for the parking garage. The elevator slowly started moving, picking up speed as it went past each floor. Finally, it stopped at the garage, and the doors opened. Bret walked over to his motercycle, a silver, black and blue 1980 Honda Hawk CB400T. He put in the key, turned on the ignition, pressed the acceleration pedal slightly, put it in reverse, and backed out of the parking space. Once he had fully backed out, he switched it to drive, and pressed the accelerator down and rode out of the garage. When he reached the curb, he stopped, looked both ways, then pulled out onto the street and headed for the freeway. He came to the intersection past his apartment, and stopped for the light. When it turned green, he sped forward down the road. He passed four more intersections, before coming to the onramp that would take him in the direction of Seattle. He got on the freeway, and sped up to the speedlimit, being careful not to go much higher then it, even thought he was being passed by every car, along the way. He didn't want to be pulled over by the CHP for anyreason whatsoever, he couldn't let them find out what he was. He continued along the freeway, heading for his destination. He was on his way to Seattle.



(ooc) What now Creep? What happens next?