Six Trillion

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Welcome to the Six Trillion Project. This study, funded by private companies, is pursuing the creation of the ultimate part-man, part-machine. From nano-enhanced blood cells, to completely robotic limbs, hundreds have been “recruited” and “modified” by the top scientists of Six Corps. Although the program has been going swimmingly, some suspect foul play after several cyborgs go missing during a test...

Name:
Gender and age:
Faction: (There are currently three factions: Six Corps. workers, who manage the project, and do whatever else the Board of Directors may ask of them, and Cyborgs, who are the people who have been modified by Six. There are also the UN peacekeepers, who are investigating Six Corps and their suspicious actions, most notably "Project Apocalypse". The most recent faction to pop up are the employees of Rivertech, a rival of Six Corps who also produce war robots. They and Six have a long history of spying on each other, as long as other shady "business practices". New sides may come up later.)
Appearance:
Modified parts: (Only applicable to cyborgs.)
Back story:

New players are always welcome, if you need any help with the storyline, just ask, and you'll be given any help you need and an opening for an entrance. Oh, and with all the factions popping up and things happening all over the place, you are permitted to control a couple of minor characters, and make a more than one main character.

Plot Synopsis
Six Corps. Board member Peter Chandler and ex-soldier, current Six Trillion volunteer Peter Zanovich have been assigned to take a Project Apocalypse, an autonomous machine which has perfectly mimicked the form of a human, on a test run. During the test, the team was captured by the UN Peacekeepers, although they were able to escape the rooms they were kept in. After gathering outside the complex's parking garage with an old accomplice of Chandler's, Guram Osadze, the group was accosted by a team deployed by rival company Rivertech. In the ensuing gunfight, Chandler was shot by a man identified only as Unit 1. A peacekeeper named Eric Price, along with two teammates, helped the Six team escape to a hospital. The Rivertech team let them go, instead taking the opportunity to destroy the UN building and frame Chandler and Price for the murder of a Six Corps board member. The peacekeepers and Six team saw a news report on this, after Chandler revealed his and Guram's past with Six (http://forum.vgcats.com/showthread.php?p=346102&highlight=Billion#post346102). With the local authorities alerted and Apocalypse having taken the opportunity to get away from the group, they split up to escape the authorities. Guram and peacekeepers Greeson and Carlson took the sewers to Guram's van, where they stocked up on weaponry, while Price and Chandler jumped across roofs to the library Apocalypse escaped to. Here, they broke in on Rivertech agent Helios' interrogation of Apocalypse, who ran away. Price left in pursuit of Apocalypse, Chandler following after when Rivertech agent Marcus Harris arrived on the scene. Price and Chandler are now trying to make their way back to the others, with Harris' accomplice Will in pursuit, as Apocalypse got captured by her creator, Mark Stone, while trying to recharge. The UN finally responded to the destruction of their headquarters by deploying helicopters to find the group of fugitives. These they managed to avoid. Stone and Apocalypse were attacked by Helios, who left Stone and kidnapped Apocalypse. The fugitives managed to save Stone and rescue Apocalypse from Helios, however, taking the plane Stone took to escape to the Ukraine. Stone was dropped off at England.
[Warning: The storyline of Six Trillion is very, very complex. It is highly suggested you read over the whole thing. I recognize that some people won't have the time, which is why I provide this summary-Just don't be surprised when something/someone you missed is referred to.]

[Ronster]

Name: Peter Zanovich.
Gender and Age: Male. 21.
Faction: Cyborgs.
Appearance: Peters an average guy. He has long dark hair, and is quite tall.
Modified parts: Hes left arm and legs have ben replaced with mechanics.

Backstory. When at the age of 20, Peter joined the military. Hes whole life changed when he was on a practice range. He didn't throw a grenade fast enough. It exploded into hes hand. Setting him on fire. He ended up as a critical. And was given the papers out of the military. A few months ago he was asked if he whould like to replace hes limbs with mechanical and cybernetic inplants. He said yes. Thats how he ended up here.

[Comment]

Name: Peter Chandler
Gender and age: male, 50
Faction: Six Corps.
Appearance: His hair is greying and he has very dark eyes. He wears a suit with gloves at all times.
Back story: Peter is on the Six corps. board of directors, and is the executive in charge of the Six Trillion Project. He is very formal, yet warm and likable. Strangely, however, he was not heard of often before he got on the Board. Rumour has it he bribed his way into the position, among other things.

[wolfdemon]

Name: Project Apocalypse
Age:unknown. Appears 20
Gender: Unknown. Appears a human female
Faction: Cyborgs
Appearance: Has the form of a 20 yera old human girl. However the only clolour it posseses is blue. Its skin is light blue, hair very dark blue and such. It has n other colours, only different tones of blue.
Modification: After the technologal booms and findings of very advanced technology from space and such, the military wanted a new kind of super weapon. However they couldnt make it themselves, there would be too much opposition to it. So they secretly funded and aided the six trillion to do so.
Combined with the most modern human technology and salvaged other advanced technologies, they managed to develope something called a semi biological machine. This new thing was like the top of the range super computer that the military used. But it had something much more impressive than that, it could learn and grow. This meant unlimited possibilities for this machine, it could become a computer, learning to hack and control anything day by day. Or a war machine capable of rendering all other electronic equipments on the field useless. Every bit of it is artificial, but it is very similar to the organisms, it doesnt have physical components such as cpus within it, each of its cells is like a highly sophsticated machine.
Background: It started to begin as just a hovering blue sphrere, size of a fist. The researchers, who have been working on it for a very long time, modified it, taught it and kept upgrading it every day.
However soon disaster struck. One day it suddenly started to slow down whilst processing and such. Then it changed its form, very much resembling a human. They never commanded it to do so, this meant it was possibly developing a mind of its own. The scientists and the workers were terrified, if it didnt have to obey them, it could easily bring down a black out to any part of the world, or more likely, even worse. Many people demanded the Project Apocalypse to be terminated and disposed of, but the military who were funding it never allowed it, threatening to black mail and such if they dared to.
Currently it is in the deepest and the most secure area of the lab. With extreme security around it, if someone knew of its existance except for the military and the head of this organisation, it would mean doom. Not even the other projects and specimens knew about it. By now it had developed its own mind completely and is capable of talking, listening, seeing and basically what a normal human can do, but much better. It is contained in a large mechanical column, watched by many guards and scientists.

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((Well, I guess that's all we're going to get for now.))

Peter walked briskly down to the lowest level of the complex. Four heavily armed guards blinked, surprised at the appearance of a Board member in the most unsafe part of the facility. He spoke into a microphone attached to the half-metre-thick blast door, and it opened abruptly. The second door, this time with a retinal scanner, behaved similarly. When he got to the third door with a fingerprint scanner, however, he signed a nearby guard to clear it for him. This was not unusual: Peter never allowed his hands to be scanned.

He stepped into the next chamber, and looked at the figure suspended in the middle.

"Hello, Apocalypse."

[Ronster]

Peter was adjusting to hes new mechanical arm in re-hab (re-hap ?). Mowing it around a little. The finger joints seemed to work perfectly, watching the joints move as hes brains commanded the hand to do everything it had to do. Just like a normal hand whould act.

"Its pretty nice...but i still say organic is better !"
Peter said as he moved hes hand around and picked up a glass, and dropped it accidentally. Shattering it.

"Ah crap...Organic was better...way better !"
Peter said and made a international gesture towards the ceiling.

[wolfdemon]

Project Apocalypse just blinked.
Then on the small screen in front of the column it read
'Hello Mr. Chandler.'
It liked having conversations with people, even though she didnt know many.
The huge mechanical column container prevented apocalypse from hacking or accessing any other kind of electrical equipment or escape.
Strangely enough, it didnt even think of escaping or such. It liked being in the container, she felt safe and she could talk to people she knew very well.
Its been 10 years since it started to develope its own conscience. 10 years ago almost 49 percent of the board wanted this thing terminated. Now they didnt mind at all, it just seemed like a harmless thing thats gonna follow every order just as long as you took care of it.

[Comment]

Peter leaned on the console in front of the pillar and looked back up at Apocalypse.

"Let me get down to brass tacks, Apocalypse - such an ominous name, hmm? You see, you're getting too expensive to house down here. 24/7 guards don't pay for themselves, and there are other... facilities that the Board wants moved down here.

"I've been sent down to tell you that you have a choice in what happens next. You can either be disassembled, cannibalized, and studied, or... you can go out for a field test."

[wolfdemon]

It blinked again and actually looked sad.
It thought it was weak and was in no position to disobey any of their orders. But it clearly didnt know what it was capable of. The scientists knew this as well, thus using it to their advantage. They could boss it around everyday and it wouldnt argue back, but once it knew how strong it was... well it truly will be apocalypse.
There was a moment of silence.
Then on the monitor it read
'field test?'

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"We send you out into the world as one of our cyborgs. The way you gather information, you surely know about our little Six Trillion project. It would be good for you to actually see some of the planet you want to know so much about."

Seeing the artificial lifeform's hurt expression, Peter sighed and rested his head in his hands.

"I don't like this any more than you do, Apocalypse. But since when did one man's opinion matter?" He straightened himself and started walking out of the room. "You'll have until tomorrow to decide. I only hope you're ready for whatever choice you make."

[wolfdemon]

One of the scientists came to Peter
"Its gonna take at least 5 hours to disconnect it from the container safely. If its succesful, it wont be able to scan, hack or gather information whilst its out of the container until it gets out of the facility, making us safe. If theres an error, it accesses all our database, looks at what it can 'play' with and it will kill us all. We need more than a day to try and find out a safe method Peter."

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Peter sighed and continued out. "Do what you can, I'll slow the rest of the Board for you. Besides, it'll take a little time to assemble the rest of her team."

He paused for one remark before the door closed behind him.

"And be sure to paint her over or something, a blue woman isn't the most inconspicuous thing around."

[wolfdemon]

The scientist's name was Mark. His surname long forgotten by people, they just called him mark. Noone knows whether thats his real name or not.
He was the leading researcher in project Apocalypse, he knew its functions and potentials, also the secret potentials that the board didnt know about.
He gazed upon the column container. Apocalypse was lying down at the corner of it, its face buried in its knees. Probably crying.
He knew it was wrong to create scientific life now, especially one such dangerous as that. On his desk was a resignation form.
Once apocalypse got out into the world, something was bound to go wrong.
He walked up to the container and whispered
"Its gonna be alright Apocalypse, just don't so anything stupid..."

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Peter made his way back up to his office. After sitting down at his desk, he got the phone and a bottle of scotch. Pouring himself a glass, he called his secretary.

"Ms. Vonk, please send Peter Zanovich to me."

"Right away, sir."

He sat back and downed his drink. This was going to be the longest day of his career, and life didn't look to be getting any better.

[wolfdemon]

Meanwhile Apocalypse was thinking about its decision.
It didnt want to die, but the outside world would seem very odd place though, plus she didnt know what it would be like at all.
Only organisms that she saw were humans, she may have read about animals, plants and such through books, but she never saw them.

[Ronster]

2 Guards came to get Peter from the ward.

"Whats happening ?"
Peter asked as he stood up.

"Come along."
The guard said and pointed Peter to the door.

"Okay...might want to tell me whats going on then ?"
Peter said and walked to the door.

"I think he will tell you."
The guard said.

Peter started walking as the guards showed the way.

[Deimos]

Name:Jeff Burman
Gender and age:Male, 19
Faction:Cyborgs
Appearance:Metal right arm, civilian clothes, white hair, blue eyes
Modified parts:Right arm made out of a new superconductive lightweight titanium. The arm can be overheated to extreme temperatures and cooled to subzero temperatures. To top it off, the arm can do superhuman things like any advanced arm would. Also has nano enhanced blood cells that keep himself from being damaged by his own arm attacks. Only the repairmen and the head honchos of Six Corps know what his arm is made of.

Backstory:After losing his arm to a horrible meat grinder accident(which isn't really accidental, for some asshole punk did it)six years ago he was given to the Six Corps. They did their thing for six years and ended up with what Jeff is today. He isn't too happy about his enhancements and rather be like all the other kids and adults who suffer from missing limbs. He was also given an education at Six Corps.

Jeff was wasting his day in the halls of the lower levels, playing with anything he could find. He was getting closer to the room Apocolypse was in. "Life is so boring when school is finally over...", he said to no one. "What was my motivation for being here, anyway? Getting back at that kid who threw me into the meat grinder on that slaughterhouse field trip?"

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Chandler looked up as Zanovich came into his office.

"Pull up a seat, Peter. You're being called out for an escort."

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One of the guards noticed Jeff nearing the doors. Just one of the younger cyborgs. Though they could get rebellious at times, they weren't any danger. He went back to his business, adjusting the rifle slung over his shoulder.

[Deimos]

Jeff looked at the guard, then to the door. "Heh heh.. this should provide a nice departure to my boredom..", he said to himself. He slowly opened the door, suprised he wasn't caught or killed by anything. He slinked into the room, laying his eyes on Apocolypse. He instinctively ducked for the shadows, observing Apocolypse. A blue girl.. how strange.. , he thought. I need to get out of here.

[Ronster]

Peter sat down slowly.

"Escort ? This soon ? Ive just recovered from surgery !"
Peter said.

"But i owe you guys my life, so ill do it if i have to."
Peter sighed.

[Comment]

"Thanks a lot, Peter. Sorry for the timing, but things have been very rushed around here as of late and we needed the first ex-soldier we could get our hands on. You'll be helping another cyborg out as she does a testing exercise. It shouldn't be anything too strenuous."

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The guard watched, unimpressed, as the kid forced his way into the broom closet next door. But this only proved that he wanted in to the secure facility. He loaded his dart gun and readied an EMP device.

((To Deimos: Sorry I had to twist things around like that, but you didn't think you were getting in without a fight, now did you? :wink: ))

[Ronster]

"Works for me."
Peter said.

"Im in, tell me more about this test ill be participating in. As long as it does not have grenades in it. Works for me."
Peter sighed and looked at hes mechanical arm, moved hes fingers and watched the iron joints move inside.

"About 1 year ago, i was on a practice range, i pulled the pin. But i timed it wrong. Soon i felt this overwhelming heat erupt in the palm of my hand, and the next thing i know im on the ground looking at the sky. The medics running around me, first i thought that some idiot accidentally shot a Willis grenade at me. Those things that burst into flames, you know. But i noticed..that i couldn't move my right leg and my left arm. I passed out. I woke up at this place 2 weeks later."
Peter said.

"You guys, saved my life, i owe you one. Thats the only reason i want to do this."
Peter sighed.

[Deimos]

"Oh, come on. It was just a movie poster!", Jeff said aloud. "Me and my imagination.. I'm out of here.", he said, opening the door then saw the guard readying his guns. "Son of a.. EMP devices are bitches..", he said, going back into the broom closet, locking the door. He planned to have the guard come investigate and bashing the door down so he could leap from under a bunch of brooms and knocking him out. Jeff didn't feel like killing anyone today.

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"I've seen a lot of nasty accidents working with this project. But what I've seen even more of is hope. You'll pull through, son."

With that, he cleared his throat. "Down to business. You'll be part of the escort for one of the cyborgs we've had around here for a while. The Board thought it was too expensive to just have her lying around, so they decided to send her out into the world. You'll be flown to South America and do a few tests there.

"I must warn you beforehand, though: she's led a very... sheltered existence. She's never seen the outside of a building, so don't be surprised if she overreacts to anything."

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The guard walked over to the door and called to Jeff. "Listen, if you come out of there right now, walk away, and don't come near this area again, I'll agree not to touch you. That's not policy, but neither of us want to fight, do we?"

[Ronster]

"South America ? I think i can handle this then, but why are we taking the other cyborg with us. I guess im not on a need to know basis."
Peter said.

"Just give me a firearm and something to protect the convoy with, and ill try my best."
Peter sighed.

"Don't worry about the other cyborg, i guess this will be easy."
Peter said.

[Comment]

"Thanks a lot, Peter. You don't know how much this helps."

At that point, the phone started ringing. Chandler looked down at the caller ID and sighed.

"I have to take a call from the CEO. Ms. Vonk will see you out."

[Ronster]

"Okay then."
Peter said and walked out of the office, turned to the left. And walked trough the corridors. And encountered a guard guarding a broom closet.

"Oh my, it must be top secret !"
Peter laughed a little.

[Comment]

Peter picked up the phone and swivelled around in his chair. Although he was popular among employees, he wasn't an object of fond attention on the Board.

"Yes, sir."
"Chandler, I got word that we won't get Project Apocalypse out of here for about three days. Is this true?"
"It is, sir. We need to give our scientists enough time to make everything safe. We don't know how much Apocalypse would find out about our operations if she - it wasn't blocked from access to our systems."
"Fine, Chandler. Just assure me that you'll have it out by the end of the week."
"I will. Was that all you wanted to discuss?"
"Just one more thing: You're going to be part of its escort."
The stunned silence stretched on for a full minute.
"Sir, you know I can't do that."
"I know you're one of the few who can. Besides access to panic buttons, we need someone we can really trust down there to keep an eye on it. And you're the best for the job physically."
"I can't go back, sir, you don't understand. I promised myself..."
"Don't make promises you can't keep, Chandler. Now, you're going on this field test and that's final. If you'll excuse me, I have a company to run."

He hung up.
"Great," said Peter. "Just when I think I'm clear, they pull me back into this mess. Maybe I was never out in the first place."

[wolfdemon]

Apocalypse was now in its dormant mode, completely unconcious, thanks to couple of emp nanobots the scientists managed to inject into its blood stream.
Whilst its sleeping they'll need to unconstruct the whole column and remove it from it safely.
So far 5/40 process have been completed, only 35 more programs to run before removing it. If it woke up during this without the scientists realizing, it could hack in and copy all the database of the compnay, or even worse, wipe out the whole database.
Apocalypse had managed to copy the whole structure of the human body, it had blood, bones and even organs, not that it needed them. All the scientists were looking at its xrays and blood analysis, surprisingly it had even copied the dna strands, only difference between it and real humans was that its dna and cells have been made out of a different material, also this thing was also a super computer at the same time. The scientists had hidden this secret from the board, it was the new age of science, it was a whole new species that they created. But the problem was that, it had the capability to classify humans obsolete.
A scientist came to Mark and whispered
"Dont you think its about time we told the board? If she goes into a civillian hospital or gets in the hands of the governm.."
"No. It'll teach us a lesson that playing God is wrong. We created it, we created life without meaning to. Now we fear that if it knows the truth, it'll render all of us useless. Its god's way of saying creating life with free will can be disastrous if we dont know the consequences."
The scientists looked at Apocalypse
"Well... Destroy all the files, but before that make a copy of each one and store it into apocalypse's database. Encrypt it and hide it, just in case. Plus when we get her out of the container, run all medical tests and such. I want to see how much she changed since 6 months ago."

[Comment]

The speaker on a nearby wall pinged.

"This is Peter Chandler. I wanted to ask what progress you were making."

[wolfdemon]

Mark picked up his phone.
"Mr. Chandler. We still got 2 days to go. We're taking down parts of the column container to try and remove apocalypse."

[Comment]

"Good, so you're on schedule. And also, could you get me any shutdown codes and such you may have been hiding from us? I'm going with her and I'll need to be prepared."

[wolfdemon]

"There is no permanenet shutdown code. There are codes to get her dormant, but its effects only last a day. On my desk here is a small mini computer, size of your palm. Thats kind of what you'd call a remote control for Apocalypse. You can use it to hack places and such through her. Also it can get her unconcious or paralyzed. Thats all we got to control her outside the container just incase. We never though we'd need her out of the container any time soon, we were clearly proven wrong."
Then he paused
"What do you mean you're going with her Mr. Chandler?"

[Comment]

"I'm to supervise and escort her through this test. If you know as much about me as I would expect you to, you shouldn't be all that surprised. Anyways, send me the remote if you please, and have her prepared, disguised, and in the main hangar by Friday. I eagerly await being able to work with your brainchild... Mr. Stone."

[wolfdemon]

Mark grinned
"I'm surprised you could remember that far Peter. May god be on your side."
He then went back to the endless list of programs to run to check if apocalypse was to be released from its container.
"Okay, Julia, Harry and Lars, you guys run these programs on her, do it fast. We only got 10 more hours until she wakes. Kim, Lang and Robert, after you copy the databes and encrypt it into her, make sure you disconnect the cables and wires in the right sequence. Matilda, you go make sure the droids are taking the column down correctly, supervise them at will. Todd, Baxter and I will uninstall and reprogramme everything. Gather back here after we remove her out of the container."

[Ronster]

Peter walked back into the ward and sat down onto a chair. Thinking about the escort.

What might be so dangerous in South America that they need to have an escort ?
Peter asked himself.

[Comment]

((Fast forward to the action!))

Friday came and Peter was pacing nervously in front of the secure doors, that being the place where the team would meet up. He had changed from his normal business suit to a green jacket and pants, made out of a tough material Six had developed years ago. His hands, now gloved in black wool, were clenched into nervous fists. While there, he struck up a conversation with a nearby guard, leaning on the door to the broom closet sucking back coffee.

"Aren't you supposed to be on duty?"
"Oh, but I am. One of the cyborgs was creeping around down here and I chased him into this here closet. He's been living off the janitor's lunches, I suppose, but he's sure to come out sooner or later."
"Why don't you go in after him?"
"Are you kidding? He'd rip off my arm and beat me with it!"

[Ronster]

Peter was walking down the corridor, adjusting to hes new Bullet proof vest, when he came upon the two.

"Youve ben sitting here for 3 days !"
Peter said.

"What is so important in that closet soldier ?"
Peter sighed.

[Comment]

"Apparently an intruder has barricaded himself in there. It's actually quite funny, I'll leave you two to talk."

Striding over to the guard's station, Peter picked up the phone. "Mark, if you're ready, feel free to send her out at anytime." In a lower voice, he added, "And if you made up a new name for her, tell me now."

[wolfdemon]

"Well, she'll be ready in 20 minutes precisely. Her new name.... I think I'll call her Artermis. I've had a liking for greek mythology and why not name my creation after a greek godess?"
He then hung up the phone with a smile.

Apocalypse, now known as artermis, now had white skin, blonde hair and blue eyes. It wasnt paint, but they did reprogramme her skin cells and such to change color and adapt. However the scientists didnt want the board and such from knowing that she was extremely human. So they decided to put her in a metallic protective suit, completely silver and was the size of one and a 1/4 average person. There would no way to look in the suit unless she disabled it and took it off.
The final process was getting Artermis used to the new suit, it did restrict her movement alot, but it offered bulletproofness and such. Plus it prevented her from performing unnecessary scans and hacks.

[Comment]

Steadying himself, Peter Chandler walked back to Peter Zanovich, briefly interrupting the guard's narrative.

"Artemis, our charge, will be out soon. As soon as she's ready, we're off."

[Deimos]

Indeed, Jeff has been living off the janitor's lunches. He also found some odd magazines that he would report on when he left. "Hey, uh..", Jeff slowly opened the door. "Can I come out now without being EMP'ed?"

[Ronster]

"Okay then."
Said Peter.

As the door creaked open slowly, Peter turned towards it and walked up to the door. Seeing Jeff inside.

"Come out, but make the wrong move and youll find something inside your head, and that wont be an EMP pulse giving you a headache !"
Peter said.

[Comment]

"Calm down Peter, we're not at war anymore."

With this, Chandler turned to Jeff. "As for you, come on out, but our vigilant guard here will determine what happens next. Well?"

"I'd say morning calisthenics with Sarge is harsh enough."

"Hah! That'll make him think twice before pulling that stunt again. Oh, and give your name to my secretary, Ms. Vonk. When I come back, we'll discuss your payment for overtime."

[Deimos]

"Sarge sounds like an interesting person, I personally find peace in someone screaming at me while I'm lifting dumbells..", Jeff was about to crack a joke, but he thought he'd get into more trouble.

[Comment]

Peter smirked, and for the first time in thirty years, looked somewhat threatening.

"Oh, don't worry. You'll have tons of fun together. You will be notified how early to report. Now, go ahead to your room, you'll need your rest after hanging out in there so long."

[Deimos]

Jeff did so, and when he got there he laid in his bed for a while. "That was quite an adventure. Getting all the way down there and almost seeing what they were doing down there..", he chuckled. "I bet they'll tell me three A.M. I can deal with that, I just have to go to bed earlier.", he said. "Like right.. now..", he said, falling asleep.

[wolfdemon]

Then the security doors of Artemis' chamber opened.
Out came Mark, behind him was what seemed like somekind of a walking battle suit.
It was 180 cm tall and was of colour black. The armor was thick enough to block bullets and many attacks, also it had a hover pack on its back. It was similar to the battle suits the elite commandos used, except this one had no builtin weapons and this was designed for more safely.
Mark stood pleased and said to Peter.
"This is artermis"

[Comment]

Peter chuckled when he saw Apocalypse's new "toy". "Bravo, Mark, you've outdone yourself this time. Artemis, you wouldn't mind keeping that on safety while we're still indoors, right?"

He turned to Zanovich. "Artemis, your escort Peter. Peter, our charge, Artemis. We can get to know each other better on the walk to the hangar and our flight."

[wolfdemon]

Mark then whispered to Chandler
"I wouldn't touch her if I were you. Eventhough she's inside the suit, she can still scan and hack you if your close enough. But she doesnt know that and dont let her know, or else she's gonna enjoy hacking and overriding programmes randomly."

[Ronster]

Peter looked at Artemis for a while.

"So my job is to escort a little girl to south America."
Peter said.

"Ill go prep up, not for weapons and ammo..battery."
Peter said and turned a 180 and started walking towards the ward again.

[Comment]

"We'll meet at hangar B at 10:00, alright?"

With this final comment, Peter left for his own office. His equipment was already packed, and Ms. Vonk was standing with the briefcase it was inside. "I can understand the first aid kit and rations, sir, but is it necessary to bring an LU-RA with you? What are you getting yourself into?"
"That's something I can't tell you, I'm afraid. I can only say that what happens after this field test will determine whether Six Corps sinks or swims."
"Sir..."
"Theresa, please. My letter of reccomendation is on your desk. You may need it soon."

[wolfdemon]

Artermis, in her heavy armor, stood in the hangar, waiting for others to arrive.
She looked around and saw all the planes and computers around her, she always was curious about how things were programmed and reprogramm them to their best efficiency, but since the scietists told her not to touch anything, she just stood and waited.

[Comment]

Peter walked in with a rather large attache suitcase. Even though it was a big piece of baggage, he carried it with relative ease. Its contents must have been light. He turned to Apocalypse and whispered, "Once you're out of the complex, feel free to hack whatever you like, but I can't guarantee you'll like any of it. This test is going to push us all to our limits, some more than others. I only hope we can all handle them."

With that, he stood and waited for Zanovich. Being an ex-soldier, he would be able to handle everything physically thrown at him. However, Peter worried for his mental state, along with Apocalypse's. If this was going to be anything like his previous "field tests", these cyborgs would find out too many things they shouldn't, too fast for them to handle.

[wolfdemon]

Mark had left the complex, to be never be heard by the goverment again. As he planned he'll probably go to the countrysides and stay there for the rest of his life with a large sum of money. But as he drove, it kept bothering him about Artermis. He just felt that they didnt complete building her in a way, but he just couldnt grasp what it was...

Meanwhile Artermis was now in the plane, in the safety of her heavy armor. She had a feeling she nevre felt before, whatever it was it was a mixture of happyness and being scared. Being human wasnt easy for something that started out as a machine.

[Ronster]

Peter walked down to the hangar, carrying a small case in hes hands.

Peter walked up to Peter (number 2) and put down the case.

"Im ready, when are we moving out ?"
Peter said with a hint of happiness in hes tone of voice. No wonder, he hadn't ben on a sweep for 2 years.

[wolfdemon]

Artermis sat in the plane and waited patiently for the others to arrive.

[Comment]

"When are we moving out? Now." Peter said, showing Zanovich to the plane they would be using. ((Hope you don't mind if I move him for you, I would just really like to get this thing moving.)) Six Corps only owned one of these particular planes, and kept it reserved for urgent business. It had vertical thrusters and engines capable of cranking out Mach 1.5. Peter told the captain that they were ready and then buckled up.

"Our trip will only take a few hours. During that time, would you like a quick mission briefing?"

[wolfdemon]

Artermis turned her head to look at Peter.
"Mission briefing? Okay."

[Comment]

"We'll be dropped into the middle of the rainforest, at which point we will proceed to meet a contact in a close-by town. I have a map in my case here, along with a compass. If it's a simple trek with no interruptions, it will take three days on foot. Knowing Six, however, there will be a few things thrown in to make the test a tad more... exciting."

With this, Peter leaned forward and adopted a more hushed tone. "That ends what will remain on the record. Apocalypse, could you hack the recording systems and ensure that before I go on?"

[wolfdemon]

"Uhh.... Hack recording systems? Never tried hacking those things before, I hacked satelites and nuclear weapon silos but no recording systems. I dont know what their programming is based on but I'll try."

[Comment]

"Thank you. Although I rank high with Six Corps, they will undoubtably be a tad cautious of me. I was a bit of a rival of theirs in the past."

[wolfdemon]

"What is the objective of this mission, chances of success and basic background of it?"
Artermis asked very curiously.

[Comment]

"All right. We are to find one of my friends I worked with, a Guram Osadze, in a small village a few days' march north of where we will be dropped off. The area we'll be going through is largely uninhabited, so civilian contact isn't a concern. However, that only frees up space for other 'obstacles'. Expect to see our private guard and war robots, maybe even Sin-grades. They'll be equipped with non-lethal weapons only, so there is room for failure. We stand a good chance at making it through: if the past is any indication, this will be the first and easiest of a series of tests. Tests that have only one objective in mind." Peter galnced up to the pilot's cabin, ensuring that the door was closed, before he continued.

"The Six Trillion Program, like two other programs before it, is not primarily about building a better surrogate limb for hapless car crash victims. That's a bonus. What we're... what Six is out to accomplish is the creation of the perfect war machine. The Sin-grade fighting robots are where we make our largest profit, after all. Robots, however, can't think creatively, or obscurely in any fashion. Six has expanded into cyborg soldiers."

[Dr. Adcon]

Name: Eric Price
Gender and age: Male, 32 years old
Faction: U.N. Peacekeeper.
Appearance: 6'0". Black hair, green eyes, currently wearing a jungle camoflage combat uniform, with brown boots and black gloves.
Modified parts: He lost his right leg in battle, had it replaced with a cybernetic prosthetic.
Back story: Eric's story starts with the death of his brother, killed by a robot modified for war. This left a deep scar in his mind, and he chose to do what he could to stop the creation of all warfare robots.

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Eric swatted another mosquito on his face, the seventh one today. He hated the jungle.

Four days ago, Eric's unit was sent into this bug-infested place on a lead that Six Corps. was going to test a new war cyborg in area. His orders were to observe the test, and if the "project" was determinded to be a threat to U.N. security, destroy it.

Someone from his unit shouted and pointed skyward, and Eric viewed the direction with his binoculars. He smiled, seeing the aircraft arriving at it's destination. They were ealier than expected, but that was no problem, he knew something like this could happen.

"Now we'll see what this 'Project Apocalypse' can do," he said to his men.

[wolfdemon]

"If Six project was based around cyborgs and robotic implants and such, how is it that I'm a part of it? I do not have any combat routines or such installed in my database, all routines are all hacking related. In addition, I am not a living organism technically, when I searched the Six's databses, all others were human."

[Comment]

"You have no idea how useful your ability to gather information could be in war. Secret weapons, troop movements... lots of potential, I'm afraid. As for your placement in the program, mostly that's a result of your creator. Mark Stone is a technical genius. His prosthetics were always the most similar to organics. When Six was told to make a completely artificial organism, he was the first to be moved to that program. He was an A-plus student in engineering and biology, if a little unwilling to create what he had to." The plane had been slowing for a while now, and during his speech it had come to a complete stop, briefly hovering in place using its vertical thrusters.

Peter brought out three parachutes and indicated the emergency hatch. "After you, I insist."

[Dr. Adcon]

With the Six Corps' aircraft arrivial, Colonel Price knew that it was time to begin the operation.

"Alright, men," he said, turning to face his unit, "Remember, this is primarily a recon mission. We are not to engage or make our presence known to 'Project Apocalypse' and it's escorts until we have determinded what it's military capabilities are. I don't want any screw-ups, is that understood?"

"Yes, sir!" the soldiers responded, ready as always.

"Good," Eric said with a sense of pride in his voice, "let's begin."

[Ronster]

"Oh s-s-shit !"
Peter said and grabbed the parachute.

"Never jumped out of an..a-airplane !"
Peter gaggled as he put on the parachute.

"Oh god allmighty help me survive this day.."
Peter said and grabbed a metal cross that was hanging from hes neck.

[wolfdemon]

Artermis took the parachutes and simply jumped off the plane.
She didnt know the dangers of gravity and she really didnt need to care.
However the parachutes wouldnt be able to support a being twice the weight of an avereage human very well, after all she had lots of metallic components in her organs and cells.

((Just to clear things up, people outside the apocalypse production do not know what it actually is. All they know about it is that its either a computer or a weapon, presumably a destroyer droid. So they wouldnt be able to know who she is.))

[Comment]

Peter felt temted to make himself a headband, but he summoned up his composture. After double-checking his safety straps, he dived out of the plane.

Peace came at odd times. When one was about to strike a deal that would seal the fate of the company. When one sparred with a man who could punch off one's head.

When one's car is crushed between two eighteen-wheelers.

Peter couldn't wait and meditate on his life, however. Righting himself, he pulled the ripcord on his chute and immediately started to slow down.

[wolfdemon]

Artermis pulled the cord and glided down, not making too much slow in her fall since her cells and such weighed much more than organism's and that she was wearing a heavy battle armor.
She landed with a thud, crashing into the forest floor, not surprisingly there was no damage done to her.

[Dr. Adcon]

Well, this was different, Eric thought. He was told to assume that Project Apocalypse was a battle robot or a war cyborg, but the three that jumped off of the aircraft looked certifiably human.

His men were confused as well. "Sir," the H.W. unit asked, "They don't look like war droids,"

"I realize that, Major," Eric responded, "But we'll continue with our mission anyway. Six Corps. went to a lot of trouble to set this test up, and I want to find out why."

[wolfdemon]

After the fall, Artermis just stood up and wiped the leaves and the dust off her. After that she began to look at the plants and the wildlife, she only saw them in educational programs never in real life. She began poking a tree and other plants just out of curiousity.

[Comment]

Peter landed, chuckling.

"Now that was a nice departure from the desk job. Now I guess I should track down the other two and get moving."

As he set off through the bush in search of his team, he didn't notice the thing hovering nearby. It looked like a localized patch of hot, wavy, air, but its movement suggested otherwise. It slunk after him at a safe distance, already calling out to its fellows via radio. "The targets have landed."

[wolfdemon]

Artermis stopped looking at the trees and wildlife and began to stick to the mission.
Her first objective was to regroup. She quickly scanned the area for the dna of her comrades nad began to follow them quickly.

[Dr. Adcon]

Eric turned one of his men with a laptop, tapping furiously on the keys.

"Lieutenant Carlson," he addressed the man, "Set up an image scan from one of our satellites for about a four sector radius from our current position, and then send a link to everyone's H.U.D.."

"Yes, sir," the soldier responded, completing the task as he said so.

"We'll follow the older looking man for the time being," Eric said to the rest of his unit, all six of them, "He's clearly not the main target, but Six Corps. wouldn't send someone like him into the jungle without good reason, and I want to find out what.

"Alright, people, Formation Gamma. Let's move!"

[wolfdemon]

Artermis clearly could hear the rustling from couple of hundred meters or neared around her area. By her analysis, definetly human, presumably armed.
She sat by a tree, and started to hack into their comm system without them noticing. By this she could hear all they were saying, this was extremely easy since this was the first thing she learnt.

[Comment]

As Peter searched for his team, he noted that leaves were blowing by his feet, even though it shouldn't be that windy in the forest. He looked behind him and saw that they blew away from the ground underneath the shimmering air. Ah, so Six sent some Greeds after us, he thought. Let them watch for now.

The now-cleared ground behind him revealed an unusually large footprint. There were snapped-off branches in the area as well. Either Apocalypse had gone through the area or Six had deployed something a little heavier than the scout drone following him. Either way, it was best simply to follow the trail.

[wolfdemon]

Artermis turned on the heat signature monitor on her visor to see how many of opposition were apporaching.
To what she could see and guess, there were around 10 soldiers. As well as other thing that didnt produce heat or disguised its heat.
She stood behind a large tree and hid.

[Comment]

Peter was briskly walking along the trail, clearly visible by now. it had to be Apocalypse: war robots would have too much stealth programming to allow themselves to do this. On that note, the Greed was getting nearer. He may have to deal with it sonner than he thought.

[wolfdemon]

Artermis managed to hack into a near satelite and took a photo of the area, however due to all the trees she couldnt make out anything of it.
She began to move again, she walked quickly to another huge tree and hid behind it.

[Dr. Adcon]

"Sir, take a look at this," Major Greeson said to Eric.

"What is it, Major?" he responded, wondering what could have caught the sniper's notice.

"Here, sir, above 'Target one's' head," she gestured with her rifle, "I think it's a Six Corps. Greed."

"You're right," Eric acknowledged, after finding the moving pocket of air. "Carlson, see if you can hack into that Greed's audio and visual sensors. I want to know what Six Corps. is seeing."

"Uh, Sir? We have a problem," the hacker said, not looking up from the screen, "We have two Mk-IV Avion war 'bots heading right for the target group. They'll intercept in two minutes."

"Fine, we'll give them space." The colonel answered. "I want at least another fifty meters between us and the closest target. Let's not get caught, people."

[wolfdemon]

Artermis could hear their conversation quite clearly. Communication devices were just too easy task for her.

[Ronster]

Peter was walking down a small path, searching for the others and noticed the other Team, hiding behind a pair of trees, with a good camo armor on them.

He pulled out hes tazer and pointed it at one of them, then lowered it, in fear of being shot.

Peter grabbed hes radio and spoke "- Weve got targets, atleast 10, i see no others, 12 o clock right in front of you..."
Peter whispered.

[Dr. Adcon]

"Sir!" Carlson piped up, his laptop screen flashing, "One of the target's just used a radio!"

"Can you get a lock on their position?" Eric responded, readying his assault rifle.

"I'm not sur-yes! Got it! Five meters, dead ahead!"

Taking the cue, the other team members aimed their weapons in the indicated direction.

"Alright," Eric shouted into the jungle, "throw down any weapons you have, put your hands on your head, and come out where we can see you!"

[wolfdemon]

Artermis looked towards the direction of the sound, clearly they managed to find Peter and found about the radio.
She quickly scanned their weapons from long range, all modern maverick standard laser rifles. Powerful, ammoless and rechargable, but they used computer chips to function.
Artermis immediately hacked into the chip of the rifles and began sabotaging it, disallowing the fire mechanism and the charging mechanism.

[Comment]

Peter wiped the oil off his jacket and gazed down at the now-broken husk of the Greed at his feet. He had always thought that its armour was too light for a Sin-grade. Voices carried across the foliage, indicating that a conflict was about to take place. Peter ran towards them, his tattered right sleeve and glove left behind.

The arm underneath was just like a normal human arm, but it was skinless and made of metal. (Duh duhhhhhhhh!)

[Dr. Adcon]

"He isn't coming out," Eric remarked, "Greeson, fire a warning shot."

"Yes, sir," the sniper responded, but as she aimed her rifle upwards and pulled the trigger, nothing happened. She checked her weapon, pulled the trigger again, yet there was no laser discharge.

"Sir, it's not working," she finally said.

"I can see that, Major," he responded, and attempted to fire his own weapon, but to no affect. "Everyone, check your weapons!" Eric ordered as he pulled out and loaded his sidearm. Unlike the standard issue rifles, the unit's sidearms still relied on good-old fashioned bullets, Eric's being a classic semi-automatic Colt .45.

"Sir!" Carlson interupted, "thirty seconds until the Avions arrive!"

[Comment]

Three days' march away, Guram Osadze watched the scene on his laptop, through the eyes of another Greed. He had assigned three of them, along with two Avions and a Lust, to patrol the landing zone.

It was logical that Six had chosen him to order the training robots around. Although he had never been the most physically able, he was a master tactician. His metal hand tapped on the keyboard, ordering the Lust to move in on where Peter had destroyed the first Greed. Today was only a warm-up. Tomorrow the big guns would move in.

[Ronster]

By this time Zanovich (Peter) had managed to sneak up on their flank, and had armed hes tazer pistol, he had a clear shot at the commander of the group, but whouldn't fire, atleast yet. Zanovich'ses metal arm, holding a small battery on the left side of hes belt, that powered the tazer itself.

"Drop your weapons and put your hands above your head."
Peter shouted and pointed the tazer pistol at the commanders head, such a jolt trough the brain whould kill the person immediately.

[Dr. Adcon]

Eric slowly turned his head to where the command eminated from, muttering "son-of-a-bitch" under his breath as he did so. Finally, he caught the glint of a taser gun hidden in the foliage.

"You're not in a position to be giving orders," He shouted back to Peter, "We out-number you ten to one. So unless you want a lead slug in your head, I suggest you do the weapon throwing, and come out calmly."

"Ten seconds!" Carlson updated.

[Ronster]

"Ill come ill come..."
Peter sighed and threw hes gun to Carlsons feet and stepped out of the foliage, revealing hes mechanical arm as he walked.

"Names Peter Zanovich. A retired soldier of the 512th infantry division, transferred to the 101st Airborne, mechanical arm because of accident in weapons training."
Peter said and looked at Eric.

"Thats about all im allowed to tell you."
Peter said.

[wolfdemon]

Artermis saw the scene from quite far away, as well as picking up signatures of some unfirendly robots closing in.
Robots werent a problem for her, they worked through computers and they could be easily hacked within a certain range.
However it was the humans armed with non-circuited weapons that were a problem. She couldnt do anything about them.
Sensing the robots closing in, she decided to move her hiding position to a large bush.

[Comment]

Peter Chandler had finally arrived at the site of the confrontation. Zanovich seemed to be faring well, but he may need backup soon. Peter lowered his briefcase to the ground and brought out a switchblade with his metal hand. Jet engines roared in the distance.

[Dr. Adcon]

"I didn't ask for your life story, Mr. Zanovich, and I sure as hell don't care," Eric walked up to the retired soldier, trainning his gun on him the entire time, "I just have one question to ask, and you better hope, for your sake, that you have a good answer. Now, where's 'Project Apocalypse'?"

"Sir," Greeson shouted, aiming at the sky, "They're here!"

[wolfdemon]

Artermis looked up to the sky to try and see what they were talking about. But the bush covered her vision, plus she couldnt get out of the bush because she was scared.
She quickly began to create a temporary program virus, so if that thing had a circuit she could infect it.

[Comment]

The Avions were nasty-looking things, like vultures with engines instead of wings. They hovered over the scene, judging who to attack first.

As Peter watched them warily, he felt a prick in his right leg: it then went limp and numb. He plucked out the combination tranquiliser/EMP nanobot dart as he watched the lithe figure of a Lust sniper robot retreat out of sight. This wouldn't help.

[Ronster]

"I am afraid i don't know."
Zanovich said and smiled a little.

"If i whould, i whouldn't tell you either, because that whould compromise this mission."
Zanovich said and hes smile turned into a grin.

"Besides, there are snipers on the hilltops, make one wrong move..and bang."
Zanovich threw a quick bluff at Eric. There were no snipers, just bushes thick enough to block your vision.

[Dr. Adcon]

"You're not fooling anyone," Eric yelled over the drone of the two Avion's hover engines, "You three are on your own. Satellite scans prove that. We know that this whole thing is a test for something called 'Project Apocalypse'. Now where the hell is it?"

As the Colonel went on with his "interrogation," Carlson was following procedure for this kind of situation.

"Command, this is Lieutenant Carlson. Come in!" the com-link on his H.U.D. active.

"Carlson, this is Command, what is your situation, over?"

"There are two confirmed Mk-IV Avions hovering over our current position. Requesting aerial support, over!"

"Request granted, four Dakota class copters are under way, ETA is three minutes, over."

[wolfdemon]

Artermis overheard their conversation
Avions.....
She began searching her database and in a matte of nanoseconds the results came up. She now knew their frequencies, they programming and every thing about them. Luckily this meant she knew what frequency she had to use to get into their channel and hack them.
However she had to be quite close to them, clearly they were flying high in the air far from her reach...
She sat patiently in the bushes turning the chameleon camouflage on

[Comment]

Peter swore. This was going badly. Air support rushing in, Peter serving only to make the soldiers angrier, Apocalypse nowhere in sight and himself almost disabled. He drug himself over to the clearing.

"I think I'm the one you want to ask questions of around here, Colonel."

[Dr. Adcon]

Greeson turned her pistol to the fallen doctor, taking aim at his head. If she chose to fire, there would be no way she could miss.

Colonel Price, with his gun still focused on Zanovich, began to speak: "Who the hell are you?" It was clear to all involved that Eric's patience was running thin.

"His name is Dr. Peter Chandler," Carlson answered for the good doctor, "I took the liberty of running his face through our database. Being on Six Corps. board of directors doesn't leave one with much anonymity." There was an obvious distain in the lieutenant's voice, like an old scar being reopened after so long.

Eric gestured to Greeson to watch over the Six Corps. muscule, while Price himself walked closer to the new arrival.

"Well, Dr. Chandler, maybe you'll be more helpful than Mr. Open Book over there. I have some qestions I need to ask you, and believe me when I say that a wrong answer is not a good idea.

"Where is Project Apocalypse?"

[wolfdemon]

Artermis was hearing the conversation and analysing the situation as well as having a look out for the avions.
Then the moment came, one decided to swoop lower to try and get a chance to dive shoot. Just coming into her frequency range.
She immediately hijacked into its motherboard, softwares and everything. Giving her what it was seeing and total control over it. Plus to her joy the avion squads were interlinked by a special comm network. Meaning she could infect other two avions.
The avions at her comman, dived into Price's postition with their weapons blazing.
Artermis wasnt the best strategist but she knew what a good decoy was.

[Comment]

((Doctor, eh? I can work with that.))

Peter was beginning to regain feeling in his leg: the tranquilizers had obviously been designed for temporary disabilization only. He sprung back and hamstringed one of the soldiers who fled past. Grabbing his sidearm as he fell, Peter watched if any of the soldiers aimed for either himself or Zanovich. his modified arm had increased reflexes: he would not easily miss.

___________________

Meanwhile, Osadze was cursing at his computer screen. Apocalypse, while generally docile, was simply too adept at hacking his drones. No matter. Sin-grades contained many seperate AIs and would be quite a hassle to take over completely. The lust creeped around to where the signal that had hacked the Avions had come from.

[Dr. Adcon]

"Dammit!" Eric shouted as he and his men dove for cover. He hadn't expected the Avions to fire on his group so soon. Finding cover under a tree, he began to asses the situation.

In about two minutes, a squadron of Dakota class helicopters would arrive and clean up this "Avion" mess, his unit just had to hold out until then. Whether that would happen still remained to be seen.

Then his eyes caught the glint of Chandler's prosthetic arm in the sun, holding a pistol. Damn, another problem to take care of. But at least the playing field was level, now. He thought about the possibility of simply gunning him down, with the element of surpise, but that director knew too much to warrent his death. The colonel would have to take him in alive.

Giving his right prosthetic leg one last rub, Eric lept at the man, intent on bringing him down.

[wolfdemon]

Aretmis maintained fire on the agressors with two avions, whilst the other flew around the sky to give her an overall map of the area, also scanning for any other bots or intruders.
As doing so, she also began to search her database for the list of battle droids the organisations had, she looked at the sin grade droids first. She knew what they were made out of, but it was tricky taking over them. She'd have to infect one ai, then try and infect another as the other ais produced firewalls and anti viruses.
Or she could simply plant a corruption virus, but she had to make physical contact to impant viruses or programsinto other things.

[Ronster]

Zanovich jumped for a pistol that had seemingly dropped of one soldier, diving to cover.

He picked it up and took the safety off, and stood up. And fired a few shots at the soldiers, the bullets hitting the trees around them. After a few more shots the clip was empty and Zanovich started to run towards a small hole, entering it and taking cover.

[Comment]

Peter hurriedly stuffed the pistol into his jacket and brought up his switchblade to meet Eric. "Back down, Colonel, we don't have to waste time and lives here!"

[Dr. Adcon]

Noticing the switchblade, Eric grabbed the offending arm, and brought up his knee quickly, expecting to knock the wind out of the man. The doctor may have had a metal arm, but Eric had close-quarters training. Hopefully, it would be enough.

..............................

Greeson had been in tougher situations before, no doubt about that, but not many were as bat-shit crazy as this one. She knew what she was ordered to do, however, and she had never failed her commanding officer yet.

But she had lost Zanovich in the insanity of the Avion fire, and from her vantage point under the trees, she couldn't see him. That's when she spotted the girl in the heavy armor, the second target. Zanovich could wait.
.............................

The weight of the pistol felt slightly uncomfortable in his hands, but Carlson felt it was necessary. He may have been the computer geek in the unit, but that didn't mean he couldn't hold his own in a fight.

Seeing the Six Corps. director again was unexpected, though. He thought that he had but those memories behind him, but know they were flooding back. After what they did to... No, he needed to focus on the present. He wasn't going to get shot today.

The colonel may have been busy with the director, but he was going to find Zanovich, and make him p--no. He was going to complete his mission.

[Ronster]

Zanovich lifted hes head a little and pointed the pistol at Carlson, and fired a shot. It hit the tree near him, dropping a small branch onto him.

"Maybe i should use my other hand..."
Said Zanovich to himself and threw the pistol to hes mechanical arm that was much more steady.

"Chandler ! Get a move on !"
Zanovich shouted and fired repeatedly at Carlson. Until the pistol clip notified that it was empty again.

Bingo on ammo...
Zanovich thought to himself and took cover again.

[Comment]

Chandler twisted so that Eric's knee caught him on the hip as oppsed to smashing into his gut. No matter. His left hand was every bit as powerful as his right...

Then the tree branch fell on them. In the confusion, there was no need to fight. Peter recovered his switchblade and ran off into the jungle.

________________

Thruoghout all this, the Lust had managed to find Apocalypse. Guram had shut down all subroutines that transmitted or received wireless signals: anything hoping to hack it would have to make physical contact. That said, he couldn't monitor what it did. It raised its rifle, a good mark down from the .50 caliber original, and took aim at Apocalypse.

[Knightmare]

(Question: Do you have to be human?)

[wolfdemon]

(Question: Do you have to be human?)
((My char isnt. Its just a bio-machine with a human form))
Artermis just lay there, thinking of a plan to trapping a sin grade droid if it came near. She saw a small flower on the grass, she moved slightly to pick it up.
Then suddenly there was a small clank on her shoulder pad, the sound of a dart bouncing off her armor. She immediately scanned the area and managed to find a droid, probably a singrade according to its frequency comm range and looks. It clearly had some projectile weapon, if she handt moved at that moment, the dart would have gone through the soft part of her armor and into her neck, paralysing her for the next 10 hours. But it managed to hit her fully metallic shoulder pad.
She got out a small pistol that she had picked up from the aircraft earlier and tried to shoot, but failed to hit her target or damage it

[Dr. Adcon]

Rolling onto his side, and using his right leg to kick the tree branch off him, Eric began to chase off after Chandler, his Colt .45 out of it's holster again. He was not going to let his best lead to Project Apocalypse slip out of his hands.

....................................

She heard the shot fire, an amazing feat considering the comotion going on in the field. Instinctively taking cover behind a tree, Greeson peered around, attempting to discover the source of the sound.

But the girl she was watching brought out a weapon, and began to fire seemingly randomly into the jungle. She had poor form, however, and the sniper doubted that girl had managed to hit anything she wanted to.

Hoping that the girl's clip was empty, Greeson jumped out from behind her hiding place and aimed her weapon at her second target.

"Freeze!"

...................................

He shot me! Carlson thought, as he was sprawled on his back on the forest floor, That bastard actually shot me!

Thankfully, the Colonel was such a hardass that he made his unit outfit themselves with bullet-resistent vests, as well as laser-resistent plates. It was a bit heavy on long missons, but the anal-retentiveness of his commanding officer had saved his life. Again.

That was when the first missle struck an Avion.

[wolfdemon]

Artermis turned around and saw the person withthe gun, aiming at her.
She quickly analysed the pistol the person was holding and came to a conclusion that it was practically harmless. Her heavy battle armor could block an smg round with ease, plus if she turned off her pain receptors she couldnt feel pain.
She slowly reached for the extra pistol clip in her belt and began to reload.

[Comment]

((Sorry, Knightmare, but I don't think I can accept your character. A bit too... well, it's too much of something. Feel free to make another one, though.))

Chandler drew his "borrowed" pistol, spun around, and steadied his aim at Eric.

"Colonel, go ahead and fight me. Either way you'll lose. You could die, and that's that. I die, and you lose your lead."

[wolfdemon]

However as Artermis was reloading, the Lust took another shot at her.
This time it went for the soft armor by waist. The high powered dart pierced the soft armor easily, went into her flesh. Injecting some electricity neutrlisers and some tranquilents. They had to mix the two since if only one type was used, it wouldnt effect her fully.
As the dart pierced her, she felt a bit drowsy and noticed the dart bullet stuck in her waist.
She quickly took it out, but all the solution was injected into her blood stream.
A problem with humanoid based design, the blood streams could carry even harmful stuff everywhere.

She then fell over, unconcious.

[Knightmare]

Name:Sarah Gillian
Gender and age:Female 25
Faction: None but is hired by UN peacekeepers
Appearance:Long blond hair, blue eyes, thin, wears standard guard uniform but has stealth/body armour underneath for protection
Modified parts: None
Back story:A government secret agent, who has been hired by the UN to get behing the scenes at Six Trillion to find out what is going on. Disguised as a guard she enters her first day as an employeearmed with a comm-link, a mini camera and some EMPs to stop any cyborgs if nessercery.

[Dr. Adcon]

Price was getting fed up with the whole damn situation. Nothing was going as it was meant to. He knew he was going to caught an ear-full from his commanding officer when he got back to base.

But first things first. He had a pain-in-the-ass Six Corps director pointing a glock at his face.

"Look, Doc, no one has to die today. All I we want is the location and specifics of Project Apocalypse. And to bring in your group for questioning. That's it." Eric negotiated, trying a new tactic.

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When Greeson saw the girl fall, she realized that they weren't alone in this neck of the jungle. Whatever had fired didn't show up on her helmet's heat sensors, and that could mean only one thing. A cloaked robot.

That could mean serious trouble for her entire team, but she had a trump card. Unstraping it from her belt, and hoping that the 'bot was still in the area, she flung the EMP grenade from behind the tree.

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"Shit!" Carlson dove out of the way of the crashing Avion, landing mere feet from his current position. It was tough being the only one on in the unit without a prosthetic limb, it amazed him that he was able to get by without one for so long.

The Dakota copters had begun their deadly dance with the remaining Avion, but Carlson knew it was only a matter of time before it too was shot down. With the Six Corps. air support gone, this mission just might be a success after all.

Getting down to business, Carlson contacted command again, this time requesting a transport for extraction.

[Comment]

A strange flash danced through Peter's eyes. It was a mixture of hate, defiance and, just maybe, fear.

"No negotiations, soldier. I've come too far to be cut down now. I will carry through with the mission assigned me and, when I'm done, disappear. That is all."

He then shot at Price's leg. He aimed to disable, not to kill.

[wolfdemon]

The palm top computer that Peter was carrying started to beep quitely.
It was the control system for Apocalypse, the beeping suggested that she was offline, meaning she was unconcious.

[Dr. Adcon]

Chandler's bullet hit his intended target, imbedding itself into Eric's right leg. However, that leg was a prosthetic, the last relic of a long dead memory. Taking the chance, the colonel rushed at the doctor, successfully knocking his gun away, while also bringing up his own pistol below the man's chin.

"Alright, I've had just about enough of your shit today!" Eric said, the anger mounting in his voice, "Now, you can come quietly, or I can blow your fucking head off! How's that for a choice?"

A muffled beeping escaped from Peter's pocket, catching Eric's attention.

"What the hell is that?" he asked.

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10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...0.

Greeson counted the seconds in her head since she threw the grenade, following her training to the letter. Decided that it was safe, she came out from behind the tree, ready to take down any potential threats.

But none came. The girl in the suit was still on the ground, clearly her armor's computer was shorted out in the blast, but checking farther on, she had found something else. A lust.

Hoping that there were no more "surprises", she activated her locater signal.

..................................

Carlson knew, that with the Avions shot down, he still had some business to take care of: Zanovich had to be found. But the man realized it would be much easier to find him from the air, not from the jungle floor.

So, with that in mind, he contacted on the Dakota's pilots, advised him on the situation, and asked for his assistance. It was granted, and all four of the helicopters began a wide spread search for the man.

Zanovich was not getting away.

[Comment]

Chandler ran through his options. Best not to fight back: While it wouldn't make sense to kill Chandler now, people never thought sensibly after you plugged them in the leg. But how else could he weasel his way out of this? What other talents did he have? No fights, no negotiation.

He'd have to use law.

"That's my PDA, Colonel. I forgot to turn off the alarm for my lunch break. If you'll let me just turn it off, I'll come with you."

[Ronster]

Zanovich was running trough the jungle to find a good view of the "enemy", he arrived on a hill, the best place to suit up a reverse slope defence. He crawled into a few bushes and started to check on what he had with him.

Glock...Two bullets left, one flashbang, nothing else, will do.
Zanovich thinked and took the glock into hes hands.

[Dr. Adcon]

Price backed away, giving the director room to manuever, knowing full well that this latest development might be a trap or distraction. Picking up the glock that was tossed in the recent struggle, Eric holstered it, and continued to point his current pistol at Chandler.

"Take it out, and hand it to me, slowly" Eric commanded the man, "If you press any buttons, or if the sound that thing is making changes, you'll be shot. Understand?"

...........................................

With one last hoist, the transport crew managed to load Artermis' metal shell onto the hoverjet. Hopping on herself, Greeson sat down on one of the benches on either side of the craft and strapped herself in. Her left arm was still numb and unmoving, the circuitry must have not repaired itself yet, she reasoned.

Within a few minutes, Carlson, and other members of the unit, had also entered the hoverjet and strapped themselves down as well.

"It's been a crazy mission, huh?" he sighed.

"We've had worse," Greeson replied, and she recieved several concurring remarks from other members of the team. "Where's Zanovich?" she asked after a moment.

"Oh, the Dakotas going to find him, no problem. As soon as we pick up the Colonel, our mission is over." He rested his arms behind his head, and let loose another sigh.

Greeson didn't reply, her expression of one in deep thought.

[wolfdemon]

Apocalypse's armor came online again, somehow it managed to refine some battery energy it had left and some solar energy it managed to scavenge.
However she was still knocked out, unmoving and seemed pretty much dead. The emp/tranq had a quite high dosage, but she'd be wake in an hour or less.
It depended whether the armor suit had enough energy left in it to pass on to her.

[Dr. Adcon]

((I'm still willing to continue this, if anyone else is.))

[Mibu Wolf]

I'm enjoying it, Check out my fanfic. it is one of those VGcats ones. is there enough room for another cyborge? I am interested

[Dr. Adcon]

I'm enjoying it, Check out my fanfic. it is one of those VGcats ones. is there enough room for another cyborge? I am interested

((I'm not the leader of this thread, but I wouldn't mind if you joined. You could be a member of my character's unit, if you want.))

[wolfdemon]

((Hmmm... crosscountry seems to have abandonned us...)

[Ronster]

No, i have not abandoned you. I will still continue playing if everyone else is willing to.

[wolfdemon]

well the last rp was done by me.... so one of you guts will have to post the next rp

[Comment]

((Go ahead and sign up under any faction you want to, ansible, we can fit you in. I'm glad to see interest in this thing had revived itself. :pants_gri ))

Chandler grudgingly brought out the remote device, and moved to hand it to Price. As he did so, he examined the simple display, showing Apocalypse's status. Currently in shutdown mode. Attempting to reboot. Damn. Chances are the entire team was under UN capture. Nothing to do now but bide his time. Thumbing a clandestine button that would make the remote seem nothing more than your average organizer, Chandler carefully offered it to Price.

"Take care of that thing, it's expensive."

[Dr. Adcon]

Taking the device in his hands, the colonel began to fiddle with it, pressing a button here and there. By all appearances, it appeared to be an average PDA. Price slipped the device into one of his uniforms pockets, and brought out a small stunning weapon, aiming it at the director.

"I just want you to know that I'm not sorry," he said as he pulled the trigger, watching the other man crumple into a heap on the forest floor. Eric had enjoyed that.

After a few moments, the colonel's radio crackled. It was Carlson, alerting Price that Zanovich and whoever was in the armor have been captured. He continued by asking what Price's situation was, and Price explained that he had taken down the pain-in-the-ass doctor, and that they were ready for extraction. Carlson acknowledged and replied that they were coming to pick the two up, and ended the transmission.

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After completing the... unorthodox mission, the U.N. Peacekeeping unit returned to the South American headquarters in Rio de Janerio. The three unconscious Six Corps. prisoners were placed in separate interrogation rooms. The rooms themselves appeared typical, with a table and two chairs, a single lightbulb fixture hanging from the ceiling, and a one-way mirror replacing one of the walls. However, in this digital age, the rooms were modified to block all incoming and outgoing signals, whether they be through the air, or from a hardline.

Also, once the prisoners woke up, they would find limitors on their prosthetic limbs, their strength dropped down to that of the average human. That would keep the prisoners from being too... rowdy while they were questioned.

Eric stood on the other side of the one-way mirrors, waiting for the Six Corps. prisoners to regain consciousness. He was going to get answers, one way or another.

((ok, sorry about capturing you guys, but I felt that it was time to get out of the jungle. Besides, I'm sure that you won't be held prisoner for very long.))

((one last thing. I hope you don't mind Wolfdemon if Artermis is cut out of her metal armor, I forgot to add that detail, and I feel like asking for your permission first.))

[Ronster]

Zanovich was waking up, slowly. The light in the ceiling burned hes eyes, he started to examine the area with hes feet, the cold concrete under hes feet. Finally he regained vision, able to look around. There was nothing else in the room except the chair he was sitting on and a table in front of it. The blinding pain in the back of hes head, apparently he had ben knocked unconscious, resulting in a very bad headache. He tried to move hes prosthetic arm, no use, it didn't budge. He also found that hes movement was restricted to the chair.

Ropes, how clever....
Zanovich thinked, and after that, he kept quiet.

[Comment]

Chandler woke up and found himself in a similar situation. No briefcase, no cyborg advantages, and no way out. Ropes? What kind of funding is the UN getting these days? Well, it seems he would have to wait for Guram to arrive to save everyone. Good luck with that.

((adcon, where is this base located, the middle of the city, the outskirts, or somewhere in between? I know where I'm going with this, I promise.))

[Dr. Adcon]

((adcon, where is this base located, the middle of the city, the outskirts, or somewhere in between? I know where I'm going with this, I promise.))
((The base is in the middle of the city, in an old three-story building converted into a UN Peacekeeper Headquarters. The interrigation rooms are in the basement of said building. Hope that clears things up for you.))

[wolfdemon]

((one last thing. I hope you don't mind Wolfdemon if Artermis is cut out of her metal armor, I forgot to add that detail, and I feel like asking for your permission first.))
(dont mind at all)

The tranq/emp wore off eventually. Artermis woke up in a pitch black cold room, no windows, no nothing. I twas kind of small according to the analysis, soon her eyes adpated to seeing the room very well. Plus artermis noticed another thing, the armour was gone.

[Dr. Adcon]

Eric watched the prisoners fidget for a while, before finally nodding to one the men in the examining room with him, the signal for the interrigation to begin.

Almost simultaneously, three people entered each prisioner's room. The woman who walked through Chandler's held herself with a professional demeanor, with a navy blue business suit, black flat heeled shoes, and her brown hair slicked back into a bun. She took the chair opposite to Chandler and placed a black suit case on the table. She made no effort to start a conversation, and instead chose to stare at the man.

The man who entered Zanovich's room, however, was much older, with graying temples and fine age lines running across his face. His business suit was entirely black. He too sat in the chair facing Zanovich, placed a black suitcase on the table, and said nothing.

When the door to Artemis' room opened, a thirty-something male walked in, his blond hair and black business suit all immaculate. Again, he took the only other chair in the room, again a suitcase was placed on the table, and again no words were spoken.

[wolfdemon]

As artermis analysed the current situation, it was very clear that they have been captured and were being interrogated.
She considered them a hostile threat, thus eyeing them watchfully and taking every detail of them into her mind.
If they were to interrogate her, a lie detector or even the world's best shrink wouldnt be able to tell what she was thinking or whther she was talking the truth.
This was gonna be interesting.

[Comment]

So, it was time to be questioned. Chandler wasn't prepared to tell the UN just anything about his assignment, so he was going to have to outwit this lady. Step one: get the interrogator off-centre.

Chandler met her stare and answered with one of his own. After a few minutes, he had only one thing to say: "You blinked."

[Ronster]

Zanovich kept quiet, just staring blankly into the emptyness of the room, it seemed that he didn't even see the interrogator. Again Zanovich tried to move hes metallic arm, but it was no use, something was keeping it from moving. He knew the first question whould come soon, but whom it whould come from he didn't know.

[Dr. Adcon]

The woman gave a sly, yet unnerving smile to Chandler, not taking the bait. She then opened the suitcase in front of her, pulling out a small portfolio, filled with many various papers.

"Your name is Dr. Peter Chandler, isn't it," she said, more of a statement than a question, after which she began to list off several personal facts about the man, from education to employment history to marital status, among other things.

As she finished with next of kin status, she added: "That is all correct, is it not?" Her face was unreadable.

....................................

The man looking back at Zanovich emitted a sense of calm, the sense one gets when they are in control of a situation and know it. The older man let the moment pass, until he took out a stack of papers from the black suitcase and pushed it over the table to the bound soldier, after which he cracked his knuckles.

The papers themselves detailed almost every noteworthy event in Zanovich's life, much the same way the woman spouted off to Chandler. The list was shorter than Chandler's, however, due to Zanovich's younger age.

..................................

Artermis' guest continued to look back the inhuman woman he shared the room with, finally deciding to take the direct approach.

"Hi, my name is Mr. Lavender, what's yours?" his voice was full of genuine cheerfulness.

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Meanwhile, halfway across the globe, several men sat in a pitch dark room, the television sreen on the wall the only source of illumination. One stood in front of the others, his face hidden in shadow.

"Men, we have a problem," he addressed the others, "Project Apocalypse and its escort have been captured by a UN Peacekeeping force, and are being held here," he gestured at the wall-screen, which displayed Artermis' last known location, "Now, clearly, this cannot continue, lest the UN glean hard earned secrets from our project and people. Suggestions?"

[Comment]

((adcon, I'd like to take over the Six Corps. Board from you, if you don't mind, my own character being part of it and all.))

This was a usual opening to an interrogation. Try to unnerve the subject by showing how much you know about them. And Peter had to admit, they knew a lot. From his years spent getting a PhD in Law to the car crash in which he lost both arms and his right leg soon after, to his employment at Six Corps after he got outfitted with his new limbs. They didn't know what he did there, though. To them, he was just another annoying lawyer.

"You seem to know a lot about me, madam. But this is about what you don't know, isn't it?"

..........................

A voice spoke up in that same boardroom: "Osadze's the answer. He's still in command of some dozens of our robots. He could find a way to create a distraction, or sneak them out somehow."

"That's crazy. They're in the middle of the city."

"In a building that wasn't at first designed with security in mind. If we stand any chance, it's to act now. Besides, Osadze and Chandler can get out of this if anyone can."

"... Put a call out to our friend, then."

[Ronster]

Zanovich looked at the papers, then back at the old man. Keeping silent for a moment.

It had everything, from hes youth up to the grenade accident, every bit and detail, pictures, workplaces. Every tiny bit of detail.

"Theres about everything about my life on here, so why do you need to interrogate me...that is, if this is an interrogation."
Said Zanovich trying to lean back on the chair.

"Present your first question."
Zanovich said.

[wolfdemon]

"My name? People call me Artermis, Arty for short. My dad was a fan of greek mythology, I'd have prefered a more traditional name though."
She smiled cheerfully as she said this. After all, it was true.

[Dr. Adcon]

((Of course you can have the board room, Revenant, but I just want to add one thing, if you don't mind.))

"Of course," the woman answered, "Why else would we go to all this effort? Now then, approximately one week ago, we recieved information that your company, Six Corps., was creating an operation to test a newly developed weapon in the amazon. Naturally, this piqued our interest, so we sent out a team of our own, to observe this test. But clearly, things didn't go as planned.

"But let me get to the point. We want to know exactly what Project Apocalypse is, what it does, it's current location, and how it can be stopped. And don't attempt to feign innocence, we know you know," she tossed a small device onto the table, the same device Chandler handed to Price back in the jungle. Current situation unknown, it's screen flashed, cannot locate project.

............................

"Let's get one thing straight," the older man finally spoke up, "I don't give a damn about you or what you do. You can go to hell, for all I care. But the sooner you give us the information we require, the sooner we can all go home."

The man stood up, walking beside Zanovich's chair. "Where is Project Apocalypse?"

...........................

Mr. Lavender sat forward in his chair, elbows on the table, an expression of youthfull curiosity on his face.

"Artermis, huh? She was the Greek goddess of nature, wasn't she? Well, anyway, I think it's a neat sounding name. But you mentioned your father earlier, what was he like?"

..........................

Another voice drifted from the table in the boardroom.

"Perhaps we should bring back Mark Stone as well, he was the head of the project. It would be best if we had this large source of information under our 'protection'."

[Ronster]

Zanovich sighed deeply.

"You went trough all this work and still did not find Apocalypse. Tut tut tut."
Zanovich said with a taunting tone, looking at the old man.

"All i know is that we got seperated in the jump, i was supposed to guard it and instead landed into a tree, my chute got tangled up and i strugled for 5 minutes to cut the ropes and climb down the tree. Then your "peace keeping force" entered the area and started threatening us with those things."
Zanovich said, moving the fingers of the bionic arm a little.

"And...now, im here."
Added Zanovich.

[wolfdemon]

"My father? He was kind of a strict person, also he had a respectable job. Probably some university professor or something. He had a degree in ancient mythology and his study room was stuffed with those kind of things. But I wasnt interested in that kind of stuff at all. Usually I used his books as chairs or foot stools."
Well, half of this was true. Mark Stone was like a father to her and he was very into mythology, but Artermis prefered science and technology. Mark eventually convinced her to install mythology databases into her, but she still didnt like it very much though.

[Comment]

The calls went out, encrypted in the appropriate fashion.

To Mark Stone, the message was simple: Get the hell back to Six Corps. and start advising on the situation. This was not a request, but an order. ((Wolfdemon, would you mind bringing Mark back? If you don't want to control him personally just name somebody to take over.))

Osadze's call went briefly. "We want you to retrieve Apocalypse, Chandler, and Zanovich. No UN casualties."

"I was wondering when you'd ask."

.......................

"It's cyborg battle armour, it fights, I have no clue where you put it, and conventional explosions should work just fine." Chandler hoped this would be a sufficiently convincing lie, aided by his naturally sincere personality, but if they found him out he could just lead them in circles. They may have cracked terrorists who hid bombs in their shoes in here, but never a graduate of the Six Billion program.

The only thing that disturbed him, though, was the fact that he didn't know the answer to one of these questions. What was Apocalypse's purpose? Six Corps. had better things to do than piss away money on artificial life. Did this innocent girl-machine have some capability that he should know about? Chandler always hated being treated like the Board's lackey, but this bit of information that was kept from him may be incredibly important.

[Dr. Adcon]

"You're telling a fib," she waved her finger at Chandler in a very mocking fashion, "The armor we found in the jungle is a basic Six Corps. model your company uses for hazardous situations and the like. Nothing special about it. The girl we found inside it, however, is a different matter completely."

The woman began to pace the room, eventually giving a sideways glance to Chandler. "She's not entirely human, is she?"

...........................

"That's quite a lot of words for 'I don't know'," the man sighed to Zanovich, cracking his neck back and forth, "How much are they paying you? You can't be earning more than a basic corporate merc's salary. Certainly doesn't leave much for the finer things in life." he paused, letting the words sink in a little, "Consider this. We can pay you three times whatever Six Corps. is offering for your services, and all we want is some information."

.........................

Mr. Lavender gave a warm smile, "My dad was much the same way. I bet your father hated it when you misplaced one of his precious 'tomes of information', as my dad always called them." he let loose a small chuckle. "But you haven't mentioned your mother much. What was she like?"

........................

As the interrogations moved on, Colonel Price was becoming increasingly irritated at the slow progress they were making. He was never much of a patient man, a fault he himself would attest to. Indeed, it took all of Eric's self-control to keep from bursting into a room, grabing a prisoner by the shirt cuffs, and demanding answers. But he didn't, partly because he knew it most likely wouldn't help the situation at all, and partly because he didn't want hear it from his superiors if he did.

Yet, a single thought still nagged in the back of his brain, clawing to the surface for attention. Why did it feel that it had been too easy? The Six Corps. group had put up little resistance, aside from the two avions that had to be shot down, and now they were sitting here playing 'hard-to-get' with much needed information, with no attempt by Six Corps. of a rescue. Perhaps it was too easy.

Or, perhaps, he was just being paranoid again.

Eric took another drink from the coffee cup he was holding, and stared out the one-way mirrors. What was so damned important?

[Ronster]

Zanovich was silent for a few seconds, thinking about it, and finally he spoke.

"They are offering me nothing, they gave me my arm back, and for exchange, i work for them. I don't give a damn about your money."
Zanovich spat out.

"Your the friggin' UN, why don't you just get a damn permit and bust into the Six Corps laboratories. Besides, i don't know were Apocalypse is now, its somewhere still back there for all i know, im not giving you nothing because i can't give you anything !"
Zanovich said and rolled hes eyes.

[wolfdemon]

In a small cottage on the countryside of England, Mark sat in the garden enjoying the peace of the empty land.
Then suddenly, a phone call.
He picked it up, then 3 minutes later he packed his bags and left the house

Artermis twiddled her thumbs and kept on talking.
"My mum? I dont know much about her. My dad and her broke up when I was like 2. Havent heard from her since then."

[Comment]

Up on the roof of the building, three unconscious guards hit the ground at exactly the same time. Within a minute, the guards had been hidden and the ventilation system breached. This would be a simple operation.

.....................

"Of course she's not completely human. Nor am I, nor the soldier with us. We're all cyborgs. Now, if you would quit badgering me, we could get along just fine."

[Dr. Adcon]

The woman gave out another sly smile, this time taking a different file from the suitcase on the table.

"We gave each of you a basic medical examination, x-rays, blood tests, that sort of thing. Your friend, however, produced some very, shall we say, interesting results." She continued, spreading the papers across the table for Chandler to read, "By all acounts, she appears perfectly normal, with all the proper organs in all the proper places. But we both know that what appearences are, and what the truth is, are two different things. No, your friend is not human, but she is an excellent imation of one. In a sense, she's too perfect, as if every single cell in her body was expertly crafted. There is nothing wrong with here, and that's the problem."

She sat down again, elbows on the table, her eyes meeting his. "But I'm betting you already knew that, didn't you?" A knock at the door interrupted the tension, as the woman got up to answer it. She left the room for several minutes, and eventually she re-entered, with Colonel Price in tow. He took to leaning against a wall, leaving his sidearm clearly visible, as the woman regained her composure, clearly from having a very heated argument.

"Now, then," she said, "Where were we?"

......................

The older man chuckled as he stood up, clearly sore from having to sit so long.

"It's been a long time since I met someone in this world who paid their debts. And you know what, I believe you. Why would Six Corps. reveal important information to you?" he began to head towards the door, "If you remember anything useful, the guards are right outside." He then left, shutting off the room's lights from the outside.

....................

"Funny," Mr. Lavender answered, pulling a folder out of the suitcase, "because on this data sheet I have on your history, it doesn't say anything about your mother. Or your father, for that matter. In fact, we don't have any information on you. It's like you don't exsist." he leaned in, his cheery personality gone, "Now, tell me, how can this be?"

[wolfdemon]

"Well, I dunno about that. Half my life I've been home and never went out. That'd probably explain why I dont have any passport records or anything."
Artermis shrugged. SHe could just merely connect to the national database from here, but after her data magically appearing, they;d be very suspicious. So she decided it was best to go with the flow.

Meanwhile in the UN base's medical bay a couple of doctors were examining Artermis' blood more carefully. Then suddenly..
"Oh dear lord..."
A doctor came rushing out of the bay and began sprinting to the interrogation rooms, looking for the colonel.

[Comment]

Well, that was that. They had discovered that Artemis was a masterfully crafted machine, and soon enough they'll undoubtably find that the board had Stone hide a zombification virus inside her or something equally ridiculous. Any hope Chandler had of breaking out alone was broken by Price's presence.

Luckily, that was the moment Osadze's strike team burst out of the ductwork.
((Man, that's almost too deus ex machina.))

Two Lusts, quickly followed by two Prides. The Prides were designed to be fast robots, but they carried heavy arms. On the arms of their slim, human-like frame there usually hung a pair of laser cannons, currently replaced by guns full of sleep darts, although their bayonets and shoulder-mounted rocket launchers remained intact. A Pride lunged for the UN employees, while its double, followed by the Lusts, cut Chandler free. The Pride was carrying a satchel, and almost beckoned Chandler's attention to it, but he was approaching Price and the woman. The tides had turned, and Peter intended to ride them as best he could. ((Hope everyone's okay with the turnaround.))

[Mibu Wolf]

sorry for the delay in getting into the pole playing guys, things came up. so on to my profile.

Name:Fujita
Age and Gender: 27 years six months. Gender: male
Faction: cyborgs
Apperance: tallish, 74 in, japanese, black air, yellow eyes, unhandsome, sharp nose, lined, scarred face, apperes older than looks, deep voice, speaks in japanese to himself.
Modifications: enhanced eyes, can detect movement from farther away, can watch fast movement very well (ex:can see indevidual hummingbird will-beats) enhanced joints, has fast reaction time, and quick movement (joints incluse wrists, elbows, clavicals, knees, ankles, fingers, neack, toes, and whatever you call that part of your body that connects your torso to your legs.
Backstory:After a young life in Japan, fujita went into military, he traveld to many countries and heard of the plan to create cyborges while in Pondachri India, he signed up as soon as possible, and was given his enhancements, found a girlfriend, but found she was cheating on him for another soldier. he killed the other man and was cast out of the lilitary. looking for work he heard about the experiments that were harmless, he signed up, and was paid. but soon he became concerned, because his cybourgic implants were losing their functionality. after being denied information, he asked an assistant how to repair cybourgs, the assistant told him, and he repaired himself, this allowed him to see if ther was any tampering with his implants after a operation.

I guess I will meet up with your charecters somehow and get dragged into all of this, oh, and my wepon (if we get any) is a no-dachi

[Ronster]

Zanovich heard a few gunshots from the main halls, and decided that it was the time to move. Zanovich started jumping the chair backwards towards a glass mirror, centimeter by centimeter he was finally there, now if he could just get the chair to fall just in the right angle. Zanovich started to do a swing like motion in the chair, shaking it to get it into the right angle, and finally he pushed one last time and the chair fell over onto the mirror, shattering it and spreading glass onto the floor, Zanovich tipped the chair over and attempted to take a piece with hes normal hand. And did it. With the piece of glass in hes palm he twisted it a little and started to cut trough the ropes, one by one.

"Finally damn it !"
Zanovich said to himself as the last rope went loose, freeing hes cyborcic arm from the electric restrainers. Now he had to find a firearm, virtually anything that had lethal force. Zanovich ran to the door and shouted something trough it.

"Guard ! I remembered something !"
Zanovich shouted and hid behind a corner. Seconds later the guard came in, with a small sidearm.

"Nighty night."
Zanovich whispered and turned around the corner and threw a punch at the guards hed, sending him into a unconscious state. Now Zanovich had just enough time to get out of the place, he opened the sidearm case and pulled out a small USP, with a full clip. Good.

Turning around he saw the door still open and ran out into the hallway, to try and find the others, and create a distraction, shutting down the power whould probably be enough, he just hoped that the UN soldiers didn't have NightVision with them. Suddenly the alarm burst into its familiar cry, hes escape had ben detected, apparently the guard in the room had come to and got to somekind of alarm panel near the cell. Zanovich didn't care, he just wanted to get the hell out of that place.

[wolfdemon]

in the six trillion HQ office, Mark stone sat in a comfy chair.
He had arrived much earlier than expected.
He picked up the phone and called chandler

[Comment]

((Lessee here, ansible... we could fit your character in as called-in backup for Osadze. Is that okay with you?))

((Oh, wait, I missed your last post, Wolfdemon.))
A beeping sound came from the Pride's satchel. As much as Chandler would like to beat Price senseless with his own leg, whatever the backup could be bringing would be more important. Reaching in, he found three machine pistols, and three earpieces. Selecting the one that was making noise, he placed it in his ear, while also drawing one of the guns.

"Chandler here. Who's calling?"

[wolfdemon]

"Seems that your not in your office chandler. Tell me whats happened. Now."
There was coldness in his voice, clearly quite angry. He was either angry that his peace was shattered by the six corps or some thing much more important to him...

[Dr. Adcon]

"So, is your husband still commuting to the moon each week?" Carlson asked Greeson, checking in their weapons into the armory.

"Yeah," she answered, handing the sidearm to the attendant "But at least it's only for a few days, and he said he was off all next week, so we're both looking forward to that."

That was when the alarm sounded. The two eyed each other for a moment, before rushing back to the armory, outfitting themselves with usual gear: Vests, assault rifles, grenades, and sidearms. Carlson also took a small field computer with him; in his experience, one would never know when a computer might be useful.

As the two raced down the hallway to the interrogation rooms, of which Carlson suggested, "If shit's gonna happen, it'll happen there," he ran straight into a very distressed looking doctor. Before either man could fully catch their bearings, Greeson shoved them both around a corner. She then took cover at the edge, hissing "Prides!" and opening fire at them as she did so.

[Comment]

The Prides in question immediately returned fire, but didn't have much of a defense strategy. It seems they were merely trying to block the way.

............

"We've been captured by the UN while on a training mission for Apocalypse. Mark, I need to know exactly what he... its capabilities are and how dangerous it is." After muttering this, Chandler drew his gun and pointed it at the two UN employees in the room. "I'll need to find Zanovich and Artemis, and you're going to help me."

...........

At the Rio de Janerio airport, a supersonic jet took off, its fuselage emblazoned with a logo , the letters VI. A muscular, blond man with a metal hand stepped up to the tall Japanese man who had stepped out of it. In a distinctly Eastern European accent, to strong man said to the tall one: "I trust you know why you're here, Fujita. My name is Guram Osadze, and I will be your superior for this mission." ((ansible, enter stage left.))

[wolfdemon]

"Tell me this first; is her collar still intact? Its a small metallic tag around her neck. Check that first then we'll talk."

[Comment]

"We were seperated, but I'm going to find her. I'll call you back when I find out."

Suddenly, Peter reached out and grabbed the interrogator, holding her with one arm while aiming the gun at her with the other. "Colonel, you look like a smart man, so I won't bother with threats. Just take me to my team and let us leave this city."

[Dr. Adcon]

Things had officially gone from bad to the worst possible scenario imaginable. From the desperate look in the woman’s eyes, Eric assumed that she had never found herself at gunpoint before. Understandable, being that she was used to controlling the situation, not the situation controlling her.

“That will be rather difficult,” he responded to the Six Corps. director, “All the interrogation rooms in the building went on lockdown mode the second the alarm was triggered. Except for this one, of course,” he indicated to the blown open door, “Now, it just so happens that I have the necessary clearance to open the rooms. Just put her down, and I’ll do whatever you want.”

………………………

Greeson put up a good fight, but she quickly found herself pinned down by the Prides. She was outnumbered and outclassed, damn computerized targeting systems and all. She hugged the corner, and checked the status of her rifle.

Carlson, however, had plans of his own. A quick scan of the Prides revealed that they were receiving signals from an outside source, which probably wouldn’t be prepared for a counter-attack from it’s own signal. Piggybacking on the frequency the Prides were using led Carlson to the A.I. coordinating the attack. Fortunately, his intrusion had yet to be noticed.

“Need some help?” he asked Greeson.

“Unless you can take down war droids with enthusiasm, no,” she answered back, “Why? What do you have planned?”

Carlson smiled, the ball now in his court. “I might be able to screw up the Prides internal AI. It won’t give us much time, only a few seconds, but you should be able to make it count. Just wait for the signal.”

“What’s the signal?” she questioned as she readied her rifle, “Wait, let me guess, I’ll know it when I see it.”

“You know me so well.”

[Comment]

"I'm sorry, Colonel, but I'll hang on to her, if you don't mind. I don't want anybody to run and force me to shoot them, now." Even as Peter said this, however, he switched his grip from an arm around her neck to just a firm hand on her upper arm. Compromise rarely works, but this position would allow more speed. Just in case.

((New faction introduced. adcon, if you would?))

[wolfdemon]

In thelocked down room artermis just sat there calmly. Listening to the gunfights going on outside and just humming quitely. She was extremely bored now.

[Dr. Adcon]

((Of course))

“The situation in the building has reached optimum levels. Commence the operation,” the electronically disguised voice spoke from the speakerphone on the table. Six figures stood around it, all clad in black riot gear, their faces hidden by the visors on their helmets. Within seconds, the entire group had rushed across the street to the chaos that was the UN Headquarters, blowing open a door to gain entrance. Several UN employees were on the other side; they did not last long.

Being careful to avoid the conflict between the Prides and the UN Peacekeepers, the unit ran to an interrogation room, this one containing Project Apocalypse. The team knew of the project’s abilities from observing the test in the jungle, and their weaponry and communication system were properly shielded. Unit 1 nodded to Unit 6, and watched as the other attached a small explosive to the lock on the door. Two figures were found inside after the door was blown open, one the team knew to be Project Apocalypse, and the other a very surprised looking man. He was silenced to avoid complications. Unit 1 nodded again, this time to Unit 2, who readied a tranc gun in the humanoid machine’s direction.

………………

Eric shook his head as he stood up, leaning against the wall. There would be no use arguing with the man, that could only lead to people getting shot.

“Fine,” Price answered, flicking a small bit of plaster off his shoulder, “Do you want to lead, or shall I?”

[Comment]

"You're in front, Colonel. You're the one who knows his way about the place."

While he was saying this and starting to follow Price, Peter was receiving a call from a new voice on his earpiece. In a distinct accent, the new contact said, "Peter, you old dog, how are ya?"

"Just fine, Guram. I trust you're responsible for this little operation?"

"Of course. Myself and an escort will be there to get you and your team back to HQ personally... Wait, something just happened."

"Excuse me?"

"Just a hatchet that's been dug up again. I'll hurry."

[wolfdemon]

Artermis just sat there, stunned by what just happened.
She was useless against those six figures, all had special hack-proof components attached to all their gear and the emp emit/trnq dart gun in one of their hands.
SHe quickly analysed the surroundings, the interrogation table would be a good cover when escaping. But it was useless, they were blocking the doorway.
SHe just sat there nervously, staring at the new people.

[Ronster]

Zanovich had ran into the corridors near the other interrogation rooms. Hes bionic arm now working perfectly, he managed to knock down a few guards on the way, the metal fist really had some use. One hit under the jaw and lights were out. Finally he reached two very familiar looking men. The colonel, and Peter.

"Well bloody 'ell, seems like the parts have shifted."
Said Zanovich as he saw Peter with the gun.

"We need to find Apocalypse before this thing blows up in our hands, if the UN managed to call in reinforcements, oh boy we are so dead."
Zanovich said with a worried voice. As soon as he had said that he pulled out a small gun, and counted the bullets in the clips, pulled the slide back, released it, and removed the safety.

"Ill cover your back."
Zanovich said.

[Dr. Adcon]

“Well isn’t this just goddamn brilliant?” Eric shouted, his anger no longer willing to be contained, “Why don’t we all sit down and have a fucking tea party while where at it!”

“Sir, calm down!”

Eric recognized that voice, how could he not? It had potential to be the one stroke of luck he would have all day. “Major, is that you?”

Greeson emerged from around the corner, her assault rifle trained on the many people and robots in front of her. “Seriously, sir, if you continue yelling like that, you’re going to throw out your voice.”

“It’s nice to know you care,” he sighed, the calm returning.

"Sir, if you don't mind my asking, what's going on here?" she gestured to Chandler and the hostage he had.

"Oh, this nice gentleman here suggested that we all go see some of his friends that came here with him, and he's threatened to shoot his interrogator if we don't cooperate."

"I see," her eyes met Chandler's, "You do realize that unless you power down the Prides, and throw down all your weapons, you will never make it out alive?"

................

All had gone as planned. The project would soon be in their custody, and no one in the building would notice their presence. No one alive, that is. That’s what they thought; until a UN Peacekeeper ordered them so drop their weapons. He was quickly shot, but the damage was done, for in the smallest of seconds, Unit 2’s attention was focused on the peacekeeper, and not on the project in front.

[Comment]

"Don't pretend you have the upper hand, soldier. I have a hostage, eight guns, and..." Chandler cut himself off before saying "years of experience". Better not give too much away. "In any case, I suggest that you stand down and let me through." As he said this, he aimed at the major's torso. While she was distracted with the gun, a discreet nod was given to the Lusts.

Two sleeper darts were quickly shot at the Major's neck.

.................

"Finally here," Guram grunted. Having driven all the way from the airport, violating about seven traffic laws along the way, Osadze and Fujita had finally arrived. Dressed in appropriate identity-protecting clothes, the two headed for the building. The doors had been blown in from the outside. Guram only thought one thing upon seeing this: Well, we know it can't get any worse from here. ((ansible, you may enter here.))

[Knightmare]

Name:Sarah Gillian
Gender and age:Female 25
Faction: None but is hired by Rivertech, to find out secrets and upcoming projects from Six corps
Appearance:Long blond hair, blue eyes, thin, wears standard guard uniform but has stealth/body armour underneath for protection
Modified parts: None
Back story:A spy from Rivertech, she has been sent in as a mole to find out what is going on behind the scenes and steal any data that she can find. Disguised as a guard she enters her first day as an employee armed with a comm-link, a mini camera and some EMPs to stop any cyborgs if nessercery.

(Sorry I didn't post before but I could not fit my old character into the story so me and Revenant decided to change it a bit.)

[Mibu Wolf]

the two men walked from the car, stepping over a corpse, they approached Guram, on the lookout for any sign of movement a glint of steel caught the eyes of Fujita, (sorry, bit of god moding here) dashing over, to it, they all heard a crack of gunfire as somthing wizzed over gfuram's head. drawing his katana, fujita stabbed at the brush. (somone else pick up here, don't want to be too god-modey)

[Comment]

Guram watched as his accomplice stabbed at the brush, noting the location of the bullet hole on the wall he was facing. "Nice reflexes, but I think it may have been a sniper on the building behind us. Inside, quick."

((Knightmare, you go ahead and do whatever, I'll handle Six's response.))

[Dr. Adcon]

"Greeson!" Carlson shouted, horrified as he watched his teammate fall. Screw plans, he thought, this happens now. With a single button press on the tablet PC he carried with him, the Prides and Lusts the Six Corps. bastards had with them began to go haywire, their guidence software and audio/visual sensors disrupted. It would only last a minute at the most, but, hopefully, it would be enough.

Taking up the assault rifle he left on the ground, Carlson began using a suppressing fire tatic while rushing to Greeson's side, dragging her unconscious body back around the corner. He had no real target in mind, he just wanted to get Greeson to safety.

........................

Eric, on the other hand, knew exactly what his target was. Thankfully taking advantage of the distraction Carlson provided, he swung his leg back, knocking the man off-balance enough for the woman he held to run.

Price used the momentum from the kick to pivot on his other foot, turning to face Chandler, the combat knife from his belt in his hands. He had to close the distance between them, otherwise he was going to get pumped full of lead, either by Chandler, or by Zanovich, if his attention wasn't focused on Carlson's rescue attempt.

((I'm holding off the Rivertech part until Wolfdemon posts.))

[wolfdemon]

Artermis quickly jumped off her chair and swung it towards the Rivertech thugs.
Then with her inhuman reflexes knocked the table side ways and slid to the exit with it, using it as a shield from the tranq bullets.
The table was made of metal, it could reflect the emp waves of the darts and block the tranq darts, making a perfect cover. All she had to do now was to reach the exit and run like hell.

[Dr. Adcon]

The Units quickly regrouped after the project's escape. Unit 2 continued to fire darts at the project, but to no avail. It was simply too fast, blocking every shot with the table it held.

There was another problem as well. The project appeared to be heading directly to the center of the battle between the UN Peacekeepers and the Six Corps. rescue team. No matter, they were prepared for this eventuality, "Leave no witnesses," their commanding officer ordered them.

The com symbol lit up in Unit 1's helmet, indicating an incoming transmission. "We have a problem," said Unit 7, the sniper who would be covering their exit, "Guram and an accomplice are here."

"They are inside the building?" Unit 1 assumed, otherwise they would be dead.

"Correct."

"Continue the mission as planned. We will deal with them if the need arrives."
Unit 1 then signaled to the rest of the team to follow the project, with Unit 1 taking point.

[wolfdemon]

In desperation, Artermis accidentaly hacked into the building's mainframe through the loose wireless network. She retrived the building works and began making her way to the main exit, unlocking doors by bypassing their programming.
She sprinted for a straight 4 minutes without even getting tired, yet she was no where near the exit yet.

[Superlagg]

((So, whats the situation now?))

[Ronster]

Zanovich was in the firefight, when a stray bullet from a very dazed security guard hit him in the neck, the blood spewing onto the floor as Zanovich fell to hes knees. He held hes hands on hes neck as more blood spewed out, trying to stop the bleeding. It was only a scratch, but enough to make hes artery burst open, he had little time find something to block it. So he ripped a part of hes shirt off and stuck it in to hes neck.

"Whe need to get out of here, and fast !"
Zanovich said with a desperate voice as a few more security guards bursted into the hallway.

He looked around, and saw a good sized ventilation shaft. He ran to it and covered behind a cement wall, just enough space there to peek out and watch.

"Ventilation shaft, get to it !"
Zanovich shouted.

[Comment]

Peter Chandler was not the one to normally speak in sentence fragments, but time was short. "Busy! Give me help!" With this, he tossed the machine pistol in Zanovich's direction, hoping he was in good enough shape to catch and use it. He then turned to meet Eric.

If Peter Chandler had anything to his name, it was debating, marksmanship, and hand-to-hand combat skills. Hopefully his old teammate would catch up soon. Just like the old days, with MacCall...

...........

Indeed, Guram was working on it. Racing through the halls, he was following the transmission from Chandler's ear bud. Other trackers on his PDA indicated six people with no identifying signals coming from them. Drawing a customized, lightweight riot shotgun, Guram loaded some slugs into it and ran to meet his old pals.

Rivertech.

[Dr. Adcon]

With Carlson and the added security guard back-ups taking care of Zanovich and the sin-bots, Price was free to take down Chandler at his leisure. It had been a few months since he had used his Tae Kwon Do skills, instead choosing to focus on the UN Peacekeeper style of Close Quarters Combat, but he was sure that his skills were up to snuff.

Besides, how good could a lawyer be at throwing a punch anyway?

Deciding to test the waters, and to see how long it would take to bring him down, Eric ran up and threw a roundhouse kick in Chandler’s direction, using his left leg as a base.

((More Rivertech as soon as Wolfdemon posts.))

[wolfdemon]

Artermis was moving fast, in the safest route possible.
The ventilation shafts were an easy way to get past the enemy without letting them know you were there.
According to the building works the shaft would lead her to the first floor eventually.

[Dr. Adcon]

It was becoming difficult to keep track of the project, it moved so fast. Even the Units with leg enhancements were having trouble keeping up. Finally, the team managed to catch the project in a dead end, only to realize that it had taken to the ventilation system to escape.

Sending Unit 2 and two others to cut off the project’s escape on the upper floors, Unit 1 proceeded with the remainder of the team to plant charges on the structural supports of the building. It would assure that all evidence of their “visit” would be destroyed, and Six Corps. attempted rescue would explain any dead bodies discovered in the rubble. There was a small snag to the plan, however. A support strut for the building was placed almost dead center in the conflict between Six Corps. and the UN Peacekeepers. Unit 1 had suspected that it would eventually come to this; at least he would be able to see his old “buddy” Chandler again. Nodding to the other Units, they moved out, weapons at the ready.

[Ronster]

Zanovich saw the auto-pistol land near him, and dashed for it, he took hes in hes hands and stood back up to face the wall. He tried to peek around the corner but a near ricochet flew some concrete dust into hes eyes and he pulled back.

At the left, there was a small passageway without guards, and a glass door at the end, if Zanovich was lucky and fast enough, he whould make it. He was going to run. It was a calculated risk, alltough the passage way apparently lead to a upper floor, but it was without guards, since many of them had come and joined the fight. There was a glass plated floor upstairs, that provided a view to downstairs, if he could get up there, he could succesfully return fire at the guards.

Zanovich took off, running at the passage way, tackling a UN security guard on the way, but Zanovich'es running was more like shambling along.

[wolfdemon]

Artermis accessed sets of metal ladders and began to climb them rapidly. All she could think of now was escaping. She hacked even more into the UN system in order to set out a clear path for her, even by means of locking down all other paths.

[Comment]

Chandler caught Price's flying foot, if not without difficulty, and sent him spinning to the floor with a quick twist. Not a strictly legal move in the world of martial arts, but Peter and Guram had never been trained to be honourable, only to win. ((If you take issue with that, adcon, feel free to speak up. I just want to get everyone out of this building and moving somewhere else.))

Price would only stay on the floor for so long. Pocketing the remaining earbuds from the Pride's satchel and drawing both machine pistols, Chandler sprinted after Zanovich. Nice to see he's a good solo player, but the group really has to stay together. There's no telling what could happen otherwise.

[Ronster]

Zanovich had run back down the stairs to the corridor because the door itself was locked. But were was Apocalypse, and were was everybody else.

"The doors locked !"
Zanovich shouted as he saw Chandler sprinting towards him.

"And im out of ideas, if the UN people get to the security lockdown switches we can't get out. Luckily this guy has the pass."
Zanovich said and pointed at a unconscious UN guard with a very distinct mark of a punch in hes chin, a little blood coming out of the nose also. He knealed down and took a small passcard off the guy.

"But if i know the UN they have a alternate passcard somewhere."
Zanovich sighed deeply.

[Comment]

((Where'd everyone go?))

[Mr.McSpiff]

I'd like to sign up. Just stick me wherever/Whenever.

Name: William Griffin
Age: 11 (I was abducted at a young age for the implant thingies, I'm playing as me as a cyborg basically)
Faction: Six Cyborg
Height: 5'4"
Appearance: Semi-Darkish-Blonde hair blue/gray eyes, slightly "bulky around the gut" appearance
Modified parts: Enhanced vission, can see in night and thermal visions through eyes. enhanced reflexes, 2x speed of olympic runner, enhanced strength
Equipment: Enhanced prototype sniper rifle thing, clothes, standard issue-military furturistic ration bar things.

[Dr. Adcon]

((Sorry, I'll post later today, I just had a lot on my plate the last couple of days.))

[Comment]

((That's all right. Me, I just have no idea how to push this thing forward, although I do have something planned for when the group is back together.))

[Mr.McSpiff]

(Can we please play with the little people we have left that still remember this thread? I've already signed up a few posts back so let's go!)

[wolfdemon]

((Im waiting alot))

[Ronster]

((The group kinda got seperated, so we need to get back together. Revenant might do it like 'poof' were all back together, and make up a small backstory for it, then we can find a good place were to get Mrmcspiff into the story.))

[Comment]

((Engaging poofage subroutine.))

Having finally caught up to to Zanovich, Chandler took a moment to breathe and hand his teammate an ear bud. "It's all right if we don't have both keycards, somebody of your mass could shoulder barge those doors down no problem. For now, we should wait for our team here." Almost as if on cue, Guram rounded the corner.

"Finally found you! I swear, Pete, if I lose you like this again, I'm not coming back for ya."
"No need to worry, Guram. The worst is behind us, I hope..."
((All right, Wolfdemon, go ahead and spring out of the ductwork here, if you want. If Knightmare is still following this, go ahead and make your own entrance, whether it be here or at Six HQ.

McSpiff, would you mind changing your character's age? I have a possible entrance for you, but having an 11-year-old appear to help a team of armed adults is kind of odd, you know?))

[Dr. Adcon]

((Sorry for taking so long, I've just had a lot of stuff to do lately.))

Well, that was unexpected, Price thought as he pulled himself up. Clearly, Chandler was no ordinary lawyer.

It didn’t matter that Chandler had ran, the direction he took led to the parking garage, and those doors were locked and heavily fortified. He and Zanovich were trapped in a dead end. Giving a quick check of Greeson’s position, (She was fine, only knocked unconscious.) and grabbing Greeson’s assault rifle, Price chased after the Six Corps. employees. As he rounded the corner to where Chandler and Zanovich where stuck, Eric could hear other, unrecognizable voices. They were not alone.

Giving one last check to the rifle he held, Price leapt out from behind the edge, training his weapon on the director and soldier, noticing the newcomer off to the side.

“Freeze! Drop your weapons, and kick them over to me, or I will fire!” Price commanded.

“That doesn’t sound like a bad idea,” Eric heard said from behind him, as he felt the press of cold metal against the back of his neck.

……………………………

“It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?” Unit 1 spoke, gesturing to the UN Peacekeeper to drop his rifle, after which Unit 1 shoved the man to the other men from Six Corps. Units 3 and 4 had their weapons aimed at the group, ready to blow away anyone who attempted to escape. “Do as he said,” Unit 1 told the group, “I have no qualms about killing you all, especially you, Chandler.”

[Comment]

Guram and Chandler trained their weapons at the newcomers, but it was clear that they were outgunned. A quick glance passed between them.

Chandler spoke up. "I recognize your voice. You were the one who I saw kill MacCall, weren't you?" As the director distracted, Guram's mind raced. How could he turn this one around?((Adcon, is it alright to kill or injure any of the Units? If so, which ones?))

[Mr.McSpiff]

(I'm surviving a zombie outbreak (Escape from Necropolis) as an 11 year old okay, but fine how about I was abducted at 11 years of age and am 19 years old now. Oh, can I poof in now? Cause if there are any Six personel here I can save their skins if need be.)

[Comment]

((Sounds good. I'll cue you in when it's time, okay?))

[Mr.McSpiff]

(KK, how about I hear those guy's voices and am sneaking to the scene from above with my rifle and I stay hidden above them until you say so.)

[Comment]

((I was thinking more that you could be backup called in for Guram who had remained outside. Is that okay?))

[Mr.McSpiff]

(Okay, I really didn't read all of this so I'll start where I left off to catch up. And I'm up for everything as long as I get to snipe and injure and kill and stuff with my rifle from an un-seeable area.)

[wolfdemon]

As artermis was crawling through the ducts, there were certain weak parts that couldnt stand her overwhelming weight.
The plate that she was on creaked, then fell, landing directly on top of one of the newcomers.
"Ow....."

[Ronster]

Zanovich looked at the man, seemingly having a quite heavy of a sidearm. Zanovich had no guns, so he could do nothing but watch. Hes eyes turned from point to another as he tried to look for somekind of solid metal, wood, anykind of object. But nothing, there was nothing, except for a airconditioning pipe above. As Artemis fell trough onto the newcomers, Zanovich chuckled aloud.

"What a way to save the day."
Zanovich said to himself.

[Comment]

Unit 3 having been incapacitated by Artemis' entry, Guram took the chance to pump a 12-gauge deer slug through Unit 4's sternum. "Pete! Get her! Now!"

Chandler nodded and dashed over to where Unit 1 stood, pointing one of his guns at the man's head. "Sorry, but we have to be leaving now. It's been nice seeing you."

[wolfdemon]

As artermis was brushing away the dirt and the wreckage off her, as her hand brushed past her neck, she realized that her collar was missing.
It must;ve come off when they removed her armor.
'No wonder I could hack freely.... I wonder....'
Then after a split second, a smirk formed on her face.
Then she silently whispered to herself
"Bingo"

[Mr.McSpiff]

(Who's the Six Corps person wo currently has the radio now? If Rev'll permit it I'd like to pop my guy in now to help them get the heck outta there.)

[Dr. Adcon]

“Likewise,” Unit 1 responded, after which he grabbed Artermis and tossed her at Chandler.((Cyborg implants. It’s the new tattoo.)) The other Units would be no help, Unit 3 was unconscious and Unit 4 was dying of blood loss. In order to complete the objective, Unit 1 would have to reach the second team. But that could prove difficult.

…………………..

It was not a good day to be in Mr. Watson’s way. New information had come up, or rather, lack of information, and the Six Corps. board of directors were not happy. And when the board of directors weren’t happy, Mr. Watson wasn’t happy, and nobody liked it when Mr. Watson wasn’t happy.

Not bothering to knock on the door, Mr. Watson walked right Mark’s office, slamming a memo on the desk. “Why is it that there are no records of Project Apocalypse any ware in our database? Capabilities, test results, even the information on where we originally discovered it is gone. It’s all gone. Care to tell me why?” his tone held a bit of anger and frustration, a reflection of the mood of the board of directors.

[Comment]

(Who's the Six Corps person wo currently has the radio now? If Rev'll permit it I'd like to pop my guy in now to help them get the heck outta there.)
((Guram and both Peters have ear buds at the moment. Hope that helps.))

"Damn, do I hate surprises," Chandler grumbled as he got up. Helping Artemis up after him, he noticed her collar was missing. Stopping Guram from chasing after Unit 1((assuming he's running)), Peter signed him to guard Artemis and hurried aside to make a private call to Mark.

"Mark, bad news. Her collar came off somehow. Now, what does it mean already?"

[Mr.McSpiff]

(Okay that's good enough :lol: I'm gonna bring my guy in if that's okay.)

(The message is on an open channel to all Six Corps. comm devices in that area. But if I can't bring my guy in yet, just say so and I'll delete the post.)

"This is Six Corps HQ, any Six personel respond. We've got satelite images and footage of enemy movements in the area. We are sending a/n (insert perfered Six Corps. extract ariel transport's name here.) with one of our extractor troops, don't worry, he's supremely qualified. The LZ is a few clicks west of your position. All Six Corps personel get to that LZ NOW!"

[wolfdemon]

Mark stood frozen for a moment in the office.
"No time to explain. Knock her out. NOW!"

[Comment]

So many things happening at once, Peter was a bit off-balance. Mark's message was urgent enough to prompt him to action, however. Attracting Guram's attention, he pointed at Artemis and tapped his forehead. Nodding in understanding, Guram sidled up behind Artemis and swung the butt of his shotgun at her head. Never subtle, that one.

..............

Meanwhile, the same jet that had dropped the team off had landed at the local airport, guraded by two Wrath superheavy robots and a single Sloth artillery. Lusts were posted around the perimeter. All that was left was to wait until everyone had come back.

[Dr. Adcon]

Mr. Watson stood in Mark’s office, annoyed that he was being ignored. “Mark, I demand an answer, now! Why is there no information on Project Apocalypse?” After still receiving no reply, Mr. Watson took drastic steps, unplugging Mark’s phone from a socket in the floor.

“There,” the man said, “Maybe you’ll answer me now.”

…………………

How clueless are these people? Eric thought. It appeared that the entire group forgot about him, all because a girl fell through a ventilation shaft. Well, Price was never one to pass up a golden opportunity, and he took it, by grabbing a fallen weapon from one of people in riot gear, and trained it on Chandler.

“Alright, for the last time, you are all under arrest. Drop your weapons, and kick them to me. I swear, I’m not saying it again. Remember, I am authorized to use lethal force, and at this point, I’m more than willing.”

…………………

How could it be that the best Rivertech had to offer were beaten by the Project falling through the ceiling? It was pathetic. But Unit 1 had to regroup; he couldn’t take them all on his own. Contacting the second team, Unit 1 directed them to the outside entrance of the parking garage. They could blow the door open from the outside.

[Mr.McSpiff]

Will was dropped off near the prison complex (where the last Six Corps. satellite footage of the team was recieved from) as he was exiting the insertion/extraction jet, he yelled to the pilot to wait for him to get back with the team and any prisoners. He then ran to the complex in a record time of 8 minutes and saw everyone. Will said,"Drop your weapon or weapons and put your hands where I can see them or I will incapacitate you myself!" Anyone would have thought that he was talking to Eric at first glance, but that was not the case. "I'll say it again, drop your weapons and put your hands up, you're all under arrest and will be taken to Rivertech HeadQuarters as prisoners." After seeing them look at him and get ready for a fight, Will quickly moved to put Zanovich into an armlock, and yelled "You just made a big mistake!" as he moved.

[wolfdemon]

"Well, well, well. Do you want me to answer that in riddles watson? If you've known me better, you'd know where it all went."
Mark chuckled coldly, with his icy stare now on watson.
"Well? Im waiting for a response."

[Comment]

Damn it all. Pinned down by the Colonel, with this new hothead charging in, Chandler could only think of one course of action which would result in him staying alive and well.

"Looks like you have me cornered, Colonel. I lose." Putting down his weapons, he made sure Guram, holding Artemis in a fireman's carry, did the same. Now, let's hope that the Colonel is as adamant with this new guy as he was with me...

[Mr.McSpiff]

(Wait, I'm confused now, so I AM holding Zanovich in an armlock, and Guram and Chandler just gave up?)

[Dr. Adcon]

((It’s all a plan. And now the plot thickens.))

“Excuse me, but they are under my freakin’ arrest!” Eric shouted at the newcomer holding Zanovich down, afraid to re-direct his weapon in case Chandler and his buddy tried something stupid. “And since when did Rivertech get involved in this? God, who isn’t after you people?” that statement was directed at the Six Corps. director.

“They’re after just one person, sir,” a voice answered from behind. Greeson and Carlson walked into the situation from around the corner, taking up a suppressing position around the Colonel. “One of our scientists filled us in,” Carlson continued, “Whoever that woman is, she’s not a clone. Each one of her cells is a mini-supercomputer, light-years beyond anything we can produce today. Whatever she is, I’m betting she’s Project Apocalypse.”

“What?” Price exclaimed, his expression a combination of confusion and anger, “You mean we had the damn Project this entire time and we didn’t know it?” he walked over to Chandler, pointing the barrel of the rifle straight at his face, “Is any of this true? Is it?”

………………..

Mr. Watson sighed, “That is what we suspected. You have once again grossly misappropriated company resources, and this time you saw fit to destroyed classified information. It has come to the Board’s decision that, after Project Apocalypse is safely returned and back in her cell, you will be removed from the project. But don’t worry, we’ll still be keeping your contract, and I hear there is a nice position in Antarctica, at an unmanned research station.”

The man bent down and plugged the phone back in, “I suggest you get it back, and undo the damage you have already down.” He turned and headed for the door, saying, “Oh, and you can direct all questions to myself, or one of my assistants,” as he left.

[Comment]

"Looks like you caught me, Colonel. Now, could you quit waving that gun in my face and deal with the new threat here?" Chandler said, motioning towards William. It was a risky move to give up their arms, but the only other option was to get shot. Now was the time to lay back and watch for an opening.

[wolfdemon]

Mark chuckled evily
"Back in her cell? Let me ask you one thing Watson. Why do you think I'm the head of this project? Do you actually believe I share the access codes and run commands of Apocalypse with anyone? You should've done more research watson."
Then he calmly reached for the phone, dialing Chandler's number

[Comment]

Chandler's ear bud started buzzing. About damn time.

"Yes, Mark?" he muttered, "I'm kind of tied up here, so make it quick."

...............

At the same time, Watson's cell rang. On the other end of the line was a voice that was calm, almost soothing, but those who knew it knew to be nervous of it. The CEO, Roland Darius. "Watson, I've been watching through the security system. You've screwed things up enough already, leave this operation alone. I hear you like cold climates as well, if you were thinking of moving..."

[wolfdemon]

"Make sure she doesnt reboot. Thats my only advice now. All will be explained when you Apocalypse is back, in one piece and still not functional."
Mark then hung up, then opened his laptop. He better get to work fast. He opened up the latest status file of Artermis, which was from last week and began studying it in full detail.

[Dr. Adcon]

Watson gulped loudly, beads of sweat starting to appear on his palms. Darius never directly called his cell phone when things were going well, and Watson made sure that Darius never had to call him.

“I-I apologize, sir,” Watson could never stop stuttering when he spoke with the CEO, “I just assumed that Marks actions were constituting a threat to the company, and I thought I could scare him in line. It won’t happen again, sir.” Damn right it won’t happen again, Watson thought, Rivertech’s going to make sure of that.

…………..

“Who are you talking to?” Price said, hearing Chandler speak. Was it possible that the director was in contact with someone the entire time? He dismissed the thought; it could be dealt with later. “Never mind, just hand over the girl.”

…………..

Unit 1, now with the remainder of his team, crept slowly on the group standing in garage doorway. This was perhaps his last chance at obtaining the Project, and he wasn’t about to screw it up. But the man did have other vendettas to deal with, and this was as good a time as any.

So, by killing two birds with one stone, Unit 1 aimed at Chandler, and fired.

[Comment]

Chandler only had enough time to look down and see the holes in his arm and side, before collapsing to the ground, out cold.

Guram ran over, Apocalypse completely forgotten, to tend to his fallen ally. "Pete, stay with me. I have supplies back at the van, you'll make it..." For a man who had just speared somebody with a piece of lead intended to kill deer and knocked out what seemed to be a young girl via concussion, he was unusually distraught when faced with a harmed friend. "Those bastards won't get you like they got MacCall, I'll find help..."

((Where'd CrossCountryDriver go?))

[Mr.McSpiff]

Will in all the comotion managed to handcuff Zanovich and kick him to the ground, he then raised his rifle and looked to where the shot came from, "Freeze! Drop your weapon and put your hands behind your head and maybe I WON'T take to back to Rivertech HQ in a body-bag!" (My guy having just gotten there doesn't know if Unit 1 is Rivertech or not, so if he is, just make him say so and we can try to take everyone else down and cuff 'em or bag 'em.)

[Dr. Adcon]

Staring down at Chandler’s broken body, Eric came to what he would regard as one of the poorest decisions he would ever make.

He decided to help Chandler.

He grabbed the man’s fallen form and pulled him to relative safety, ordering Carlson to give them cover. Unfortunately, Price had no real experience with field medicine, and he didn’t have the necessary materials even if he had the knowledge. He turned to the other man who had dropped down beside Chandler; clearly they had some history.

“Look,” he shouted over the firefight, “It’s not safe here anymore! Out in the garage there are a few APC’s that we can use to get the hell outta here, but we can’t get to them unless we can take out the riot guard out there. So I’m gonna need your help. Think you can trust me?”

…………….

Greeson dove for her rifle, the colonel had “borrowed” it earlier, and came up from a roll, battle-ready as ever. She noticed that Rivertech idiot had dropped Zanovich, which left him free to be taken down. She ran up to the man and crouched down, swinging her leg out in order to trip him.

((Yeah, where is CrossCountryDriver?))

[wolfdemon]

Amidst the chaos, Artermis eyes flickered open.
She quickly looked around the gunfight and then dived for cover. Her head was still dizzy after someone hit her, she didnt manage to turn around to see who it was but it sure hurt alot.
Carefully without anyone noticing, she accessed into her own setup system, quickly had a browse through it. She was surprised by the complicated layout of the whole thing, yet one by one data, she began to customize it to suit her needs. It was similar to someone tuning a car, but here it was much more complex and the results would be ver clear to see.

[Mr.McSpiff]

Will saw everyone running around and yelled whole shooting some blasts from his rifle in the air, "EVERYONE WHO'S NOT RIVERTECH PERSONEL DROP WHATEVER YOU"RE HOLDING, PUT YOUR HANDS UP, AND SURRENDER QUIETLY!!!"

[Comment]

Guram, now back in posession of his gun, shot the rifle out of Will's hands. That should shut the hothead up. He then turned to Price and struggled with his decision. Guram was never one to trust an outsider easily, but Pete's life might hang in the balance.

"Tell me what you want done, I'll see if I can help."

[Dr. Adcon]

Price checked the ammunition on his weapon, took note, and locked it back into place. “Right now,” he said to Guram, “I just need you to follow me.”

Quickly indicating to Carlson to continue with the suppressing fire, and nodded to Greeson to free Zanovich. When he saw an opening in the enemies’ attack, he took it, rushing to cover behind an urban tank, pressing his back against the vehicle. He then motioned for Guram to follow.

[Comment]

Guram ensured that Chandler was out of danger, and his wounds blocked with spraycan biofoam before setting out behind Price. Apocalypse went completely ignored - Guram had never been told she would have priority.

Taking the soonest opprtunity, he caught up with Price. "Could we get to the van that I drove here? There's some useful supplies I left in there."

[Mr.McSpiff]

(Okay I've been gone for a bit, so let me try to understand all the stuff going on now: I've been disarmed, Zanovich's been freed, and everyone ran or am I being ignored while I recover?)

[Comment]

((Yes.))

[Mr.McSpiff]

(Okay then... if you guys are going to run off on some vehicle or another, can I jump onto the back at the last minute or something? I mean I had planned on knocking you guys out after getting wounded, seeing if there were any Rivertech guys in there, and then get outta there.)

[Comment]

((If everything had gone according to my plan, everyone would have escaped, Chandler would be uninjured, and the horrible secrets of Six Billion would be out already.

But that's the thing about writing with others: you have to not only use your own ideas, but fit them into the framework that has already been set up.))

[Mr.McSpiff]

( I will now threaten the group with one of my two grenades, I forgot I had those...)
"Okay people listen up!" Will yelled as he tore a grenade from his belt and held it up for all to see. " I've got 2 grenades here, these 2 grenades could be used to kill us all if anyone even breathes wrong! I will ask again, anyone who's not Rivertech personel drop anything you might be holding and give it up, I'm sick of saying this!"

[wolfdemon]

A female rivertech personnel crept out from behind a box, holding a single stunner pistol, which was aimed directly at Guram's temple.
"Hand over your fire arms. Now."

[Mr.McSpiff]

Seeing the new arrival, Will looks puzzled, lowers his grenade, finally giving up on capturing anyone on his own, and says "Who in the heck are you lady?" while he retrieved his rifle and held it loosely at his side.

[wolfdemon]

The lady then quickly readjusted her pistol's aim and fired two shots at Will's both arms. Even after she shot, her pistol was still pointing towards his head.

[Mr.McSpiff]

Will fell back against the wall, yelled slightly in pain, and said, "Okay, I'm guessing no one cares I'm a Rivertech double agent unit. (By Double Agent I mean for RT not against them) And if you want proof, I'll get my security clearance pass out... well as soon as my arms stop being numb. Ow, ow, ow, ow."

[Comment]

Well, this was no good. This Rivertech flunkie's stance may have been a bit sloppy, like someone who has only learned through theory but never practise, but she was fast. The best thing for Guram to do was follow the advice Pete had given so long ago: "Know when to give up. Heroes are only the ones who end up dying first."

Guram lay his gun down on the ground and kicked it over to the newcomer. "There you are. Glad to see you're not as overeager as some of your comrades here."

[Mr.McSpiff]

Will glared at Guram, "Hey, she only has a stun pistol, shooting someone with it does next to nothing in my opinion, now if I'd've shot you with my rifle or sidearms, well you'd be pretty much dead."

[Comment]

"I'd like to see you unholster your weapon before I'd killed you five times, but now's not the time for ego-patting." Turning to the newcomer, Guram only had one question, "I've disarmed, now what do you want?"

[Dr. Adcon]

((Sorry for taking so long to post.))

What the hell is that guy doing? Eric thought, as he peeked over the car he was hiding behind, idiot’s gonna get himself killed.

Apparently, Rivertech had taken to shooting their own men. Not that it helped his situation any. Carlson and Greeson were pinned down by the riot guard, Zanovich was still on the floor, Chandler was possibly bleeding to death, and the girl, who may or may not be Project Apocalypse, was just standing around. If anything were going to change, Price would have to cause it. Problem was, he had no idea what to do.

………………..

“Unit 5, stand down!” Unit 1 shouted at the woman pointing the gun in Will’s face, “I am giving you a direct order! Stand down!” He walked over and forcibly lowered her pistol. Unit 5’s trigger finger was especially itchy, sometimes causing her to be more trouble than she was worth.

Unit 1 turned to William, his rifle trained on his head. “You say you’re Rivertech? Then what’s your Identification Code?”

…………………

Price needed to get Guram’s attention somehow, to coordinate a counter-attack. If they could take advantage of the distraction the man leaning against the wall was causing, they might be able to escape. But that wouldn’t work unless the man saw him behind the car.