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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/24/2016 3:17:12 AM
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[i]"Hold up there, kid. We already have a lock on an old friend... That's the second reason Omicron is here... We are planning a rescue mission."[/i]
[i]"Won't be easy... Got five locks. Panzer, Creed, Salem, Mourne, and Wraith all in one central place. And Silence and Judge do poorly against Mourne and Salem. It's walking in there with four guys and two loonies hoping not to die."[/i]
[b]Damien narrowed his eyes and Rook's grip on the steering wheel tightened. Jasper and Damien had once had families... Both shattered and taken... Both men left to their own crippling insanity. Damien had drunk his away until his mind was pickled... The once genius torn away and replaced with a smart madman. Jasper had turned bitter and hostile, his manic depression isolating him and turning him into a very... Very unnerving sociopath. Not to mention, both had never recovered from exposure to Cillosine... A dream state hallucinogenic that kept victims from ever 'waking up'. Both Jasper and Damien had to struggle through every day just hoping they weren't still in dreams.[/b]
[i]"Listen, Ian... We are going on a suicide mission deep into uncharted territory... I've never tried to do wrong to you before... Excluding the pepper spray... But it'd be best if we could find you a way home very soon."[/i]
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[i] Ian looks back up at Damien, staring at his eyes, and shaking his head.[/i] "Not gonna happen D. I've been with you since Creed fùcked with us from the beginning, and I plan on sticking with you. Sounds like Panzer is asking for another melting too." [i] Ian says with a grin, but a nervousness had clung to his heart. He wasn't scared, no. His outlook on life was if it was his time to go, it was his time to go. And if there was some higher power looking out for him, maybe that wouldn't be too soon. He didn't know much about Salem, Wraith, or Mourne, but he was gonna stick with Damien. Through thick and thin, no matter how much thick there was. [/i]
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[i]"You know how to pick'em, boss..."[/i] [i]"Well... If that's the case, I'm putting you with Glitch and Joker... You aren't suited for the direct lines. The big shots are there... But... I'm guessing a private army too."[/i] [i]"And since Silence and Judge are practically useless once we get to the fortress, we have one last ace in the hole..."[/i] [b]Damien nodded his agreement, Joker chuckling to himself. Not the best ace out there... But when push came to shove...[/b] [i]"That leaves Sabre and Rook to sweep and clear..."[/i] [i]"And our backup?"[/i] [b]Damien shrugged, Joker speaking up, as an idea comes to him.[/b] [i]"Big N."[/i] [i]"No... Absolutely not..."[/i]
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[i] Ian was disappointed That he wouldn't be on the front lines, but he didn't push his luck. Damien didn't have to let him go at all in reality. Ian thought for a second, tapping his fingers on his thigh,[/i] "I'm sure Lance would probably be down to go with us. He was down to go against Creed back on LD, im sure nothing's changed." [i] Ian raises an eyebrow.[/i] "Who's Big N?"
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[i]"Lance... Can't be there... I have a feeling that's what Salem wants. And if he does come... He's staying with Joker and Glitch."[/i] [i]"Our job is to make sure nothing escapes... So unless they run towards us, we get to sit back and play charades."[/i] [b]Damien shrugged, knowing full well that everything on the other side was most likely a... Trap. Not that he was afraid...[/b] [i]"And you might as well let N come. You'll say yes sooner or later. Besides, I bet he'll like the kid."[/i] [b]A chill crosses Damien's spine as he thought of his old student... A crazy person... Not Damien crazy. No... This guy was full blown Mourne crazy... Just more ethics.[/b] [i]"N stands for Nomad... Our old field scientist... The German has a thing for... Life..."[/i] [i]"He went AWOL few years back. We located him... But he went into hiding to protect his research."[/i]
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Edited by Will: 10/25/2016 2:16:25 AM"Uh huh.." [i] Ian says, pretending to understand all they said. In truth, the Nomad guy sounded weird, but what concerned him is what this Salem guy was capable of. If Damien didn't want Lance there, because Salem did, what kind of guy could take Lance? He'd seen him in action, the guy was a demon..[/i] "Well, I've got Panzer and Creed down..but what's the Wraith guy like? And Salem and Mourne..? What makes them your guys' kryptonite?"
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[b]Rook speaks up this time, Damien's eye turning to large pools of black as he grits his teeth at the mention of Mourne.[/b] [i]"Wraith is our old pilot, and tanker. He was damn good at his job... Too good. We gave him a Megalodon T-62 Auto-Mech. Let's just say, he cause a lot of causalities in the resistance. As for Mourne, he has immediate control over seals, able to take them away entirely. And Salem can control the mind and cause hemorrhaging in the brain. Damien here never got over his exposure."[/i] [i]"Boss can't tell the difference between this world, and the one he was trapped in. Eighteen months. Of course it was two minutes in real time, but mentally, he was tortured for eighteen months."[/i] [b]Damien said nothing, his complexion pale and his face twisted in a look of pure insanity. He was a broken man, with a fuse that burned up far too quick.[/b] [i]"Wraith still has the mech, and he's good with revolvers. He's got a repair seal... So the mech is hard to take down..."[/i]
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"What if someone got rid of their seals..?" [i] Ian thinks for a moment, pondering the fact that Mourne could control seals. If Ian copied that, then Wraith wouldn't have his repair seal, making the mech easier to take out, and Mourne wouldn't have control of theirs.[/i] "That would make it easier to deal with them right?"
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[i]"Possibly... But Mourne also comes packed with shields... Ninety four gates. Each one a dense spiritual wall... Couple with the fact that Glitch and I don't have seals... And we are walking into a shit storm."[/i] [i]"He is the big play. Creed is the objective monger. Salem is the back breaker. Anyway we slice it... We are fūcked..."[/i] [b]Joker falls silent a moment, the sound of treads against dust and sand the only comfort. Then, in a strangely calm tone, Joker speaks up once more, emptiness in his voice.[/b] [i]"This isn't really about us anymore... Kid, we are going into this knowing we are going to die... We are doing this because we owe Boss, and we owe the Aldons."[/i] [i]"Semper fi..."[/i] [b]Damien says nothing, knowing full well how the events would likely transpire... He was frontline runner... And once he fell... That left Silence and Rook to try and stop an insurmountable enemy.[/b] [i]"Got to hand it to you, kid... You got balls to throw your life away like this... Or you could stay and not be stupid. Leave it to the big guys..."[/i]
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[i] Ian shakes his head.[/i] "Damien's had my back for as long as I've known him. I'm not ditching out on him now. I've earned my spot with the big guys." [i] And they all could see, even though he was young, he had fire in his eyes, and most importantly, he had heart. [/i] "They can't be invincible right? There's always a chance."
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[b]Rook speaks up this time, Joker seemingly losing interest. The big man had the attention span of a ADHD lemur.[/b] [i]"Chance, yes. We don't know what's on the other side... But we do know it's going to be hell..."[/i] [b]The tank suddenly jerked to a stop, Rook stepping up and turning off the from shielding.[/b] [i]"Besides, now comes preparation..."[/i] [b]And with that, he slipped out from a small hatch on the top of the tank, his small body making it out easily. Rook was maybe 5'7, small and built for stealth... But something told Ian that saying something about the height would get the man angry.[/b] [b]The back doors slide open and a small ramp extended revealing nicely built large tents, crates, military barrels, vehicles, guns, and... People... Two to be exact, excluding everyone previously on board the tank... Silence stood with his eyepatch like sight trained on Damien, Glitch violently boxing with a dummy... Home sweet Omicron home.[/b]
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"Where's Saber?" [i] Ian questions, climbing out of the tank and dropping to the sand, Dusting himself off. He gave a two fingered salute to Silence, turning to Damien.[/i]
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[b]Damien shrugged, looking around but not seeing the Assault Tactics Officer anywhere... Not unusual... But not ordinary either...[/b] [i]"G, where is Captain?"[/i] [b]Joker asked, walking towards his long time buddy. Glitch and Joker got along the best, die hard friends... Insane together...[/b] [i]"Dun know... Silence probably knows."[/i] [b]Silence turned to his teammate, a mechanical growl emanating from his helmet before he suddenly vanished into thin air... Typical...[/b] [i]"He's probably fine..."[/i]
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"Probably." [i] Ian repeated, a shake of his head. Silence was probably the most cryptic of all of them, Ian thought so anyway.[/i] "What kind of preparation are we talking about?" [i] Ian asks. Besides unlocking my damn seal.. he thinks to himself.[/i]
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[b]Glitch and Joker chuckle, padding off to a large tent that was covered in old blood stains and mud. Then there was the other two tents... One covered in equipment and a black tarp that Rook began to walk towards, and the last one that had empty bottles outside, and a newly reappeared Silence sitting out front.[/b] [b]Damien motioned to some of the crates, walking to one and popping up the lid to reveal a massive machine gun and anti-tank rifle.[/b] [i]"Big guns, big vehicles, impressive tech, and the sort... If you want you can stay with me and Jazz, Rook and Sabre, or Joker and Glitch... The last option probably isn't the best..."[/i] [b]Damien chuckled as Rook eventually returned with dozens of throwing knives, moving towards the dummies and a large holo screen, flipping the screen onto some kind of nature documentary as he took cheap shots at the dummies with his knives. Silence say on a plastic box outside his white and black leather tent that looked quite fancy, cleaning the barrel of his sniper as he continued to simply stare at various things...[/b]
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"I'll just stick with Jazz and you.. at least I'm guaranteed my safety there. Probably." [i] He says with a smirk, glancing sideways at Damien. [/i] "Only five Omicron members here though? Whatever happened to the ones you got out of Cryo back on L9? Did Creed kill them?"
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[i]"Cryo killed their minds. Seal crazy people with a vendetta... Died in the crash. Better that way... Their minds didn't even know they were still alive."[/i] [b]Damien sighed and ran a hand through his hair as his helmet folded away. Then, the rest of his armor peeled off like a shell and he stepped out into the sunlight, skin caked with dirt and sweat... Wearing nothing but jeans and socks... The metal grafting on his chest provided enough cover.[/b] [i]"Now... It comes down to the waiting game. First we need to figure out these rifts... Then we need to find a way to open one to them... Joker was right... We need Nomad."[/i]
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[i] An idea struck Ian, not necessarily a good one, but one all the same.[/i] "Caldon Frost. You said he hates that list of people as much as you do.. the enemy of my enemy is my friend right? I don't know if that extends to a person that's also your enemy but that's neither here nor there.."
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[i]"No. Absolutely not. Caldon would just as quickly kill us as he would go on fighting them."[/i] [b]Damien shook his head hastily, moving to some more crates, peeling the lids back to expose a variety of rations and sealed foods. And a radio. With a flick of his hand, he extended the antenna while using his lower metal jaw to peel the top of aluminum can away from the pickled beats inside.[/b] [b]Overhead, something shot by, rocketing faster than the eye could keep up with, the sound of thunder following it. Rook gave a light chuckle and turned to Ian, the holo skull almost giving off a faint smile.[/b] [i]"Just found Sabre... He's in a jet."[/i]
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"Uh huh.." [i] Ian looked up as the jet flew by, but his mind was securely fixed on a battle plan. [/i] "I get that it's a suicide mission, and that we'll probably die, but if we can avoid that, that'd be nice. I think you should let Lance on the front lines with you. The guy's a demon D. Scary good. With him watching your back, you've got a better chance at survival." [i] He just hoped Damien and Lance had enough firepower between the two of them to take out the main threats like Salem and Mourne. Ian was going for Wraith or Panzer, Damien's orders be damned. [/i]
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Edited by Chesh I Guess: 10/27/2016 2:52:48 AM[b]Damien said nothing for a moment as the blood red contents of the pickled beets slid down his throat with a loud gulp. He was... Very snake like. When he finished, he slammed the can into his skull, causing the poor thing to break into pieces...[/b] [i]"Mmm... I'll think about it. There is someone there important to him... And right now, that's Salem's ace. I'm not sure if Lance is capable of taking the life of someone like that... Not now at least. Better to take on the burden ourselves... If push comes to shove. In the meantime... I'm getting reinforcements..."[/i] [b]Damien tapped something on the holo radio and set it down, Silence making a brisk whistle to Ian, motioning him over.[/b]
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"I don't know what he's capable of.." [i] Ian mumbles to himself while Eyeing Damien.[/i] "And who the hell eats beets?" [i] He realized Silence was talking to him, and walked quietly over towards him. He had no clue on earth what he wanted with him, but he did know the guy creeped him the hell out.[/i]
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[b]Silence said nothing... Surprise, surprise... But he did extend a small envelope towards Ian as he approached. It was plastic, black, and sealed with a metal clip.[/b] [b]Silence made a motion with his free hand for Ian to be quiet as Damien began to talk into his small radio. And not too far, Glitch and Joker began their past time of playing obnoxious rock and roll...[/b]
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[i] Ian stared at Silence for a moment, glancing around at the other guy's who seemed preoccupied. Ian turns his back to them and pulls the clip off the envelope, pulling out the paper and unfolding it. [/i]
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[b]The paper was an extensive outline of Omicron strategy and battle plans... But written near the top in bold were four objectives. They read:[/b] [u]Retrieve 'Empress'.[/u] [u]Tear down 'Tower'.[/u] [u]Push up and claim backlines.[/u] [u]Keep 'Judge' restrained and back at camp.[/u] [b]He pointed specifically to the last one, making a small noise, to which Rook promptly stood and walked over... His knives all sunk deep into the heads and chests of dummies.[/b]
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[i] Ian raised an eyebrow at the last objective, only momentarily thinking on the others. "Empress" was probably the ace Damien had mentioned, the person close to Lance. He had no idea what "Tower" was, but he did know keeping Damien back wasn't a good thing. Or easy..[/i] "Something tells me Damien doesn't know about numero cuatro." [i] He said quietly to Silence, glancing at Rook. All of Omicron was probably in on it.[/i]
