StormX
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Post by StormX on Jul 28, 2003 14:40:19 GMT -5
Raven was sitting there thinking to himself, when there was a knock at his door. He sat and, and told the visitor to come it. The person was Storm. Raven said hello, and asked why Storm was there. Storm told Raven to grab his F2 and meet him down at the firing range. Storm walked out of the room. Raven just looked at the door for a minute, than grabbed his gun, and ran down to the firing range.
Raven arrived to find Storm alread waiting for him. Storm called Raven over, and told him he was going to help him with his accuracy. Storm activated a program, and the targets folded down. Storm followed the targets with his gun, and fired whenever he had a good shot. The end came. All bullseyes, 100% acc. He told Raven to to what he did, and Raven started. After the program was over, Storm looked at the results. 3 bulleyes, 4 zone 1, 10 zone two, 3 zone 3.
"You're hopeless"
OOC:Feel free to use me in your evo posts until CISOD is over.
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Post by Raven on Jul 29, 2003 8:48:17 GMT -5
Two months later...
Raven was in the weapons training once again with his two Falcon 2's. It ended, and Raven looked at his stats on the computer screen. 80.05% accuracy, and out of 50 shots, 32 of them were bullseyes. "Much better than before," the instructor said. "I think you're ready for a mission soon, Agent Raven. By the way, Carrington wanted to see you."
On his way to Carrington's office, he remembered how he was when he had just begun in the Institute. He had less than 50% accuracy on that same training. He still wasn't the best, but it was enough to graduate. He got on the elevator. Storm ran up and got on it too.
"Hey Raven, good job on graduating...I hear you got the best covert op grade the Institute's ever seen."
"Thanks...I guess I did. Where are you going?"
"I've gotta go and work on my technology training. Maybe you could help me out?"
"I can't, I gotta go see Carrington."
"Ok. Well, I'll see you later then, huh?" They both got off the elevator and went their seperate ways. Raven approached Carrington's office and opened the door.
"Ah, Agent Raven, glad you could make it. I have a mission for you," Carrington said after Raven had made his presence known.
"Really? What is it?"
"I need you to attend the peace summit between the Skedar and Maian on behalf of the Carrington Institute. I'd go myself, but I need to take care of other things."
"Cool, well, I need a translator, don't I?"
"Don't have one. The Maians can speak English, and the Skedar have translators of their own. You don't need one."
"Fine. When does the jumpship leave?"
"Tomorrow at noon. You'll be there as long as it takes, so be ready."
Raven left and immediately went down to the tech lab. Storm was in there with a Data Uplink, trying to figure out how to turn it on.
"How'd it go?" he asked.
"I've gotta attend a summit between the Maians and Skedar. They didn't give me a translator, so I'm making one myself."
"Well, good luck. How do you turn this thing on, anyway?"
Raven laughed and pointed to a large red switch. "Maybe the 'ON' switch?" He walked over to the instructor, leaving Storm feel stupid.
"I need some supplies to make a translator. It needs to be able to speak Skedar and Maian, as well as translate to English."
"Sure, I'll help you out."
For the rest of the day, Raven worked on building a translator for himself. He accessed the alien files of the Institute in order to get the languages, and downloaded them to his device. At midnight, it was finally completed.
"I am speaking in the Skedar language," he said to the computer. It flashed his words onto the screen, along with "Skedar" after it.
"This is the Maian language," and the same words showed on the screen, followed by "Maian".
Good, it works, he thought to himself. I'll be ready for tomorrow. Raven was a bit disappointed that he didn't get to have any battles, but then decided it was better he didn't because of his current skills. I guess it's for the best, he thought. At least now I'm ready. Raven left the lab and headed to his bunker, and went to bed.
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Post by Raven on Aug 1, 2003 9:40:56 GMT -5
The next day, 11:45 AM...
Raven was standing by the landing pad, waiting for his jumpship to arrive. He was anxious to get going; he was hoping his first mission would be a success. He grabbed the translator in his pocket. Not until I get onto the plane, he thought, it's useless until then. Just then, Storm came onto the pad.
"Hey, how you doing? Just wishing you luck," he said, waving and coming towards him. "Here, take this," he said, handing him what appeared to be a laptop PC.
"What do I need a computer for?" Raven asked.
"It's not a computer, it's a Laptop Gun. Don't worry, it's only for an emergency," he added, seeing Raven's nervous look.
"Thanks, I guess..." Raven said. "What are you going to do?"
"Nothing, I guess...nothing to do. I guess I'll just train for a while," Storm replied, turning his back to Raven and heading off of the landing pad. Carrington appeared from inside the Institute.
"Hi, Agent Raven, all ready?" he asked. "Hold on there, Storm, I need to have a word with you," he added, turning to Storm and placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Now, there's not going to be too many people there -- we're keeping it quiet for obvious reasons. The President will be there, along with his Secret Service. There's also going to be the Maian and Skedar representatives as well as their security. That'll be it."
"So I'm going alone?" Raven asked.
"Not exactly..." Carrington said, looking at Storm.
"You want me to go with Raven?" Storm asked.
"Yes, I want you to accompany him. You shouldn't be needed, but just in case. I brought you your Mediators," Carrington explained, handing him his two guns. There was a loud whirring from the sky. The three of them looked up to see the jumpship landing.
"That should be it, then," he yelled over the jumpship's engine. "Good luck!" and with that, ran off of the landing pad.
"Sorry I don't have a translator for you!" Raven called out.
"No problem, I'll be fine!" They climbed aboard and sat down. It was much quieter in there. Raven walked into the cockpit.
"Shall we go?" Raven asked to the pilot.
"Yes, sir," the pilot replied monotonously. They lifted off as Raven returned to his seat. My first mission, Raven thought to himself. Hope it's a success.
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Golden Magnum
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OMG!!11!1 WTF!!1!11!! HE MSUT B3 A HAX0R!!!1!1!11!
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Post by Golden Magnum on Aug 27, 2003 20:34:35 GMT -5
Ok, Platinum's bases were bombed during the CISOD, so I decided to have him escape somehow, seeing as he has almost no resources but a secret launch base. He is his escape.
Location: dataDyne HQ, Seattle after the CISOD
Golden Magnum: *Heads towards office on the top floor* So good to be back in my office again. Let's see if my Head of Security has found out anything on where Platinum Dragon is heading. *Gets in touch with Head of Security* this is Golden Magnum, any update on where Platinum Dragon is heading. Head of Security: Yes, Sir Golden Magnum. We have found a secret launch base of his not found in any of the Eurelco files we've ever obtained. It appears as if he's launching himself into space. Golden Magnum: I always knew he was a stupid coward. Anything else. Head of Security: Yes, something else major. We've located that a virus at the base will be sent to all dataDyne, Government, and many computers across the world. The virus would send all sorts of data from the computers to the computer onboard his personnal spaceship. It will also feed a signal that will override all TV screens across the world as well. I got a .wav file of the message and I'm sending it to you right now. Golden Magnum: Ok, I'm recieving it.
Once Golden Magnum received the file from his head of security. he immediately played it.
Platinum Dragon's Voice: Citizens of Earth, lend me your ears. You may notice that within a couple of hours, your computers will not be working. This is because a malicious group known as the PDBA has decided that they would corrupt Government Computers with a sophisticated virus that steals information and send it to themselves. They will then replaced the file with corrupted versions of them. They are based at the Carrington Institute and that's where the files will be sent. The names of the main people behind it are Dark 181st, Golden Magnum, N3Burgener, Niff, Notesurfer, Razor, Snakelord, Ranger, PhoeniX, Raven, Sinim and Majora. I used to be a part of their crew until I decided that their foul intentions were morally questionally and decided to reveal this info to the public. Remember, you might not be able to stop this virus, but as least justice will be done.
After Golden Magnum listened to the .wav file he got back in contact with his Head of Security.
Golden Magnum: Whoa, this seems like some pretty seriuos s***. Head of Security: He is also gonna send the data to the CI to make his story believeable. Golden Magnum: Well where is this place located. I don't want to be framed for Platinum's actions. Head of Security: It's located in a remote Siberian Region. It's actually not far from Nordvik. I'll give you it's exact coordinates. Golden Magunm: Ok *reads coordinates* geez, I wish I never had to return to Siberia. I thought it was bad enough having PDBA fights above the Arctic Circle. The weather in Severnaya was so damn cold, that I froze to death, but now I have a mission in Siberia. Great, just great. Well, I'll be there.
(OOC: I'll post the rest later. And I will get rid of the virus, I promise)
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Post by Captain Tribal on Sept 6, 2003 21:18:44 GMT -5
Footsteps are heard as three guards are running down a hallway. They finally stop, and speaking is heard.
"He's coming!"
"You should have seen him!"
"Idiots..."
They all arm their weapons and aim in different directions. The silence seemed to last an eternity, until finally a combat knife is tossed, entering the second guard's throat right next to his collarbone. The other guards begin shooting in the direction the knife came, but all they saw was a breif silhouette appearing in the flash of their bullets.
The first guard knelt down and picked up his communicator.
"Man down, need backup."
He rises again, and the other guard hushes him. He walks silently down the hall, his gun armed. He continues walking, until he disappears out of sight. The first guard removes the knife from the dead man before him, and uses a flashlight to make out it's intricit design. But before he could examine it further, the other guard's voice appeared on the comlink.
"We have a problem. Several guards down, suspect moving down the eastern hall from the offices. He is heading for the meeting. Get your asses down here, pronto!"
The other guard quickly took after his comrade. They both rushed down the hall and into the meeting room, the men around the long table looked at them, as if offended.
"Excuse me, gentlemen. We are in the middle of a meeting. If you enjoy your work, you will leave, NOW." A man exclaimed.
The guards quickly stalked off, as they spoke into their comlinks.
"False alarm. We need a medic for our officer down, though, ASAP."
Arkaine shuts off his cloaking device after the guards left down the hall and pulls out his silenced 9MM pistol. He quickly loads it, and flicks off the safety.
"This is Patrol 47, suspect has been spotted in the hanger bay. Send backup!" He grins slightly as he puts away his comlink and switches his Cloaking Device back on, as guards rush out of the meeting room with their weapons loaded.
Without a moments hesitation, he sneaks in before the last guard exits and slams the door. Without warning, he uncloaks with his pistol to someone's head. This man was his contract. An arms dealer with enough firepower to nuke off half the world. Arkaine pulls the trigger, spraying his target's brains across the table. The rest of the people rush to the door, but it won't open.
"After you've seen that, I'm afraid I'll have to put an end to you as well."
A flash of silver erupts from Arkaine's coat, and the other four men collapse to the ground. Arkaine removes a very odd looking device from his coat and places it on the table. He then pulls out a detonator, and hits the button. Suddenly, the device opens.
"10 second delay..."
He rushes and enters the security code into the door. It quickly slides open, and he runs down the hall. The halls illuminate as fire engulfs the meeting room. All of the documents, bodies, and evidence were just destroyed.
"Agency, it's Arkaine Tribal. Agent 47. Put me through to Diana. The contract on the weapons dealer is complete." He says through the comlink.
"Copy that, it's good to have you back, 47." Says an english woman's voice from the other end. "Good thing, too. You haven't lost your touch."
He smirks slightly, as he rams through the door and into an alley.
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Post by Captain Tribal on Sept 6, 2003 23:15:12 GMT -5
Arkaine arrives in Chicago in the Rapier. It flies over the G5 Building, and he falls onto the roof. He quickly rolls before he impacts, and while rolling, draws a falcon 2. He walks silently to the edge of the building, and notices three limos outside. Gangsters litter the area, weilding bats and crowbars.
"Looks like some important people here, Diana." He whispers into his comlink. "The client was clear in telling you I had to kill all three?"
"Indeed. But our client wanted you to make it look like an argument gone wrong, so make sure you clean it up. Nobody knows you're here. Remember 47, use extreme caution. I don't want to have to explain our top agent was killed by some foolish guard."
He sighs slightly, and then cloaks. He slides down the ventilation duct, and ends up on the top floor, right next to the vault. A guard reacts quickly by investigating the noise that occurred when Arkaine hit the floor. He finds nothing, until he turns around. Suddenly, a pain around his neck, and Arkaine uncloaks. He was weilding Fiber Wire, choking the guard. Finally, he gave up on life, and was soon dead. Arkaine cloaked again, and dragged the body behind the corner of the wall.
He quickly made his way downstairs, carefully avoiding guards as he passed through, until he finally made it to the meeting room. There was only two ways in, the door, and the vent. The laser grid was on, and there was no way to turn it off. And he wasn't just going to break through the door, not if it was meant to be a silent kill. Finally he realized there was an elevator, and guards patrolled with it, going up and down, carefully searching each room.
Down the stairs he went, until he finally found a room without a guard. He stood next to the elevator, and the door slid open. A man stepped out, and shot around the room. As if he sensed something. Quickly, Arkaine grabbed one of his knives, and planted it in the man's skull. He then took his uniform, and uncloaked.
"As long as I stay away from the guards, they won't recognize me..."
The elevator went up, until he finally reached the meeting room. Guards patrolled around, and Arkaine stepped out. There was no way to see what was going on, so he quickly pulled out his Comlink by the door and inputted codes, changing the lock. One guard drew suspicion, and began firing.
Arkaine threw himself out of the way, but got hit in the shoulder. He brought up his DMC, and fired. The guards fell, but he couldn't just do that to his targets. So he grabbed a Falcon 2 and made sure he shot him right in the head. He pulled out a knife and punctured a major organ in the second target, and then quickly put a choke hold on the final target, who opened his mouth. He then put a bullet right through his throat. He dragged the bodies and propped them in the chairs. He slid a Falcon 2 into the final target, and then put a knife on the table. The guards were just left as they were.
He quickly called a random guard on his Comlink, and then massacred him when he got there. He took his uniform, which had no blood on it, and let him stay there. He rushed out of the room, and started calling for help.
"Mr. Gontranno went insane! I got down there to find them like this!"
He smirked as guards, cops, and medics swarmed the building. Meanwhile, he went to the bar, to celebrate another job well done.
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Post by Captain Tribal on Sept 7, 2003 10:58:03 GMT -5
"Okay, Mr. Guiseppe, give me the 'Usual'." Arkaine said.
The bartender gave a sudden smile, then pulled out a Budweiser and a burger with everything on it. Arkaine walked over to his usual table and opened the burger wrapper. There was a tape and a tape recorder. He played it.
"47, there is another contract out. This time it is on the head of Hasamaru Mayamoto. But, he is in a deserted location, we have no idea how to get there. So the task at hand is to eliminate Mayamoto Junior and plant a tracking device on his body. Then follow the body straight to Hayamoto Senior. But remember 47, both of these men are trained in combat, and have several Yakuza guards protecting them. As always, use extreme caution." The message fades as the tape ends, and Arkaine takes a drink of his beer.
Soon enough, he was onboard the Rapier, flying towards Japan. There was an odd reading on the radar, so he cloaked, and flew into the mist. Suddenly, missiles flew by and smashed into the mountain.
The communicator screen lit up, and there was another man, that looked identical to him.
"It seems like you've been doing a good job. Made a name for yourself, hmm?" He said thoughtfully. "Well I'm here to destroy you. That contract is mine!"
"Well, Mr. 48, I've said this once, I'll say it again. Stay away from my business, and you won't die."
The other man snarled, then flew into the mist. He wanted to play chicken. He picked the wrong clone.
"Your loss."
Suddenly, he uncloaks, and fires several missiles at the oncoming ship. Each one connects, and what was left of the ship plummeted to the ground in a heap of burning metal. Arkaine didn't feel right, so he continued flying. The same craft flew at him again.
"I hope this doesn't come as a shock to you, but there are only 48 clones, and the last one isn't going to die so easily. I am the most advanced warrior of us all! You don't stand a chance!"
Arkaine finally realizes that there were three ships, two of which are decoys, and he just shot the first one.
"Same old tricks. They never did give you a mind, did they? Just some microchip?"
He eventually slows down, and the other two ships pass him. He flipped on his ship's IR Scanner, and the one on the right was the heated. That was the real one. So he kicked it into gauge, and crashed right into the back. All he remembered after that was the sound of two ships exploding.
He woke up in the rubble of his former ship. He grabbed a few guns, and began walking north. He finally reached a good spot, so he flicked on his Comlink.
"Agency, it's 47. I've crashed somewhere in the Arctic, I am currently scouting the area. Agent 48 is down." He spoke into the device.
"No, 47. Agent 48 is very much alive. But I can't say the same for you." Says a voice in the backround.
Arkaine readies his AR34, but the man before him just grins.
"Shoot all you want. I am the most advanced, you pathetic prototype. They will make copies of me! And every one of them will be there to kill you!"
Arkaine fires many bullets, but in was in vain. He dodged every one. The only option was to fight him Hand to Hand.
~~When the Music Stops~~
48 rushes at Arkaine, sending him tumbling over. He recovers by kicking his foe in the stomach, then kicks him in the kneecap, causing it to break, and him to fall.
"It's not that simple..."
He stands up, and straightens his leg, making it crack into place.
"Fool!"
48 again rushes at Arkaine, but this time Arkaine uses his adversary's strength against him. He grabs his arm, stretches it perfectly, then smashes it inwards. He then reaches around and grabs his neck from behind and twists it, causing a popping noise.
"We've been through this. Try to break me, and I will fix myself. Watch."
His neck twists back left, popping back into place. He outstretches his arm, and it crunches back into place.
"How do you die?!"
"I don't."
48 punches Arkaine in the stomach, making him fall to his knees. He then pulls out a combat knife and holds it to his throat.
"Any final words?"
"Yeah. Burn in hell."
A flash of silver erupts from under Arkaine's coat, and 48's combat knife flies off in another direction. Arkaine then cuts the back of his rival's kneecaps, making him fall. He also grabs his arm, and stabs him through the armpit. Finally, he puts the knife right through 48's neck.
"Has the poison kicked in yet? Or are you just dead?"
"I will... Be back... Before you know it..."
He falls face first into the snow, and the barcode on the back of his head disappears. No longer a machine, but a man. A dead man.
"Agency, this is 47. Sorry about that, lost reception. 48 is down, send a recovery team to a few miles outside Chicago."
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Post by Notesurfer on Sept 19, 2003 8:25:10 GMT -5
Does anyone actually look at this topic?
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Locke
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Post by Locke on Jan 8, 2004 15:02:17 GMT -5
I look in this topic, and now I'm going to start posting in it. Since I like writing more than arena style battles against other real people, you'll probably find me posting here more than anywhere else. My past stories are irrelevant, and I deleted them anyway becuase they don't go with my new character and they get real cheesy after awhile. I'll try to post sometime tonight, however in a few minutes I have to go somewhere.
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Post by Draxas on Jan 8, 2004 15:11:39 GMT -5
Ah, Evolution... I've been meaning to post here since day 1 pretty much. Just never got around to it really.
I will soon... hopefully.
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