PDBA: Evolution - V.2 -

[StormX]

The Twilight Dawn had taken off about 15 minutes ago from the remote Pacific island. Tyler had set it to Auto-pilot for the long ride home. He, Locke, and the woman, Angel, were in the living area of the ship. They had gotten Angel some good food and water, and now she had some energy and wanted to talk. She had first told them her name, and who she was. She was Storm's old partner. After she and Storm had completed the mission to the dataDyne base in Russia, Storm had been injured. She was sent off to follow Austin, and followed him to the island, where she was caught, and had been held captive for a year. She said that they would have killed her, but Austin kept her as bait to get Storm to come. Storm was smart enough, however, to realize thats what Austin was doing. Storm had made several small raids on the base, but nothing actually serious. He had done that so Austin would know he was still there, and keep Angel alive..

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After a few more hours of talking, Angel had filled Ty and Locke in on the whole story since she met Storm. She said she was tired, and they let her go up to the sleeping area to get some rest. Ty could tell Locke had something to say, as well. When Ty asked, Locke began his story. Locke had been a young Agent of the CI, and for his first mission, was sent to be undercover at the dataDyne Moscow base. Being young as he was, the took him into training and made him a guard. He had risen in rank quickly, becoming one of the top guards at the complex. He had been the inside guy in Storm and Angel's mission. He hadn't seen either since they returned to the CI after that mission.

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The Twilight Dawn came down at the CI hours later. Ty went to talk to Carrington about what he found out, Locke went to get some sleep, as well as Angel. Ty told Carrington everything he had been told, and found, on the trip. Carrington was suprised to know that Austin was still alive, let alone working. Their main goal now was to find Storm, and figure out what was going on..

OOC: Locke, take your story from here...I'll continue mine with out, because i have a lot planned

[Locke]

OOC: This would be sometime before the OWE arena
IC:

Locke awoke at CI. He checked the time and it was late afternoon. He got up and entered the foyer of his small apartment. On the table, he found his weapons, a new jumpsuit, and a note. Probably form Carrington. The note said he was free to do whatever he wanted for his n ext week or so. He suited up, grabbed his backpack and headed out. He found his hover car waiting in a landing bay surrounded by technicians and various monitor screens. “Hey what are you doing to my car” he yelled, at the technicians.
One who looked to be is in his thirties responded. “We’re adding a new coat of paint and testing everything for bugs”.
After they were done, Locke set out to explore. He did not really know where he was going to go; he just wanted to cruise around for a while. He suddenly felt tired and set it on autopilot. He laid back to rest.

[StormX]

Ty had been resting for a few days at the CI before heading out again. Now that Carrington had so much more information, Ty was no longer needed. Even thought he really wanted to continue this mission, Carrington refused. He knew that Ty was too emotionally attached to the mission, and that he might let his emotions get the better of him. Ty knew that was right. All he could get out of Carrington was that they had found the base where dataDyne and Austin were. There was a strike team assembled to assult the base, find what they could about Storm, and eliminate Austin. Ty doubted that they could do the job, most of them were field agents, and had little or no training in stealth and infiltration.

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Tyler awoke the next morning. He quickly dressed in casual clothes and ran to the hanger. The strike team was there, ready to leave. He wished the team good luck as the boarded the dropship. They'd need it. After seeing the team off, Ty went back to his room. He looked at his jumpsuit and weapons. He so wanted to be on that mission, or any mission for that matter. He hated just sitting in a room doing nothing when there was so much to be done out in the world. He couldn't stand it. He suited up and grabbed the few weapons in his room. He ran out and got on the Twilight Dawn. He flew out, not knowing where he was going.

[Snake]

Nick "Snakelord" Holbrook's luxury apartment. On the gold coast, Australia. 1:55am

*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP*

Snake: "What the h**l is that?"
Snake sat up in bed, he looked at his bedside table and saw a pager sitting there.

Snake: "What? I didn't even know I had one of these."

He picked it up, it said:

Snakelord sir, this is Martin McDonald, we have a situation, we need u at Snkelord Inc. immeadiatly!

Snakelord: "Dear lord, I'm surrounded by people who can't take matters into their own hands."

He pulled on a Snakelord Inc. Jumpsuit and opened his luxury apartment door. He went down to the carpool where a limo was waiting for him.

Driver: "Good morning sir."

Snakelord: "Hello, exactly what time is it?"

The driver lifted the sleeve of his green velvet uniform and checked his watch.

Driver: "2:12."

Snakelord: Alright, let's go

The Snakelord Inc building, downtown Brisbane, Queensland. 2:30am

Snakelord entered the marble foyer of the Snakelord Inc. building. He was directed to a wood-paneled conference room.

Snakelord: "Ok, Martin, what's the situation?"

Mcdonald: "Well sir, there are Skedar coming."

[Garrant]

Earth Date: August 19, 1328 AD

Location: The Forgotten World (Previously know as the planet Attermicia)

Private Garrant's Personal Log:
Well, I can't believe I made it. Two years ago today I joined the Republic Army of the country of Ti'ier. I've been training for 18 hours each day and it's finally paid off. Tomorrow I start my first real mission. I've been assigned to the Twilight Wolf squad, it's our job to provide cover fire for the main force. I was issued a standard grade beam saber at a special presentation earlier today to signify the completion of my advanced training tactics. My parents are a little worried about me going off to war, but for some reason I feel like there is an air of calm surrounding me. Uh oh, gotta leave now. Me and some of the other Twilight Wolves are going to town to see a new Holo-flim, afterwards we're going to eat an expensive dinner then return to base. This is Private Garrant, signing off.

--End of Log--

[StormX]

Tyler had been flying around for about an hour, not really going anywhere. He had just been making wide circles around the CI. Now, however, he was hard at work with the nav computer. Finally, the computer beeped. He had locked onto the CI dropship carrying the strike team. They were now fairly far away, flying over Nebraska now. Typing furiously, he started the computer working on where they were headed. It beeped again, and the location was out in the middle of nowhere in the Arizona desert. Again the computer beeped, having calculated the fastest route there. If he went full speed non-stop, he would arrive at the location a mere 5 minutes after the strike team, if they kept their current speed. A few more keystrokes and the Twilight Dawn was on its way to Arizona. Tyler set it to full speed on autopilot, and headed back into the equipment room to get ready.

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Tyler had wondered since he got the ship why there were two oversized Falcon 2's sitting in the weapons locker. He decided they must have some purpose. He took one, and opened the ammo box for them, and noticed that there were two different kind of clips. He took the normal, lighter clip and slid it into the gun. Walking over to the target range, he popped off a couple of shots at the target, all tightly grouped near the bullseye. He dropped the clip out, and slid the second type of clip in. IT was slightly heavier. He fired one shot and was suprised, the kickback was much more then a normal. The bullet had gone right through the target, and was lodged in the wall behind it. He slid the guns into his leg holsters, and grabbed eight normal clips, and four of the more powerful clips. Ty also grabbed six clips for his RCP120, and inserted his one round into his LX. Three combat knives were at his belt, and he also took a proxy mine, a timed mine, and a remote mine. Since it was Arizona, he pulled on his combat vest, and loaded up the ammo in any and all pockets he could find. Attaching the strap to his RCP120, he slung across his back. He put his LX in its spot on his belt, and headed back to the bridge. The ETA to his destination was still two hours, so he decided to get some sleep. Setting his alarm for an hour and a half, and slipped into a dream.

[Snake]

The Planning Centre. Snakelord Inc Building. Brisbane, Queensland.

Snakelord, Martin McDonald and several respected Generals from the Australian and U.S Armys stood around a Holographic planning grid, depicting Three Skedar Warships and at least eight smaller Cruisers.

McDonald: "For the better part of 2012. The skedar controlled this part of the Galaxy."

The grid view changed, showing the Milky Way galaxy. and Martin pointed to an area around the C-10 System. As he did so, it zoomed in.

McDonald: "The C-10 Galaxy is composed of Three yellow Dwarf Suns, The planets Gamemade, Arcatello, Kellor and Trodat. as well as the Skedar Homeworld."

U.S Army General: "Meaning the Skedar fleet travelled an excess of 110 light years."

McDonald: "Correct."

Snake: "It seems to me that there is only one thing we can do: Gather an attack force, and meet the Attack fleet before they get to earth. There is only one person I can think of that knows lot's about Skedar apart from the Maian Protector One. And that's Daniel Carrington."

McDonald: "You're going to visit him?"

Snake: "Yes, Vira, Give me Carringtons location."

Vira: "Daniel Carrington, Location Scan. *mechanical buzz* Mr Daniel Carrington's current location at this time is his family's home in Glasgow, Scotland."

Snake: "Very well, ready my ship."

[Locke]

Locke was suddenly awakened by a loud beep from the Warrior's control console. He slowing drew himself out of sleep. With a few apparently random clicks, he brought up the computer screen. The hover car did have a built in computer, and while the hard drive was just as large as any other, the screen was very small. A map popped up, showing his location and the location of major flight routes around him. There was nothing there so he turned on the ground map.

Well this is interesting he thought as he brought up the ground map. Below him was an old abandoned building, marked on his display as a point of interest. Since he had nothing better to do, he decided to check it out. He quickly did a larger scan of the surrounding ground area, and then scanned the air again. There were no flight routes or any sign of civilization around the building. There wasn’t even a road leading to it.

Locke set down in a near by clearing. He deftly went through the landing procedure, making sure to level off before finally touching down. The hover car landed with a loud groan.

Locke stepped out into the crisp, cold, northern air of late winter. He took only his backpack with his laptop gun and falcon 2. The clearing he had landed in was large enough for a sizable transport to land it. Even more surprising was the evidence that something had landed there before. He found burn marks on in the grass. Judging by where they were-outlining a square around the Warrior- it must have been about the size of some kind of transport. At least it wasn’t recent. He was getting tired of seemingly abandoned buildings full of thugs led by some dataDyne fool. Last, he had heard, Carrington was sending a strike team to take out their headquarters. Locke wished he could be with them, or at least knew the general direction they were going. Instead, he was here, somewhere…
Wait a second, I never checked to see where I was. Locke found a nearby rock. He sat down on it and slowly pulled off his backpack. He booted up his laptop and inserted his GPS device into it. The screen came up with a map of the surrounding area.
Hmm…Well, this is interesting… He thought to himself. He was farther north than he thought possible, somewhere in Canada probably. He quickly put his laptop away and returned it to his backpack. He activated his wrist tracker and headed in the direction of the building he was here to explore in the first place.
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About ten minutes later, he came to where the structure was supposed to be. He was just on a flat land, there was nothing but trees. He looked around for an entrance or something, but there was nothing. Depressed and disappointed, Locke motioned to sit down. Suddenly a large part of the earth moved and seemingly caved in. As the dirt poured in and fell to the sides, Locke could see that it was an elevator. The elevator continued downward and stopped after about 20 feet. Locke was debating whether to go in when doors covered in ground cover began to close in over it. Without thinking, Locke quickly jumped inside. He fell and hit the ground hard. The doors closed over him as he blacked out.
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Locke awoke to complete darkness. He fumbled his way up to a standing position and felt around his wrist for his watch. As the watch lit up, he saw that he had only been asleep out for a few minutes. He sat back down and unzipped his backpack. Inside he found a small flashlight. He was amazed that it still worked as he pressed the button to turn it on.
He was in a large storage room full of old crates. At the end of the storage room, he found a large hangar like door. Near it, what he found amazed him most. A large drop ship of unknown origin. When Locke tested the doors to it, they opened as if a fresh can of WD-40 had just been applied…or maybe it had never been used in the first place. Before going further, Locke decided he had to return to the rest of the world and find an excavation team willing to help him explore this place.

Back near the lift, he found a control panel that operated it. Upon activation it gave him a five-second delay to get on the lift, he got on and began the ascent upwards.

[Draxas]

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Skedar Ruins, Skedar Homeworld
Immediately after the events of CC - Generation 1
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A man, looking nearly identical to Draxas, prowled through the sandy corridors. A heavy submachine gun was exposed on his right forearm, held in place by a reinforced mounting bracket. The man who looked like Draxas approached a larger atrium, and let his weapon lead him around the corner. He was greeted there by another man, looking identical to himself, standing stock still and bolt upright in the atrium's center. If one watched closely, its every action was unnatural, even down to when it blinked its single natural eye, which was timed to blink once every 15 seconds exactly. The man who looked like Draxas stared for a while at this unnervingly unnatural mirror image of himself for a time, watching the odd pattern... blink, pause... blink, pause... blink,pause...

Finally, the man who looked like Draxas addressed the other.

"Where are the others?" he queried.

[glow=red,2,300]THE OTHER UNITS WERE UNSUCCESSFUL IN THEIR MISSION. THE OTHER UNITS HAVE BEEN DESTROYED.[/glow]

"And you? Have you had any success?"

[glow=red,2,300]THIS UNIT WAS UNABLE TO COMPLETE ITS PRIMARY OBJECTIVE. THIS UNIT ELIMINATED TWO TARGETS IN COMPLIANCE WITH ITS SECONDARY OBJECTIVE.[/glow]

" Did you even see our primary target?"

[glow=red,2,300]NEGATIVE. THE TARGET OF THIS UNIT'S PRIMARY OBJECTIVE COULD NOT BE FOUND.[/glow]

"Crap. The Good Doctor will not be pleased with our failure. Have the others been returned to headquarters?"

[glow=red,2,300]NEGATIVE. AN UNKNOWN AND UNFORSEEN FACTOR HAS CAUSED THE PORTAL DEVICE TO MALFUNCTION. THE OTHER UNITS HAVE BEEN DESTROYED.[/glow]

"Well. This day just keeps getting better and better, doesn't it? Are these 'unforseen factors' still in place?"

[glow=red,2,300]NEGATIVE. THE RESPAWNING FIELD HAS BEEN LOWERED. IT IS SAFE TO RETURN TO HEADQUARTERS.[/glow]

"Good." And with this last statement, the man who looked like Draxas raised his weapon to the other's forehead, and fired a single round into its skull. The other shuddered with the impact, but remained bolt upright for a moment until it toppled backward like a falling statue. The very moment it would have hit the ground, a portal of pulsing blue energy opened around it, swallowing it and everything in its immediate vicinity.

The man who looked like Draxas broke into a faint hint of a smile as the other was swallowed by the portal. "Well that's a relief," he said aloud. "I would not have been happy if I had to test it on myself."

And with that, the man who looked like Draxas turned his weapon up to his own temple, and fired.

[Captain Tribal]

***SPOILERS***

Tyler is actually Storm. But he got brainwashed or something.

Am I right? Tell me I'm right...

[Captain Tribal]

Yo ho ho, it's a pirate's life for me...

A man was up on the counter, singing old pirate songs and childish lullabies. Obviously he was drunk. And Kaine would have liked ever so much to stand up and unload a couple clips into him, but self control was on the path of the assassin. He liked to follow that path.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and three men entered. One stood out, however, as he was smaller and more professionally dressed. The other two looked like underpaid lackeys. In a few seconds, they'd probably be dead lackeys, so it really didn't matter all that much.

Just in time...

The men sat down, and the middle man ordered a drink. He also whispered something to one of his bodyguards, who stood up and put his monster hand around the singing man's neck. He dragged the man off into the bathroom, and a scream was heard.

At least I don't have to listen to that drunken idiot anymore.

Again, the door swung open, and another trio of men walked in. One of them was carrying a suitcase.

Well... It's time to do what I do best.[/i]

He took one last drink, and crushed the can in his gloved hand. He got up, and walked over the the five men. (The one bodyguard hadn't returned from the bathroom yet.)

Man: What is it that you want, Mr...

<OOC> Kaine's speech is in a different colour. Other people speaking is in Bold, and Kaine's thoughts are in Italics. Just to clarify.

47. You can call me 47.

Well, Mister 47, I'd like to politely ask you to leave. We don't want Igor to lose his temper, do we?

No, we probably don't. But we don't really want you all to have to die either, do we?

You're meddling with the wrong people. Kill him.

The enormous bodyguard took a huge swing at Kaine, but he quickly dodged. Then, in one swift instant, he rolled to the side, picked up a chair, and lunged forward. He connected with the bodyguard's head, sending him to the ground.

The other man's bodyguards went after him together. Kaine merely evaded the first one, rolling over the counter as the bodyguards drew their pistols. Bullets came through the counter, but Kaine was smart. He rolled to the side, picking out a can of liquor from the cooler. He shook it a bit, then stood up. Just as the men pointed their pistols up, a bang came from behind them, distracting them. Quickly, Kaine threw the can at one of the bodyguards, knocking him out.

The other bodyguard noticed his fallen comrade, but Kaine was nowhere in sight. Of course, being the sneaky assassin that he was, he had sunk back down behind the counter. ()

Idiots. Shoot him!

The other bodyguard had just returned from the washroom. His suit was all bloody, but that didn't matter at the time. Quickly, Kaine pulled out a sphere from inside his coat. He tossed it up, and covered his ears.

What's that...?

**SHIIIIING**

The men were stunned. They looked around, yelling at the top of their lungs, but they couldn't hear anything. Kaine quickly popped up with his trademark pistols, blasting the two guards to the ground. He put his pistols away, then jumped the counter and ran forward, punching one of the two men down. He then picked up the case, and smashed the other's head with it.

This is Agent 47 reporting in. The case has been secured, and the Hackers have been... Incapacitated. Returning to Headquarters with the case. 47 Out.

[StormX]

No, Agent 47, you are not right...whatever gave you the idea that Tyler and Storm were the same person? Its been explicitly stated Tyler is Storms younger brother.

[Locke]

Would "headquarters" be CI, Agent 47, or do you work for another group?

[Captain Tribal]

<OOC> The character, Agent 47, works for 'The Agency', under the supervision of a woman named Diana. Basically, this is his story, so if I get involved with anybody in the CI or dD, then whatever. It's nothing to do with Perfect Dark, really.

Oh, and Storm, I was just kidding. Chill.

[StormX]

The Twilight Dawn soared over the dataDyne based in the Arizona desert. The CI dropship had landed only moments earlier, and the troops were already clear of it, and it was taking off again. Tyler set the Twilight Dawn down a few hundred feet away, behind a rock formation. With all his weapons and gear, he exited the ship, and cloaked it as he left. He stayed low, moving stealthily but quickly up to the edge of the base. Tyler looked across the base, seeing the CI strike team preparing to rush the base. Fools, there is no way a straight on rush is going to do anything, except get them killed.. However, it provided a needed distraction so he could slip in. Drawing his Mediators from their holsters, Tyler waited for the CI strike team to make their move.

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Guards from all over the base rushed to meet the CI strike team as they rushed the base. Tyler saw his oppourtunity, and he took it. Rolling out from the rocks he was hiding behind, he ran to the fence bordering the installation. He quickly pulled out his dagger and sliced an opening in the fence big enough for him to fit in, and replaced the dagger. Checking to make sure both guns were fully loaded, he moved through the fence. The area was clear of guards, and Tyler quickly rushed to the main building of the base. It was only one story tall, but he figured that there was more underground. Gunfire raged towards the front of the base, as the CI strike team fought against the guards. There was no way they could get in if they kept like they were going. There were no other enterance into the base, so Tyler decided to help the strike team. Moving quickly against the wall of the base, he came to the corner and peered out.

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The sight was not a pretty one. Several members of the CI strike team were down, probably dead. At first glance, the guards seemed uninjured, then Tyler realised that more guards were coming out of the base to replace the already fallen ones. All the guards had their full attention on the strike team, so Tyler made his move. He sidestepped out from behind the wall, both guns blazing at the mass of dD guards. Most of the bullets connected guards falling left and right. Both sides of the battle seemed suprised, but the CI team seemed relieved. With this new burst of hope, the strike team opened up as well, and the bewildered dataDyne team thinned out in a hurry. Within minutes, the entire dD force guarding the door had been eliminated. Tyler walked over and greeted the strike team, but there was no time to waste on explanations. More guards were on the way. Tyler and the CI team took up defensive postitions outside the base and waited to ambush the emerging dataDyne guards.