Post by Jase Dallas on Oct 4, 2013 11:09:19 GMT -5
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IC Info
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Played By= Tom Hardy
Category= Freelancer
Name = Dallas, Jase
Alias/Nicknames = Spectre
Age = Appears 35. Consciously 45/50. Technically 557 years old.
Status = Single
Height = Six foot four
Weight =Twenty hundred and thirty pounds
Eye Color = Sky blue
Hair Color =Brown
General Demeanor/Personality =Always working an angle. Looking for assets, serious when needed but friendly to gain intelligence and information. Highly skilled. Attentive, learns rapidly/quick study of people, situations, and surroundings.
Quirks = Fears failure; considers having to kill to maintain cover a failure. Has an odd sense of humor. Is friendly only because everyone he comes across could be an asset. Can be caught off guard with dumb luck or proper planning and extreme skill.
Best Skills = Infiltration. Covert Operative (Spy). Bio-Engineered speed, agility and cognitive advancement. Stealth, hunting and tracking skills. Deception, manipulation, impersonation, intuition. Psychologically assess, sell, exploit. Disguise, surveil, and detect. Hacking (Devices, computers, and other forms of technology.)
General Skills = Trained to use melee weapons (swords, throwing knives and daggers, knife fighting.) Trained in martial arts/Close Quarter Combat. (Systema)
Reputation = Little is known about Dallas; but Spectre? It was rumored that Spectre was true to his namesake. With Echo's added assistance; Spectre's reputation as a spy that could get anything you wanted without letting others know what you were after. Anyone could be an assassin but it took a true artist to be a spy.
Brief Bio (3 or more Paragraphs) =
Static and snow filled the holo-vid before the screen showed a darkened room. The only light coming from a small lamp in the far corner. Some rustling was heard before a man appeared before the screen and sat down. The camera was adjusted so it was brought onto his face. A scar was seen from the top of his left eye brow and crisscrossed over the left cheek and down along the jaw line; a tactical mistake that'll never happen again. Though young in appearance it was the eyes truly gave off the depth and age of the man. Royal sky blue eyes that would draw anyone in. When he spoke the voice was a rich and deep baritone. A low and slightly rough voice as if he hadn't used the voice beyond a few words here and there. He looked tired. Worn out and exhausted. He cleared his throat and leaned back in the chair. Finally he leaned forward again and began.
"Alright. Location?..." He paused glancing over his shoulder. "...random safe house. Time? Too goddamn early. Year? 113 WA." He paused for a moment as he gathered his thoughts. He adjusted in his seat before leaning forward and moving the camera angle to ensure that he was settled in the center of the screen. He began again."I've done these before. A long time ago. One of my instructors...after the augmentation process? I'll get to that later. Anyway my instructor said that these holo-vids would be a good idea. To catalog the pain. The torment. It would help with the nightmares."He sighed and looked downward before shaking his head. "A load of fucking shit if you ask me but I did it then and after everything that's happened they were lost."..."I have some time. I'm between jobs. I can't sleep. I can't stop my brain from turning so I might as well just sit here and start from the beginning. I doubt anyone is going to see this and if they do..." He stifled a chuckle and a shake of his head. He sighed and just started. "I was born on Earth in 2298 AD. Well if you call being an inc-baby being born. I don't remember any of it but I guess whoever hatched us ensured we didn't die. I guess it started when I was three or four years old. Some corporation calling themselves the Black Flag. A stupid fucking name but they were a sub-company of a group called the Tellurian Trust...mind you I found all of this out many years later." He smiled and just continued.
"The Black Flag was a covert faction that dealt with experimentations. There was twenty of us all together and we were being entered into some kind of program. People have been trying to create super soldiers since the dawn of time. But that was about guns, bullets and dead bodies." He smiled. "So instead they wanted to create super-spies. Men that can get into and out of different environments and situations without the enemy ever knowing they were there. What did that mean? That meant no dead bodies and no raised alarms. It was called Project Sleuth. A silly name for a project but after all the training that lasted over a decade it makes a certain sense I guess."
He grabbed some type of holo-time device and looked at the readout. He gave a slight nod. "I have some time. I've got to meet Echo in a few hours." He shrugged his shoulders and continued his story. "From the age of three till we were seventeen we were trained in the art of espionage. One of the most effective ways to gather data and information about the enemy or a potential enemy is by infiltrating the enemy's ranks. This is the job of the espionage agent. Spies can bring back all sorts of information concerning the size and strength of an enemy army. They can also find dissidents within the enemy's forces and influence them to defect. In times of crisis, spies can also be used to steal technology and to sabotage the enemy in various ways. We also learned counterintelligence operations which can feed false information to enemy spies, protecting important domestic secrets and preventing attempts at subversion." He laughed and shook his head. "There's only one rule of being a spy: Do not get caught."
One of these instructors. He was a brute. He used to beat us with this..." He paused holding up his left fist. "...stick made of some type of wood. It never broke but when we were seen by the instructors during camouflage and stealth training; that damn stick could sting." He smiled and looked off camera as if someone else was in the room but he was just remembering. "We learned how to deceive, role-play, psychologically assess, sell, exploit. It moved further then that. To disguise, surveil, and detect. We learned how to enter any type of environment and disappear. No mater the level of security we had to be a ghost. To complete the mission. Oh don't get me wrong. They taught us how to kill. But to kill? It was the last resort. No bodies, no alarms. It was a class motto." He laughed and continued. "Our hard sometimes brutal training was complemented with a high level education, which included mathematics, science, physics, reading, writing and military tactics used by special forces and special operations units that spanned across hundreds of centuries. Small unit to two man units slipping into a position. Watching the enemy. Cataloging. Spying. See how that all worked into the program? Ingenious. Clever bastards." He smiled and sighed.
"When we turned seventeen we completed our training. At least we thought we did. But we were wrong. The Black Flag had one more test up their sleeves. The next phase was body augmentations. These augmentations consisted of the following; Catalytic Thyroid Implant, and Superconducting Fibrification of Neural Dendrites. Those are a bunch of twenty dollar words right?" He laughed. "Basically they gave us the tools necessary to put all that training to good use." He didn't explain what all that meant but rather continued. There was a deep sadness to his eyes. Though he was looking at the camera and speaking he was reliving memories. "Only eight of us survived the procedure. The risks were too great. All I remember was the pain. It was like my body was being ripped a part and put back together. Eight of us...my brothers and sisters. Hell I haven't seen a single one of them since the end of the program." He sighed. "There was a short recovery process. The body just had to adjust to the changes the enhancements gave us?" He chuckled. "The augmentations made us faster and more agile. I can process things at a near instant rate. It's crazy but it's fucking amazing." He paused and glanced at the timer device once more before he continued on.
"So as a graduation present they sent us on our first mission. I had to infiltrate this highly secured intelligence facility. We're talking a mercenary security force, laser grids, cameras, automated turrets...the works." He smirked. "Thirty-seven minutes. Got in, got the intel and got out. I never killed a soul. That's when I knew what I was meant to do with my life." He smiled. 'I don't know how my brothers and sisters did on their own missions. We never saw each other again." He cleared his throat looking down before raising his gaze back to the camera. "The program was designed to create a ghost. To ensure a mission is completed without the enemy ever knowing the agent was there. Without the need to kill the enemy. A nation or corporation makes itself stronger and harder to defeat in battle when you already have the plans of the enemy and the enemy doesn't know it." He smirked.
"They taught us how to kill but like I said it was a last resort. Why kill that patrolling guard? He shouldn't even know you are there. Want to know how many people I've killed?" He held up a single finger."One. That's it. I would say I should be proud of that but I'm not. It was a mistake. A mistake that..." He paused and motioned to the scar at his eye. "It was a complete surprise. I was cocky. I just completed a simple operation. I had to retrieve a cell phone. Simple right? I walked right into him. He was coming into the building from...it doesn't matter. The fight probably lasted all of ten seconds but he cut me with a small blade. I didn't see him even remove it you know? I broke his wrist and then his neck." He gave a slight shake of his head. "So why didn't stop him before he cut me right? I mean I have faster reflexes. All I can tell you is that I wasn't expecting it. I thought...it was a mistake that could have cost me my life." He let loose a breath. "I placed his body in a trash compactor and I made my escape."
He gave a shake of his head. "Anyone can kill and kill effectively if trained to but the aftermath?" He gave a shake of his head. "I enjoy the being a ghost. I thrive on it really. I took the call sign of Spectre. Corny but effective." He grinned. "Just ask the poor sonvabitches that have failed to stop me countless times." He shook his head and continued on. "So we went active. They hired out our services.” He sighed and reached up rubbing his tired eyes. “ He smiled and just shook his head. "I'll tell you one more. There was this facility. This host nation claimed it was just a research facility. Advanced technology kind of stuff." He waved his left hand. "...anyway it was the research and development center for a biological agent. This stuff? It would literally melt your skin off, turn your organs and bones into ash with just a single drop." He chuckled. "Can you imagine? If they set this stuff off in a heavily populated region? It could kill thousands..." He snapped his fingers. "...thousands; just like that. Anyway high command was set to send in some special operations unit. We're talking total destruction. Everyone dead. Lots of bullets and explosives. Hopefully it wouldn't trigger the bio-agent right?" He smiled. "Instead someone wearing a suit had a better idea. They hired me. I performed a HAHO jump from 40,000 feet and free floated down to the ground. Probably about two klicks away from the facility. This place had the highest level of security. Roving patrols with dogs, laser security grids, security cameras, key card access; so forth and so on." He adjusted in his seat as he continued.
"Those roving patrols come and go from perimeter using trucks and Tac-V's. So while a patrol was heading back on base I leapt onto the ground as a truck went overhead and latched onto it. Entered the base. No problem. When it stopped at a stop sign before making a turn I just laid back out waited for the truck to roll past and I was in. Now getting into the actual facility was going to be tricky. I needed key card access. I waited until a couple scientists were outside probably getting some fresh air. But they were talking about the bio-agent. It was a long wait but I was well hidden. They headed back inside and I slipped in before the hatch closed. They never heard a thing. Never looked back." He shook his head. "My employers wanted secrecy. They never wanted anyone to know what was going on. That's why they sent me. I stole the goddamn biological agent and just incase they could make more of this bullshit I broke into the supercomputer mainframe and got all the research data. Then I setup a scrambling hack device which fried the entire system and erased everything and I mean everything. To get out? I hacked the power grid. All the backup power systems. All the generators? Once I was ready I blew the system. Complete blackout. So why the security team ran through their lock down procedures, I used the confusion to slip out of the facility and make my extraction point. Mission over and not a single dead body." He laughed. "I never saw so many jaws hit the floor when I walked in and delivered them the results." He just shook his head. "That's what led to a job that required me to be placed in cryo. Easier on transportation costs I guess. I found this out later but uh I never got to the destination. An event happened. I was told it was called the New Eden Explosion."
“I was born and bred for espionage. That was the whole point of Project Sleuth. To create a a small group of elite super-spies. Designed to topple a government, nation or corporation. To accomplish the impossible and in a short amount of time." He chuckled. "I woke up in this strange room. A cage really. Then it’s not every day you find out that the only home you ever knew. Earth? With it’s billions upon billions of people were wiped out.” He shook his head. “I found out that I’m in a completely different verse and it's been years. Then there’s Echo La’Marr. That’s what she said her name was." He gave a shrug of his shoulders. "She told me everything. From start to finished. I believed her. Why wouldn’t I? What did she have to gain by lying right? It was her voice. I know that sounds strange but for some reason it was her voice that convinced me.” He smiled. “She offered me a job. She told me she was a hacker. Probably the best out there. There was a lot of business for a woman with her talent and reach but she needed someone like me. Someone that can slip into places unnoticed, retrieve data and get out again.” He smirked. “I took the job. What the hell else was I gonna do?” He smiled. “We make a pretty good team." He reached up and rubbed at the stubble on his jaw line. "I learned pretty early on that she was blind. Not that it mattered. Though I offered my services to others out there.. There’s a lot of people and corporations out there that are going to need a ghost. We’ll see what happens I guess.”
The timer device off camera started beeping. He reached over and pressed a button turning it off. "I need to end this here. I figured I could get a few hours sleep before I have to meet up with Echo." He smiled and looked back up to the camera. "...More to follow as time goes on." He reached over and turned off the camera and the screen faded to black.
Non-Lethal/Tactical Equipment
Armat 74 Revolver
Capacity: Eight rounds.
Design: Light weight, non-lethal.
Chamber: Non-lethal sleeping darts.
Caliber: 10mm.
Effect: Causes an induced sleep. Period 4-6 hours.
Saber Throwing knives
Capacity: Six throwing knives.
Holder: Interchangeable leg wrap.
Use: Last Resort (Never used otherwise)
SEAL SOG Pup
Design: Razor edge/Cutting teeth.
Holder: Sheathed across upper chest.
Use: Last Resort (Never used otherwise)
Glossary
Catalytic Thyroid Implant::: Platinum pellet containing human growth hormone catalyst is implanted in the thyroid to boost growth of skeletal and muscle tissues. (Increases and changes the body structure. To have higher muscle efficiency and fluidity, allowing him to move more smoothly and thus also more quietly)
Superconducting Fibrification of Neural Dendrites::: Alteration of bioeletrical nerve transduction to shielded electronic transduction. 85% increase in subject reflexes. Anecdotal evidence of marked increase in intelligence, memory, and creativity. (The electronic responses sent from the brain and throughout the body allowing for increase in intelligence, memory and creativity. Allowing for faster hand to hand and hand to eye movement. Stealth ability increased.)
Russian Martial Arts Systema::: Training includes, but is not limited to: hand-to-hand combat, grappling, knife fighting, and fire-arms training. . It focuses mainly on controlling the six body levers (elbows, neck, knees, waist, ankles, and shoulders) through pressure point application, striking, and weapon applications.
HAHO::: High Altitude High Opening (parachute jump)
Tac-V's::: Tactical Vehicles. Militarized motor vehicle with added armor and weaponry designed for all terrain navigation.
IC Info
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Played By= Tom Hardy
Category= Freelancer
Name = Dallas, Jase
Alias/Nicknames = Spectre
Age = Appears 35. Consciously 45/50. Technically 557 years old.
Status = Single
Height = Six foot four
Weight =Twenty hundred and thirty pounds
Eye Color = Sky blue
Hair Color =Brown
General Demeanor/Personality =Always working an angle. Looking for assets, serious when needed but friendly to gain intelligence and information. Highly skilled. Attentive, learns rapidly/quick study of people, situations, and surroundings.
Quirks = Fears failure; considers having to kill to maintain cover a failure. Has an odd sense of humor. Is friendly only because everyone he comes across could be an asset. Can be caught off guard with dumb luck or proper planning and extreme skill.
Best Skills = Infiltration. Covert Operative (Spy). Bio-Engineered speed, agility and cognitive advancement. Stealth, hunting and tracking skills. Deception, manipulation, impersonation, intuition. Psychologically assess, sell, exploit. Disguise, surveil, and detect. Hacking (Devices, computers, and other forms of technology.)
General Skills = Trained to use melee weapons (swords, throwing knives and daggers, knife fighting.) Trained in martial arts/Close Quarter Combat. (Systema)
Reputation = Little is known about Dallas; but Spectre? It was rumored that Spectre was true to his namesake. With Echo's added assistance; Spectre's reputation as a spy that could get anything you wanted without letting others know what you were after. Anyone could be an assassin but it took a true artist to be a spy.
Brief Bio (3 or more Paragraphs) =
Static and snow filled the holo-vid before the screen showed a darkened room. The only light coming from a small lamp in the far corner. Some rustling was heard before a man appeared before the screen and sat down. The camera was adjusted so it was brought onto his face. A scar was seen from the top of his left eye brow and crisscrossed over the left cheek and down along the jaw line; a tactical mistake that'll never happen again. Though young in appearance it was the eyes truly gave off the depth and age of the man. Royal sky blue eyes that would draw anyone in. When he spoke the voice was a rich and deep baritone. A low and slightly rough voice as if he hadn't used the voice beyond a few words here and there. He looked tired. Worn out and exhausted. He cleared his throat and leaned back in the chair. Finally he leaned forward again and began.
"Alright. Location?..." He paused glancing over his shoulder. "...random safe house. Time? Too goddamn early. Year? 113 WA." He paused for a moment as he gathered his thoughts. He adjusted in his seat before leaning forward and moving the camera angle to ensure that he was settled in the center of the screen. He began again."I've done these before. A long time ago. One of my instructors...after the augmentation process? I'll get to that later. Anyway my instructor said that these holo-vids would be a good idea. To catalog the pain. The torment. It would help with the nightmares."He sighed and looked downward before shaking his head. "A load of fucking shit if you ask me but I did it then and after everything that's happened they were lost."..."I have some time. I'm between jobs. I can't sleep. I can't stop my brain from turning so I might as well just sit here and start from the beginning. I doubt anyone is going to see this and if they do..." He stifled a chuckle and a shake of his head. He sighed and just started. "I was born on Earth in 2298 AD. Well if you call being an inc-baby being born. I don't remember any of it but I guess whoever hatched us ensured we didn't die. I guess it started when I was three or four years old. Some corporation calling themselves the Black Flag. A stupid fucking name but they were a sub-company of a group called the Tellurian Trust...mind you I found all of this out many years later." He smiled and just continued.
"The Black Flag was a covert faction that dealt with experimentations. There was twenty of us all together and we were being entered into some kind of program. People have been trying to create super soldiers since the dawn of time. But that was about guns, bullets and dead bodies." He smiled. "So instead they wanted to create super-spies. Men that can get into and out of different environments and situations without the enemy ever knowing they were there. What did that mean? That meant no dead bodies and no raised alarms. It was called Project Sleuth. A silly name for a project but after all the training that lasted over a decade it makes a certain sense I guess."
He grabbed some type of holo-time device and looked at the readout. He gave a slight nod. "I have some time. I've got to meet Echo in a few hours." He shrugged his shoulders and continued his story. "From the age of three till we were seventeen we were trained in the art of espionage. One of the most effective ways to gather data and information about the enemy or a potential enemy is by infiltrating the enemy's ranks. This is the job of the espionage agent. Spies can bring back all sorts of information concerning the size and strength of an enemy army. They can also find dissidents within the enemy's forces and influence them to defect. In times of crisis, spies can also be used to steal technology and to sabotage the enemy in various ways. We also learned counterintelligence operations which can feed false information to enemy spies, protecting important domestic secrets and preventing attempts at subversion." He laughed and shook his head. "There's only one rule of being a spy: Do not get caught."
One of these instructors. He was a brute. He used to beat us with this..." He paused holding up his left fist. "...stick made of some type of wood. It never broke but when we were seen by the instructors during camouflage and stealth training; that damn stick could sting." He smiled and looked off camera as if someone else was in the room but he was just remembering. "We learned how to deceive, role-play, psychologically assess, sell, exploit. It moved further then that. To disguise, surveil, and detect. We learned how to enter any type of environment and disappear. No mater the level of security we had to be a ghost. To complete the mission. Oh don't get me wrong. They taught us how to kill. But to kill? It was the last resort. No bodies, no alarms. It was a class motto." He laughed and continued. "Our hard sometimes brutal training was complemented with a high level education, which included mathematics, science, physics, reading, writing and military tactics used by special forces and special operations units that spanned across hundreds of centuries. Small unit to two man units slipping into a position. Watching the enemy. Cataloging. Spying. See how that all worked into the program? Ingenious. Clever bastards." He smiled and sighed.
"When we turned seventeen we completed our training. At least we thought we did. But we were wrong. The Black Flag had one more test up their sleeves. The next phase was body augmentations. These augmentations consisted of the following; Catalytic Thyroid Implant, and Superconducting Fibrification of Neural Dendrites. Those are a bunch of twenty dollar words right?" He laughed. "Basically they gave us the tools necessary to put all that training to good use." He didn't explain what all that meant but rather continued. There was a deep sadness to his eyes. Though he was looking at the camera and speaking he was reliving memories. "Only eight of us survived the procedure. The risks were too great. All I remember was the pain. It was like my body was being ripped a part and put back together. Eight of us...my brothers and sisters. Hell I haven't seen a single one of them since the end of the program." He sighed. "There was a short recovery process. The body just had to adjust to the changes the enhancements gave us?" He chuckled. "The augmentations made us faster and more agile. I can process things at a near instant rate. It's crazy but it's fucking amazing." He paused and glanced at the timer device once more before he continued on.
"So as a graduation present they sent us on our first mission. I had to infiltrate this highly secured intelligence facility. We're talking a mercenary security force, laser grids, cameras, automated turrets...the works." He smirked. "Thirty-seven minutes. Got in, got the intel and got out. I never killed a soul. That's when I knew what I was meant to do with my life." He smiled. 'I don't know how my brothers and sisters did on their own missions. We never saw each other again." He cleared his throat looking down before raising his gaze back to the camera. "The program was designed to create a ghost. To ensure a mission is completed without the enemy ever knowing the agent was there. Without the need to kill the enemy. A nation or corporation makes itself stronger and harder to defeat in battle when you already have the plans of the enemy and the enemy doesn't know it." He smirked.
"They taught us how to kill but like I said it was a last resort. Why kill that patrolling guard? He shouldn't even know you are there. Want to know how many people I've killed?" He held up a single finger."One. That's it. I would say I should be proud of that but I'm not. It was a mistake. A mistake that..." He paused and motioned to the scar at his eye. "It was a complete surprise. I was cocky. I just completed a simple operation. I had to retrieve a cell phone. Simple right? I walked right into him. He was coming into the building from...it doesn't matter. The fight probably lasted all of ten seconds but he cut me with a small blade. I didn't see him even remove it you know? I broke his wrist and then his neck." He gave a slight shake of his head. "So why didn't stop him before he cut me right? I mean I have faster reflexes. All I can tell you is that I wasn't expecting it. I thought...it was a mistake that could have cost me my life." He let loose a breath. "I placed his body in a trash compactor and I made my escape."
He gave a shake of his head. "Anyone can kill and kill effectively if trained to but the aftermath?" He gave a shake of his head. "I enjoy the being a ghost. I thrive on it really. I took the call sign of Spectre. Corny but effective." He grinned. "Just ask the poor sonvabitches that have failed to stop me countless times." He shook his head and continued on. "So we went active. They hired out our services.” He sighed and reached up rubbing his tired eyes. “ He smiled and just shook his head. "I'll tell you one more. There was this facility. This host nation claimed it was just a research facility. Advanced technology kind of stuff." He waved his left hand. "...anyway it was the research and development center for a biological agent. This stuff? It would literally melt your skin off, turn your organs and bones into ash with just a single drop." He chuckled. "Can you imagine? If they set this stuff off in a heavily populated region? It could kill thousands..." He snapped his fingers. "...thousands; just like that. Anyway high command was set to send in some special operations unit. We're talking total destruction. Everyone dead. Lots of bullets and explosives. Hopefully it wouldn't trigger the bio-agent right?" He smiled. "Instead someone wearing a suit had a better idea. They hired me. I performed a HAHO jump from 40,000 feet and free floated down to the ground. Probably about two klicks away from the facility. This place had the highest level of security. Roving patrols with dogs, laser security grids, security cameras, key card access; so forth and so on." He adjusted in his seat as he continued.
"Those roving patrols come and go from perimeter using trucks and Tac-V's. So while a patrol was heading back on base I leapt onto the ground as a truck went overhead and latched onto it. Entered the base. No problem. When it stopped at a stop sign before making a turn I just laid back out waited for the truck to roll past and I was in. Now getting into the actual facility was going to be tricky. I needed key card access. I waited until a couple scientists were outside probably getting some fresh air. But they were talking about the bio-agent. It was a long wait but I was well hidden. They headed back inside and I slipped in before the hatch closed. They never heard a thing. Never looked back." He shook his head. "My employers wanted secrecy. They never wanted anyone to know what was going on. That's why they sent me. I stole the goddamn biological agent and just incase they could make more of this bullshit I broke into the supercomputer mainframe and got all the research data. Then I setup a scrambling hack device which fried the entire system and erased everything and I mean everything. To get out? I hacked the power grid. All the backup power systems. All the generators? Once I was ready I blew the system. Complete blackout. So why the security team ran through their lock down procedures, I used the confusion to slip out of the facility and make my extraction point. Mission over and not a single dead body." He laughed. "I never saw so many jaws hit the floor when I walked in and delivered them the results." He just shook his head. "That's what led to a job that required me to be placed in cryo. Easier on transportation costs I guess. I found this out later but uh I never got to the destination. An event happened. I was told it was called the New Eden Explosion."
“I was born and bred for espionage. That was the whole point of Project Sleuth. To create a a small group of elite super-spies. Designed to topple a government, nation or corporation. To accomplish the impossible and in a short amount of time." He chuckled. "I woke up in this strange room. A cage really. Then it’s not every day you find out that the only home you ever knew. Earth? With it’s billions upon billions of people were wiped out.” He shook his head. “I found out that I’m in a completely different verse and it's been years. Then there’s Echo La’Marr. That’s what she said her name was." He gave a shrug of his shoulders. "She told me everything. From start to finished. I believed her. Why wouldn’t I? What did she have to gain by lying right? It was her voice. I know that sounds strange but for some reason it was her voice that convinced me.” He smiled. “She offered me a job. She told me she was a hacker. Probably the best out there. There was a lot of business for a woman with her talent and reach but she needed someone like me. Someone that can slip into places unnoticed, retrieve data and get out again.” He smirked. “I took the job. What the hell else was I gonna do?” He smiled. “We make a pretty good team." He reached up and rubbed at the stubble on his jaw line. "I learned pretty early on that she was blind. Not that it mattered. Though I offered my services to others out there.. There’s a lot of people and corporations out there that are going to need a ghost. We’ll see what happens I guess.”
The timer device off camera started beeping. He reached over and pressed a button turning it off. "I need to end this here. I figured I could get a few hours sleep before I have to meet up with Echo." He smiled and looked back up to the camera. "...More to follow as time goes on." He reached over and turned off the camera and the screen faded to black.
Non-Lethal/Tactical Equipment
Armat 74 Revolver
Capacity: Eight rounds.
Design: Light weight, non-lethal.
Chamber: Non-lethal sleeping darts.
Caliber: 10mm.
Effect: Causes an induced sleep. Period 4-6 hours.
Saber Throwing knives
Capacity: Six throwing knives.
Holder: Interchangeable leg wrap.
Use: Last Resort (Never used otherwise)
SEAL SOG Pup
Design: Razor edge/Cutting teeth.
Holder: Sheathed across upper chest.
Use: Last Resort (Never used otherwise)
Glossary
Catalytic Thyroid Implant::: Platinum pellet containing human growth hormone catalyst is implanted in the thyroid to boost growth of skeletal and muscle tissues. (Increases and changes the body structure. To have higher muscle efficiency and fluidity, allowing him to move more smoothly and thus also more quietly)
Superconducting Fibrification of Neural Dendrites::: Alteration of bioeletrical nerve transduction to shielded electronic transduction. 85% increase in subject reflexes. Anecdotal evidence of marked increase in intelligence, memory, and creativity. (The electronic responses sent from the brain and throughout the body allowing for increase in intelligence, memory and creativity. Allowing for faster hand to hand and hand to eye movement. Stealth ability increased.)
Russian Martial Arts Systema::: Training includes, but is not limited to: hand-to-hand combat, grappling, knife fighting, and fire-arms training. . It focuses mainly on controlling the six body levers (elbows, neck, knees, waist, ankles, and shoulders) through pressure point application, striking, and weapon applications.
HAHO::: High Altitude High Opening (parachute jump)
Tac-V's::: Tactical Vehicles. Militarized motor vehicle with added armor and weaponry designed for all terrain navigation.