Post by Jase Dallas on Oct 1, 2013 0:40:07 GMT -5
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Alias/Name = Riley
Age = Thirty
SN for this character = jasedaiias
Email (if different) = jasedaiias@aol.com
Tell us a random/odd fact about yourself. = I'm a former US Marine; currently a police officer.
Tell us about one of your favorite RP moments. = Ugh. I've been role-playing for over sixteen years. So between the times of 1997 till about 2001. The best years of role-playing. It's hard finding individuals and even a group nowadays that wants character/story-line development rather then just smut porn. I can't tell you how glad I am that I found this group.
Describe your thoughts of this SL in five words. = Amazing, Well planned out. Exciting.
Would you like a writing prompt (like a prompt for an RP sample for this character)or just the clarification/curious questions? = Yes please. I'll take the writing prompt and the clarification/curious questions.
Did anyone recruit you?(What were they like?) = Yes. She was beyond helpful. She went above and beyond the call to help me out with this character and application.
Recruiter SN = Prodigal Aviator
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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 = Two hundred and thirty pounds
Eye Color = Sky blue
Hair Color = Brown
General Demeanor/Personality = Feels no fear. He is cold, calculating and ruthless when required. Highly skilled. Attentive, learns rapidly/Quick study of people, situtations, and surroundings.
Quirks = Prone to Psychotic/Sociopath tendencies unless a self-inflicting injection of a specialized drug. Canavoria Sativos a plant that feeds on insects and small reptiles. It has budding flowers which have juice pockets. They are highly concentrated and can be used as a tranquilizer, or when diluted has a calming, anti-depressant, anti-psychotic effect. Suffers from insomnia. Must take a specialized drug. Euntia Yunaita a plant which stem has a milky white substance inside. When diluted has a calming and soothing effect; giving the user the ability to maintain a normal sleep pattern. Found in the Javo Jungles and both plants are hard to get to; so it's not regulated or widely known.
Best Skills =Infiltration. Covert Operative (Spy). Inherent speed, strength, agility and cognitive advancement (Can run faster then an average human, lift twice his body weight, ability to scale objects and maintain balance. Thinks outside the box and ability to process situtations at a faster rate then a normal human.) Expert in black operations (Stealth, hunting and tracking skills). Expert in Hacking (Devices, computers, and other forms of computer technology.
General Skills = Bounty Hunting and Assassination. Expert with weapons (assault rifles, shotguns, pistols and explosives/making and placing IEDs or Improvised Explosive Devices). Expert with melee weapons (swords, throwing knives and daggers, knife fighting.) Master of two different martial arts (Systema and Krav Maga.)
Reputation = Little is known about Dallas; but Spectre? It was rumored that Spectre was true to his namesake. That if Spectre was hired to infiltrate a location to gain intelligence then rest assured that he would accomplish his mission and the only way of knowing that he had; would be that what he was after was now gone.
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 face was roughened and harden from a lifetime spent at war. A scar was seen from the top of his left eye brow and crisscrossed over the left cheek and down along the jaw line. 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 his 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. He was wearing some type of advanced armor which held pouches for weapons magazines, explosives and things of that nature. 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 sixty 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 so why not try it now right? When technology could make it possible. It was called Project Soldat."
He grabbed some type of holo-time device and looked at the readout. He gave a slight nod. "I have another hour or so before I have to take another injection." He shrugged his shoulders and continued his story. "From the age of three till we were seventeen we were trained in the art of war. We learned how to fight and kill. With weapons or without. Hell with anything that was laying at our feet. We were trained how to survive in the harshest of environments known to man. 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 cracked just made us bleed. Anyway he used to say that if they want peace then they had better be prepared for war." He laughed. "It wasn't then but now that's pretty funny." He paused for a moment as his eyes took this sadness to them before he shook his head and continued. "It wasn't all blood and guts and dead bodies. A true warrior used his mind as well as his body and soul to accomplish the mission. Our hard sometimes brutal training was complemented with a high level education, which included mathematics, science, physics, reading, writing and military tactics used by generals and leaders of nations dating back hundreds of centuries." He smiled. "Those were probably the best times I remember. Sitting around this holo-vid table watching ancient leaders fight over pieces of land. Times might have changed but war sure hasn't." He gave a shrug of his shoulders and continued.
"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; Carbide Ceramic Ossification, Muscular Enhancement Injections, Catalytic Thyroid Implant, Occipital Capillary Reversal, and Superconducting Fibrification of Neural Dendrites. (See Glossary for details.) Those are a bunch of twenty dollar words right?" He laughed. "Basically they gave us the tool 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 twenty-two of us survived. All I remember was the pain. It was like my body was being ripped a part and put back together. Twenty-two of us...my brothers and sisters. Hell I haven't seen a single one of them in I don't know how long." He sighed. "There was a lengthy recovery process. We literally had to relearn how to be...human?" He chuckled. "The augmentations made us faster, stronger, 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. 'You know the others? My brothers and sisters? Some of them prided themselves on the high body count. The huge explosions and all the death. But me? Want to know how many people I've killed?" He held up five fingers."Five. That's it. Oh I could kill you eighteen different ways before your body ever hit the ground but 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? A single drop 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 (See Glossary) 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, keycard 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 SUVs. 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 keycard access. I waited until a couple scientists were having a smoke break. 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 destruction. They wanted a body count. That's for assassins. Instead 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 shut down the entire power grid. Complete blackout. So why the security team ran around like idiots I slipped right out the front door. 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 combat. That was the whole point of Project Soldat. To create a a small group of elite super-soldiers. Designed to topple a government, nation or even a whole planet. To accomplish the impossible and in a short amount of time. But that’s not how I ended up you see?” He chuckled. “I could have went the whole combat route. Like my other brothers and sisters but instead I took the road less traveled. I came a spy. I became the ghost.” He sighed once more. “So here’s where my life took a turn. 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 was wiped out.” He shook his head. “I woke up and found that I’m in a completely different verse. Then there’s Echo La’Marr. That’s what she said her name was. I believed her. Why wouldn’t I? What did she have to gain by lying right? It took some time but the trust between us grew.” 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. I’m running low on my serum and pills though. She said she was going to help me find a replacement. She knew people. Even so there’s gotta be a black market out there. I’ll find it.” He reached up and rubbed at the stubble on his jawline. "I learned pretty early on that she was blind. Not that it mattered. I branched out though. There’s a lot of others 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. He sighed as he reached over to a case which he removed a long white cylinder syringe he raised it upward and pressed a button; a needle snapped out. He smirked 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.
Glossary
Carbide Ceramic Ossification: Advanced material grafting onto skeletal structures to make bones virtually unbreakable. ((Recommended coverage not to exceed 3% total bone mass because of significant white blood cell necrosis: Which means the white cell through necrosis, a death in which the cell swells and eventually bursts. This will cause massive internal bleeding and the subject will die.)) Allowing the body to take more damage. To endure more pain. This will aid in movements of agility, falls from heights, performing strength related tasks.
Muscular Enhancement Injections: Protein complex is injected intramuscularly to increase tissue density and decrease lactase recovery time. (Increases muscle mass and density. Making for an increase of strength. The ability to lift twice ones body weight.)
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.Allowing for the body of a seventeen year old to be given the body structure of an Olympic Athlete . Allowing for smoother and quieter movement through an environment.)
Occipital Capillary Reversal: Submergence and boosted blood vessel flow beneath the rods and cones of the subject's retina. Produces a marked visual perception increase. (Allows for a form of a low light increase in the retina's. In solid darkness allowing the ability to see in low light conditions without the need of night vision googles.)
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. Fighting and stealth ability increased.)
HAHO: High Altitude Low Opening parachute jump.
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.
Krav Maga: "Contact combat" is a brutal martial system developed in Israel that consists of a wide combination of techniques sourced from boxing, Muay Thai, Wing Chun, Judo, jiu-jitsu, wrestling, and grappling, along with realistic fight training. Krav Maga is known for its focus on real-world situations and extremely efficient and brutal counter-attacks.
Counter attacking as soon as possible (or attacking pre-emptively).
Targeting attacks to the body's most vulnerable points, such as: the eyes, neck/throat, face, solar plexus, groin, ribs, knee, foot, fingers, etc.
Maximum effectiveness and efficiency in order to neutralize the opponent as quickly as possible.
Maintaining awareness of surroundings while dealing with the threat in order to look for escape routes, further attackers, objects that could be used to defend or help attack, and so on.
Training can also cover situational awareness to develop an understanding of one's surroundings, learning to understand the psychology of a street confrontation, and identifying potential threats before an attack occurs. It may also cover ways to deal with physical and verbal methods to avoid violence whenever possible.
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Alias/Name = Riley
Age = Thirty
SN for this character = jasedaiias
Email (if different) = jasedaiias@aol.com
Tell us a random/odd fact about yourself. = I'm a former US Marine; currently a police officer.
Tell us about one of your favorite RP moments. = Ugh. I've been role-playing for over sixteen years. So between the times of 1997 till about 2001. The best years of role-playing. It's hard finding individuals and even a group nowadays that wants character/story-line development rather then just smut porn. I can't tell you how glad I am that I found this group.
Describe your thoughts of this SL in five words. = Amazing, Well planned out. Exciting.
Would you like a writing prompt (like a prompt for an RP sample for this character)or just the clarification/curious questions? = Yes please. I'll take the writing prompt and the clarification/curious questions.
Did anyone recruit you?(What were they like?) = Yes. She was beyond helpful. She went above and beyond the call to help me out with this character and application.
Recruiter SN = Prodigal Aviator
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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 = Two hundred and thirty pounds
Eye Color = Sky blue
Hair Color = Brown
General Demeanor/Personality = Feels no fear. He is cold, calculating and ruthless when required. Highly skilled. Attentive, learns rapidly/Quick study of people, situtations, and surroundings.
Quirks = Prone to Psychotic/Sociopath tendencies unless a self-inflicting injection of a specialized drug. Canavoria Sativos a plant that feeds on insects and small reptiles. It has budding flowers which have juice pockets. They are highly concentrated and can be used as a tranquilizer, or when diluted has a calming, anti-depressant, anti-psychotic effect. Suffers from insomnia. Must take a specialized drug. Euntia Yunaita a plant which stem has a milky white substance inside. When diluted has a calming and soothing effect; giving the user the ability to maintain a normal sleep pattern. Found in the Javo Jungles and both plants are hard to get to; so it's not regulated or widely known.
Best Skills =Infiltration. Covert Operative (Spy). Inherent speed, strength, agility and cognitive advancement (Can run faster then an average human, lift twice his body weight, ability to scale objects and maintain balance. Thinks outside the box and ability to process situtations at a faster rate then a normal human.) Expert in black operations (Stealth, hunting and tracking skills). Expert in Hacking (Devices, computers, and other forms of computer technology.
General Skills = Bounty Hunting and Assassination. Expert with weapons (assault rifles, shotguns, pistols and explosives/making and placing IEDs or Improvised Explosive Devices). Expert with melee weapons (swords, throwing knives and daggers, knife fighting.) Master of two different martial arts (Systema and Krav Maga.)
Reputation = Little is known about Dallas; but Spectre? It was rumored that Spectre was true to his namesake. That if Spectre was hired to infiltrate a location to gain intelligence then rest assured that he would accomplish his mission and the only way of knowing that he had; would be that what he was after was now gone.
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 face was roughened and harden from a lifetime spent at war. A scar was seen from the top of his left eye brow and crisscrossed over the left cheek and down along the jaw line. 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 his 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. He was wearing some type of advanced armor which held pouches for weapons magazines, explosives and things of that nature. 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 sixty 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 so why not try it now right? When technology could make it possible. It was called Project Soldat."
He grabbed some type of holo-time device and looked at the readout. He gave a slight nod. "I have another hour or so before I have to take another injection." He shrugged his shoulders and continued his story. "From the age of three till we were seventeen we were trained in the art of war. We learned how to fight and kill. With weapons or without. Hell with anything that was laying at our feet. We were trained how to survive in the harshest of environments known to man. 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 cracked just made us bleed. Anyway he used to say that if they want peace then they had better be prepared for war." He laughed. "It wasn't then but now that's pretty funny." He paused for a moment as his eyes took this sadness to them before he shook his head and continued. "It wasn't all blood and guts and dead bodies. A true warrior used his mind as well as his body and soul to accomplish the mission. Our hard sometimes brutal training was complemented with a high level education, which included mathematics, science, physics, reading, writing and military tactics used by generals and leaders of nations dating back hundreds of centuries." He smiled. "Those were probably the best times I remember. Sitting around this holo-vid table watching ancient leaders fight over pieces of land. Times might have changed but war sure hasn't." He gave a shrug of his shoulders and continued.
"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; Carbide Ceramic Ossification, Muscular Enhancement Injections, Catalytic Thyroid Implant, Occipital Capillary Reversal, and Superconducting Fibrification of Neural Dendrites. (See Glossary for details.) Those are a bunch of twenty dollar words right?" He laughed. "Basically they gave us the tool 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 twenty-two of us survived. All I remember was the pain. It was like my body was being ripped a part and put back together. Twenty-two of us...my brothers and sisters. Hell I haven't seen a single one of them in I don't know how long." He sighed. "There was a lengthy recovery process. We literally had to relearn how to be...human?" He chuckled. "The augmentations made us faster, stronger, 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. 'You know the others? My brothers and sisters? Some of them prided themselves on the high body count. The huge explosions and all the death. But me? Want to know how many people I've killed?" He held up five fingers."Five. That's it. Oh I could kill you eighteen different ways before your body ever hit the ground but 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? A single drop 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 (See Glossary) 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, keycard 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 SUVs. 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 keycard access. I waited until a couple scientists were having a smoke break. 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 destruction. They wanted a body count. That's for assassins. Instead 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 shut down the entire power grid. Complete blackout. So why the security team ran around like idiots I slipped right out the front door. 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 combat. That was the whole point of Project Soldat. To create a a small group of elite super-soldiers. Designed to topple a government, nation or even a whole planet. To accomplish the impossible and in a short amount of time. But that’s not how I ended up you see?” He chuckled. “I could have went the whole combat route. Like my other brothers and sisters but instead I took the road less traveled. I came a spy. I became the ghost.” He sighed once more. “So here’s where my life took a turn. 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 was wiped out.” He shook his head. “I woke up and found that I’m in a completely different verse. Then there’s Echo La’Marr. That’s what she said her name was. I believed her. Why wouldn’t I? What did she have to gain by lying right? It took some time but the trust between us grew.” 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. I’m running low on my serum and pills though. She said she was going to help me find a replacement. She knew people. Even so there’s gotta be a black market out there. I’ll find it.” He reached up and rubbed at the stubble on his jawline. "I learned pretty early on that she was blind. Not that it mattered. I branched out though. There’s a lot of others 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. He sighed as he reached over to a case which he removed a long white cylinder syringe he raised it upward and pressed a button; a needle snapped out. He smirked 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.
Glossary
Carbide Ceramic Ossification: Advanced material grafting onto skeletal structures to make bones virtually unbreakable. ((Recommended coverage not to exceed 3% total bone mass because of significant white blood cell necrosis: Which means the white cell through necrosis, a death in which the cell swells and eventually bursts. This will cause massive internal bleeding and the subject will die.)) Allowing the body to take more damage. To endure more pain. This will aid in movements of agility, falls from heights, performing strength related tasks.
Muscular Enhancement Injections: Protein complex is injected intramuscularly to increase tissue density and decrease lactase recovery time. (Increases muscle mass and density. Making for an increase of strength. The ability to lift twice ones body weight.)
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.Allowing for the body of a seventeen year old to be given the body structure of an Olympic Athlete . Allowing for smoother and quieter movement through an environment.)
Occipital Capillary Reversal: Submergence and boosted blood vessel flow beneath the rods and cones of the subject's retina. Produces a marked visual perception increase. (Allows for a form of a low light increase in the retina's. In solid darkness allowing the ability to see in low light conditions without the need of night vision googles.)
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. Fighting and stealth ability increased.)
HAHO: High Altitude Low Opening parachute jump.
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.
Krav Maga: "Contact combat" is a brutal martial system developed in Israel that consists of a wide combination of techniques sourced from boxing, Muay Thai, Wing Chun, Judo, jiu-jitsu, wrestling, and grappling, along with realistic fight training. Krav Maga is known for its focus on real-world situations and extremely efficient and brutal counter-attacks.
Counter attacking as soon as possible (or attacking pre-emptively).
Targeting attacks to the body's most vulnerable points, such as: the eyes, neck/throat, face, solar plexus, groin, ribs, knee, foot, fingers, etc.
Maximum effectiveness and efficiency in order to neutralize the opponent as quickly as possible.
Maintaining awareness of surroundings while dealing with the threat in order to look for escape routes, further attackers, objects that could be used to defend or help attack, and so on.
Training can also cover situational awareness to develop an understanding of one's surroundings, learning to understand the psychology of a street confrontation, and identifying potential threats before an attack occurs. It may also cover ways to deal with physical and verbal methods to avoid violence whenever possible.