Cyberpunk RPT(PG: Violence and Language.)

[Korkskrew]

Each person describes a character, any class, any race, and a little on appearence. (I will give example at end)

From the beginning this has evolved into a storyline plot so please make posts similar to this: As they overlooked the valley they could see that they were vastly outnumbered. "Well, what do we do now?" the hesitant monk asked.
"Attack!" the barbarian said leading his comrades into battle. He swung his sword and cleaved the goblin in half.

Character Interaction: throughout this, our characters will have to interact. Have characters that aren't yours act in a way that matches them. Don't have the almighty warlord dance on his toes singing Cher. For more reference please read through the posts to see how we have done this.

PvP: As far as this goes, It won't be allowed UNLESS the player attacked approves of the fight. they will take turns posting, the person playing the character will acknoledge when his player is defeated, whether killed or otherwise, but its the player who decides his characters fate.

Weapons and Items: Go ahead, find a magical golden staff of a war hero, or a horn that brings the aid of elves.

This is NOT the thread of silliness, please refrain from any off-topic posts unless the situation can relate to it, like in a cave of singing wombats or the island of annoying ranting beautiful amazons.

Anybody wishing to join in will give a description of their character, then preferably, begin their post after immedietly.

Any Questions, please contact me through private message.

The difference is, this is Cyberpunk.
Here's a brief rundown of the setting, just to get things started.

Year is 2030 and the Earth is now ruled by a naziesque megacorp that goes by the name of The Cradle. They came to power when earth ran out of natural gas and they were the only ones with the technology to survive. They tookover nearly overnight and now every major city is a fortress and the less important cities were blown to bits. There is a small rebel group(us) that wishes to take them down but due to lack of numbers has to resort to geurilla warfare and hacking. The rebels wish to make it known who they are so they resorted to dressing like punks.
My character:
Real name: Sid
Handle: Jello
Appearance: Tall and skinny. Hair is dressed in small suicide spikes and he has several face piercings. Wears a black leatherjacket with a scary demon painted on the back. Wears a white beater underneath and tightish dark blue jeans with chains.
Attitude: Goofy, somewhat insane. He's a lousy hacker but he makes up for that with effort and being an insane shot with most firearms.
Equipment: Akimbo 9mm berettas, and a combat knife concealed in his boots.
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Well, the Sex Pistols had finally gotten what they wanted. The UK was in Anarchy, until The Cradle stepped in. Anarchy was paradise compared to their brutal totalitarian rule. Blacks were killed on sight. Same for Jew's and Muslims and pretty much anyone else who didn't fit the description of an Aryan. Liverpool used to be Jello's home. That was until The Cradle deemed it was useless to their progression and bombed it to dust. Now he lived wherever his next mission took him. He didn't like it and was scared out of his wits every day, but it was still better than being another sheep.
The rebels had established quite a base of operations in his old town though. Comfortable, friendly. The only problem was running it. They didn't know how to synthesize the resources they needed to run machines like the cradle did, so they resorted to hacking and theivery, biding their time and striking at the cradle every opportunity they got. It wasn't an easy life but they liked it better than the alternative.

[Rookie]

Nice Kork. Makes alot more sense now that you have it all up and going. I guess i'll give 'er a shot.

Name: Jack Waters
Codename: Rookie :cool:
Appearance: About 6 foot, average weight. Navy Blue sunglasses and backwards black ball cap. No real piercings. T-shirts, Jeans, anything comfortable and mobile.
Attitude: A calmer member, is known for presicion and efficiency. Often getting up close and personal in street fights, he can also go covert and do some sniping. Handles a gun like a pro, and can slowly, but accurately slice a computer for info.
Equipment: 10 gauge shotgun or rifle with a scope (depending on mission) Pistols at side and knife at side in case of no ammo. Carries a smaller backpack that carries extra ammo clips.
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Raised in Boston, he came to the Rebellion when the Cradle decided his particular neighborhood looked better as a refinery for their energy sources. Rookie as he became known displayed an ability for accuracy early on, but his accuracy with computers often caused slowness, which was not a good thing.
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Ok Kork, what are the Cradle troops like? shock troops? ninja-type dudes? robots? what?

[Soria]

Name: Shannon Marils
Codename: Essence.
Appearance: 5'2". Long braided brown hair, gray-blue eyes. Stocky frame. Torn blue jean, green wolf t-shirt and a raggity jean jacket. Two pin ear prieces in each ear, ear cuff in her right ear. Eyebrow ring on her left eyebrow. Black hiking boots. Gloves with metal knucles, that are cut off at the fingers.
Attitude: Sweet, and calmish. Some people wonder why she's a rebel. Tend to get made slowly, but when blows, run. Not a great hacker, or with a gun, but she can kick your ass when it come to hand to hand fighting.
Equipment: Backpack, where she keep ammo for her .22 pistol, which she keep in a holtser. Brass knuckles, and a wooden base ball bat. Carries two knifes and a short, roman style sword. She also carries around bandages, and the stuff to make potions, like anti-toxins.


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The day the Cradle decided to blow up Shannon's little piss-poor home town, there had been no warning, just a whistling sounds then a bright light, then boom. It was all over before you could even blink.

[Evil_Gondi]

Real Name: Marcus Willows
Codename: Poker Joe
Appearance: Kinda short, slim, and a little tan(light brown if you would). Face was butchered so he wears a hood (http://www.costumeuniverse.com/details.asp?prodid=32265&cat=39000&path=) (Just the hood part). Wears no shirt and sports black pants that cut off just above mid-shin. Has a tatoo on his chest that says, "When the branch breaks, The Cradle will fall."
Personality: A gentlemen in all aspects, he is chraming, strong willed, and never seen without his hood. He will help in any task given to him, and will only stop when the task is done, or deemed impossible. Very sarcastic and will laugh off every practical joke. In battle, he is dark, ruthless, and very angry. Has a knack for surviving the most fatal of wounds and barely leaving a scar. Also loves cooking and eating with a passion.
Equipment: Dual Colt Whitetailers (http://world.guns.ru/handguns/hg83-e.htm) with scopes and various hand grenades (http://www.fas.org/man/dod-101/sys/land/grenade.htm).


Real Name: Andy Willows
Codename: Fate's Hand
Appearance: A little chubby, taller than Marcus, almost brown in skin color. Wears long sleeves shirts, all of which has the Jolly Roger on it (Skull and Crossbones), long baggy pants with chains all over the left pant leg. Has short black hair that is usually spiked and sports a well groomed goatee.
Personality: Get's along fine with everyone, but generally keeps to himself, tinkering. Not afraid to ask for help, often asking Marcus for manual labor or for a second opinion. Easy to piss off. In battle, he gets up close to make sure his enemy dies and keeps a cool head in all situations. Likes to keep people alive and will busy himself with the injured first.
Equipment: Doublebarreled pump-action shotgun that he made himself, backpack full of medical supplies and ammo, and knuckle blades.


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The Cradle burst into our home one night and gunned down our parents without a moment's hesitation. I took a shotgun blast to the face, but that didn't stop me. I overpowered the man and killed him with his own weapon. I went to see if Silia was all right, Andy now with me and frightened. In Silia's room, there were two of The Cradle's dogs. I gunned down one when the gun jammed. The other man shot me in the eye, laughing at me. Silia stopped him before he finished me off, begging and pleading, tears flowing from her eyes. The man threw her off and shot her until his clip was empty. Andy screamed in rage and tackled the man down, beating him to death with his fists. With nothing left, we ran before more of the Cradle's dogs could catch us. The rebellion took us in and treated my wounds. Most of my face was destroyed, but that was nothign compared to what they had destroyed all over the world. Anger in our hearts, Andy and I joined the rebellion.
We excelled quickly, becoming the best there was in the area. They sent us to the main base, along with the other fighters. They feared that having too many in such a small place would attract their attention. The day after we left, the Cradle had raided the place and killed everyone. For the second time, they have destroyed my home. Now, I will destroy them.

**OOC: Nothing like good ol' backstory.

[Trumble]

Real Name: Paul Meyers
Codename: Tayo

Appearance: Skinny. About 5'9" and lanky. Pale skin, wears a black hoody and a pair of old jeans. No scars or tats.

Equipment: Laptop, sat uplinks, and several explosive devices of various sizes.

Attitude: Nasty. Quick to anger, and very irrational. Also, quite eccentric. Not someone you would want be friends with if you could choose. His saving grace is his proficciency with computers. He is known as one of the most dangerous hackers in what used to be Europe.

Backstory:
Sid Meyers grew up in Northern Staffordshire untill Cradle rose to power. He was always a geek, never got along with anything except for his computer set up in the parents garage. Once the shit hit the fan he started offering his services to local gangs to hack credits and change identification cards for locals who were "ethnic".

One day he returned home to find his child hood house nothing but a hole in the ground. Cradle had tracked him. His parents were nothing but charred corpses.

Sid wandered what was becoming a destroyed world for a few years under an assumed name and a fake identity (his specialty) learning the trade and being a realative thorn in the side of Cradle Corp.

He then entered what used to be London (now a Cradle stronghold) using another fake identity. Picking up the handel "Tayo" he now lives in a basement appartment with a bunch of stolen hardware and enough C4 to blow up 3 city blocks. He is the man on the inside for alot of the rebels, and he speands his life searching for weaknesses in Cradle programming. Gollum incarnate, you feel dirty after even talking on the phone with this dude, but he's on the right side, and he's dangerous.

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To contact Tayo for anything (and he can pull off alot- even arranging travel, which is almost imposible now), post on the punk/metal band "Hordlings" websights' guestbook. Say you like the beetles better. Leave the rest to him, he could get your toaster to recieve email if he wanted too. Be prepaired to make it worth his while, he has expensive toys to upkeep and a bounty on his head the size of the Orient (what littles' left of it anyway).

[Korkskrew]

"Mmkay, says here that I'm sposed to meet a fella named Rookie, and he's gonna slice the system so we can both infiltrate a cradle hangar, and steal a bomber. Man, I gotta stop talking to myself."
As Jello wandered down the street he heard a blip on his radio.
"Hello? You there Jello?"
"Who want's to know?"
"Beri beri boom bala."
"Rookie? Where are you?"
"The hotel across from the hangar entrance, I'm on the roof, doing a little surveilance. Watch it on the way up, theres Cradle in there."
"Roger."
Jello burst into the main lobby and hid in the shadows as several cradle shocktroops descended the stairs. An engagement wouldn't be good this early in the mission, so he crept through the dark hotel avoiding detection. He arrived on the roof in short order and came up beside Rookie to get a feel for what they were up against.
"Ok, the easiest way for us to get in would be zipline. I've got a grapple here and we could just make it over the compound fence."
"Forget that, I've got an inside man. He'll get us what we need. Got a laptop?"
Rookie tossed him one with a puzzled look on his face.
"Hordlings? What the hell are you doing on a band's website during a mission."
Jello signed on to the guestbook and said, I like the beatles better.
"What are you doing!?" Rookie demanded.
"Wait for it... There!" Jello pointed to the sky after several minutes.
"That's a Cradle cargo plane! We gotta go now!"
"Calm down, my buddy Tayo hooked us up. As soon as it had come the plane had left leaving only a crate with two hanggliders inside.
"Wasn't expecting that. How did he do that anway?"
"Tayo? He's an amazing kid. He could make your toaster recieve email!" Jello exclaimed.
"I don't get email though."
"And I don't have a toaster what's your point? Let's just do this thing. Fly low if you can, the wings are black so they shouldn't see us this late at night."
Without thinking the two jumped off the building and glided smoothly onto the compound.

[Coffee]

Real Name: Kieran Abernethy
Code Name: Coffee

Appearance: 5'10, thickly muscled, 50ish. Grey-blue eyes and shoulder-length reddish-brown hair, slightly curly with streaks of grey. Has a moderately handsom face, oval, with a short, well trimmed, red beard. One tat of a skeleton playing pipes on left shoulder , one of celtic knotwork on right bicep. Usually wears jeans and a t-shirt; wears highland regalia on formal occasions.

Equipment: fiber polishing tools, rj45 connector crimper, lots of connecters and cat5 cable, laptop, M-16, M-9, a dirk, and a set of bagpipes.

Attitude: Relativly easy going. Likes to keep busy. A good fighter and a decent shot, average skill at hacking, primarily focuses on networking, maintaining the computers, and trying to keep the other's spirits up.

Backstory: Born in Glasgow and trained as a networking and computer communications technician in the RAF. Retired shortly before The Cradle started its rise to power. Enlisted with the rebels after his wife Dearshul was killed by The Cradle...refuses to talk about the issue any further. Now works mostly behind the scenes keeping the rebels' equipment and networks working.

Edited to further detail character description and name his wife.

[Slarethorn]

I'm not a huge fan of this style, but this sounds better than Shadowrun, and it's in story format, so here goes.

Name: Evan Naisle
Codename: Drow

Appearance: 6 feet tall, slightly thin, shaggy, messy brown hair, 32 years old, wears jeans shorts and T-shirts, both of which often have rips and/or holes in them, no tattoos, but always wears studded black leather bracers on his wrists.

Equipment: Sniper rifle with scope and amor piercing bullets, several hand grenades, various Japanese blades: a katana, twin wakizashis, and a pair of tantos, jet-black outfit made of premium silk for infriltration purposes as well as night vision goggles, throwing knives hidden in his bracers, three each. Keeps extras of his knives in his pack.

Personality: Quiet, easygoing, doesn't associate or socialize with others of the group unless he feels like it, but is always ready to add his input on any given situation, quite bright but not much in the ways of computers, so doesn't know how to hack beyond the basics.

Story: A fomer Special Ops agent for the CIA, Evan had been sent to Europe to track down a corrupt leader, who later became one of the head men of The Cradle organization. During his stay, The Cradle took over and pratically enslaved the UK, and the rest of the continent of Europe soon followed. Realizing that his own country was doomed, and lacking a way to exit the UK safely, Evan decided to join the rebel faction in order to attempt to not only win back the freedom of the U.S., but the rest of the world as well.

Edit: added the OOC
**OOC: forgot to mention, whereabouts on the world is everyone? If The Cradle hs taken over the entire planet, we could be spread across continents! Just a thought, might want to be mentioning where exactly your character is when you post some story info.

[Soria]

Essence wandered the British streets, looking for trouble. She hadn't teamed with a group, she hadn't been able to find one.

[Slarethorn]

Evan slunk through the slums of London, muttering to himself, "I hate this job, 'm stuck doin pick-up work. 'Find recruits, Drow' the commander says," Evan mocked to himself. "'Get us some strong new fighters to oppose those Cradle arseholes' yeah, sure, that's gonna happen," he thought. "There hasn't been any action in this city in weeks! This place is one of the top five most restricted cities in the world! No one would come here looking to join the rebels, they'd either have to be foolishly brave or be some backwoods bumpkin who's had absolutely no connection with the outside world to know how bad a state this place is in."
As if the Fates themselves were mocking him, he spotted a most promising recruit making her way uncertainly through the streets. She was obviously a punk, given her outrageous attire. Evan never could understand why all the other rebel members insisted in looking the way they do. They claimed it was to get noticed so The Cradle would know they had rebels amongst them, and he supposed that was a valid reason, but it was ridiculous nonetheless.
This girl in particular wasn't so bad, wearing nothing more punk-like than a ratty jacket and metal gloves. The thing that caught his attention the most was the fact that she carried no visible firearms of any kind. In fact, the only apparent weapon was a baseball bat she held in her right hand. He also noted that her belongings seemed quite sparse, so there was no possible way for her to be toting any hacking equipment either. "Well well well, a hand ta hander, eh?" Evan muttered to himself once more. "Hmm, i like it; the type that don't rely much on guns or their technical knowhow."
He began to make his way towards the girl, but before he could reach her, she ducked down a side alley. Grunting, he followed after her.

[Evil_Gondi]

Poker was sitting in the back of a Cradle cargo truck, his brother sitting across from him, fiddling with his shotgun.
"I'm not sure if your a genious or a madman." Poker said in Ilokano.
"The gatling gun was created by a doctor. Do you know why?"
"To make war so brutal and disgusting, no one would want to fight it. I rather like it though."
"Big guns always excite you." A smirk showed on Fate's face. "This gun also makes war more brutal, but people will still fight in them. As long as there's someone strong enough to stand for his own ideals, there will be war."
"We are not fighting a war for ideals, brother, we wage this war for our future. I will not be snuffed out."
There were three loud bangs from the driver. They had reached a check point.
"Hopefully I won't have to field test this just yet."
A Cradle guard came around and looked in. Poker waved at him, the guard waved back. A few seconds later, the guard came back, gun pointed at Poker.
"Who is he?" The guard asked. The driver came into sight and started to explain things.
"Y'see, I'm transporting Cradle spys into where we believe one of their bases are."
"Then what's with all the cargo?"
"Because this is black ops, you're compromising their mission. Holding here any longer with get the higher ups mad, and you know what happens when they get mad. Here's the manifest."
The guard scratched his chin as he contemplated. He finally let them go. The same scene would be repeated several more times as they made their way.
"That was a little close for comfort." Said one of the 'spies.'
"Who the hell is ballsy enough to hack a manifest, all this cargo," Poker hit one of the crates next to him, "and transport 8 measly men and us across a continent?"
"They call him Tayo."
"He's crazier than you."
"Or maybe he's a genius."

Hours later.

"Where are we headed again?" Poker inquired.
"For the last time, Liverpool."
Poker yawned, "I'm sorry brother, I just have trouble remembering."
"Like hell ya do, you're doing it to piss me off and pass the time."
"You know me too well."
There were 2 loud bangs, a soft one, and then two more loud ones. They were here.
"All right, lock and load, we've got to salvage as much as we can carry and blow the rest up."
"Shouldn't we just take it all?" One of the recruits they had picked up asked.
"NO, it's too much and this has to look like an attack."
"Dibs on the explosives."
Poker grabbed an RPG and jumped out of the cargo truck, Fate right behind him. The other 9 recruits came out with numerous weapons and packs of ammo. When they had gotten clear of the truck, Poker threw two incendiary grenades under the truck and then fired the rpg at the engine. The incurring explosion threw the truck off to its side, the ground around it charred black. The driver came up to them.
"All right, do your business, I know it needs to look realistic."
"No hard feelings, man." Fate's hand kicked him in the stomach, knocking the driver out. He then proceeded to mess him up a bit, before deciding it was enough.
"Damn brother, you need to work out those tensions."
"Then I wouldn't make such good weapons. Where's the extraction point?"
"We weren't given one, they were supposed to come pick us up after their initial mission, something about a bomber. But for now, we need to hide, those Cradle bastards will be here soon."

[Korkskrew]

"Hang gliders? Are you nutty?"
"Meh, whatever works I suppose."
The two froze as they heard a truck screach and explode and a hail of gunfire following.
"They're here, we gotta work fast. Jello, can you hack?"
"Sure, every rebel learns how."
"Get us into the hangar, I'll keep watch."
"You got it cheif."
A few minutes passed as Jello busied himself with the control panel on the large entrance into the hangar.
"Almost done."
"Shit hurry, we got company, Cradle coming down the hall."
"Got it!"
The door shot open and the duo rushed inside as the Cradle shock troops came after them. Four rushed in through the door and immediately went down under a hail of shotgun shells and pistol fire.
Jello looked around the hangar, massive bombers as far as the eye could see.
"Which one?"
"Here!" Jello shouted,"this one's still armed!"
The two clambered in and Jello watched while Rookie hotwired the plane in seconds.
"You're good at that."
"Shut up and sit down, we need to pick up the rest of the rebels outside, get on that 50 cal. I'll need you to clear the street of cradle."
"Affirmaroger!"
The two hovered over as Fates hand and Poker brought several wounded and loaded them onto the bomber, while the rest fended off the Cradle with Jellos help. As more cradle burst into the streets and trucks began to surround the area they took off.
"Drop the bombs Jello!"
"Aye aye capitan!"
The powerful explosions decimated the compound and the nearby cradle forces as the rebels flew off feeling very pleased.
"How many?"
"Seven left."
"How many did you come with?"
"Eleven."
"That's good I suppose."
"I suppose, Jello, where we headed?"
"Derrr, lemme get back to you on that one. All I seem to be able to gather from the software is that we're going straight."

[Evil_Gondi]

Fate's Hand was extracting bullets from Poker with a knife.
"You always did like poking me with sharp objects."
"Don't talk, breathe lightly, the more you move, the more damage is done."
"I know the drill. Help them first, they need it more. I can do this myself."
"All right brother." Fate's Hand gave him a handful of surgical staples and the knife. He pulled his pack off and pulled out sedatives. He injected enough into one of the wounded andstarted his work. Poker pulled out the bullet in his chest with his fingers and began to close the wound with surgical staples.
"I'd give ya a hand at the controls, but I'm a bit pre-occupied."
"You know how to fly this thing?" Jellos asked a bit astonished.
"No, but I tend to be pretty lucky." Poker made an incision in his leg and plucked the bullet out. Meticulously, he surgically stapled his leg closed again.
"The name's Poker Joe, he's Fate's Hand. I don't remember who they are. We, me and my brother here, came from the Philippines, as did that guy and that guy. The rest we picked up along the road. Brother, through me some bandages."
Fate's Hand threw them and hit Poker in the face.
"As you can see, we're very loving."

[Trumble]

It was hot tonight. His glasses kept steaming up and his cold-o-matic was on the fritz. He wiped at the beads of sweat on his brow, and opened a warm "gogo-soda".

His cat was staring at him with what could only be contempt.

"Buisy week for us", Tayo thought, alot of wierd orders. The rebels must be making some moves against cradle.

Suddenly the proximity alarm went off, someone was coming down the alley way twords his hideout. Clicking on one of his monitors he saw what looked to be a girl stealthily hiding behind a dumpster, looking as if she was ready to pounce. A largeish man was coming down the alleyway after her. He was going to be blindsided!

"This is going to be good!" Tayo exclaimed to his cat. He wiped the sweat out of his eyes and peered piggishly into his monitor.

[$tormin]

Name: Yushev Krusnetsuv
Codename: Yesterday
Appearance: Tall lean and hard faced yet hansome russian. Wears tailored suits at all times.
Attitude: Arogant but clever, rarely smiles but does enjoy his work.
Equipment: Full body low-profile impact suit under his tailored armani suit. Ear clip radio/transmitter. M1911 .45 Sidearm (8 round clip) 3 spare clips. Benelli m4 shotgun (6 round load) Various ammo including shot, slugs, magnesium flares, smoke grenades and 76mm high explosive grenades. 9" throwing knife in boot. Garrote wire in shirt and pants pockets.
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Because of early sucesses in ferriting out undergound terrorist cells, Krusnetsuv was giving command of a small investigative force.
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"I won't talk, you won't get ANYTHING from me!" The man in the chair struggled weakly, unable to do much more because of the effects of the drugs and multiple beatings.
"Oh, I am sorry mr. Berc, but you have already told me everything I wanted to know. Modern medicine is a wonderful thing, is it not? Within an hour we can tailor a cocktail of truth drugs just specificially for any individual with no worries of adverse reactions. You sang like a bird Doug, I can call you that can't I, you gave a nice list of contacts, passwords, addresses, callsigns and a nice long confession of crimes you personally were involved in.
"Well Doug, I would have liked to carry on our friendship further but I have to go. Don't worry, the judge has given you a suspended sentance...means that tomorrow they get to hang you."

[Evil_Gondi]

Poker finished tending his wounds. Fate's Hand would look at them later and fix them they way he wanted.
"Brother, I can't seem to stop the bleeding, you'll have to fix that later."
"Don't do anything too strenuous then. Once I'm done with these guys, I'll hook ya up."
"I swear, you do it just to poke me."
"What the hell are you guys saying?" Jello inquired.
"Nothing important, do you know where we need to go?"
"Northeast."
"Take too long and they'll have mobile AA on us like hoboes on a sandwich." Poker ambled to the front of the plane. "Move over, my father was a pilot."
"He taught you how to fly?"
"Once again, no. Though I may have inherited something."

[Soria]

Essence held her breath, waiting for the guy to come just a little closer...She jumped and swung, and, to her surpirse, her arms jarred. The big man had stopped the bat with his hands.

" Easy kiddo. I'm looking for recruits for the rebellion...Come along if you are interested." The man turned and left. Essence arched an eyebrow and followed.

" Sorry about that." She said softly.

[Slarethorn]

"No prob, kiddo, i woulda done the same thing if I'd had someone sneakin up on me in a dark alley. Besides, shows ya have good reflexes and you're always on your toes, I like that in a new recruit," Drow said to the girl, with a ghost of a smile. "By the way, I'm Drow. What's your name? Your codename, mind, not your true name."

"My codename? What's that?" the young girl asked, eager to learn. Drow turned and started up his miniature lecture about codenames. With a small sigh, he began, "Well I guess i can't blame ya, as you don't look to be someone who knows all that much about the rebel faction and how we work. You've got the punk dress down, I'll give ya that, but that's just for style purposes, and it's actually not required of our members. As you can see, i don't go fer all that punk dress, reminds me too much of the gangbangers back in the U.S. Anyway, where was I," Drow said. "Ah yes, a codename. Ya see, we never want to give The Cradle our true identities, 'cause if they find out who ya are, chances are they cn track ya down to the very bed ya sleep in. So, every member of the movement is required to come up with their own special codename for use between each other, whether it be in combat, during a mission, or even just idle chit-chat. No one in the group knows any of the true names of the others involved. We just can't risk someone gettin captured and blabbin out a name ta The Cradle intteragators(sp?), and let me tell you, those guys can get pretty damn creative, if ya know what i mean." The girl shuddered at the images her imagination conjured at such a statement. "So anyway, what da ya want ta be called?" Drow asked the girl.
She pondered this for a moment, then said, with a dangerous look in her eye, "I wish to be named Essence."
Drow looked at her with an odd expression, then said, "Okie dokie then, Essence it is, though i don't exaclty understand why you'd pick somthin like that, but I suppose ya would have yer reasons. Well then, hurry along, we gotta get outta here afore somebudy sees 's talkin in a dark alley, looks right suspicious." With that, Drow began to head back in the direction of the headquarters. With an indignant huff, Essence started after him.

OOC: I'll put some more up tomorrow, providing I've got something to work off of. Also, check Drow's bio, he' not really a burly guy :D .

[Korkskrew]

"Okay folks look alive we got something on our six!"
"Eh? Whaddya see Jello?"
"Looks like a Cradle fighter, can't tell though, kind of dark. You want I should shoot it down?"
"Alright, I'm gonna try and open this thing up, I think I found the afterburner."
Jello mounted himself on the rear 50 cal. turret and flipped off the persuing fighter. He watched the pilot of the fighter do the same. He opened a small hatch at the back and yelled at him.
"Oi! You come over here and try that! Wanker!"
OOC:Forgot to mention his thick British accent.
Jello watched in amusement as the foolish pilot open his cockpit and yelled back.
"You rebel filth are all talk! Give us back our bomber and your deaths won't hurt as bad."
Jello ignored him and shot him square in the face with his berretta and watched with great amusement as the streamlined jet fell a few hundred feet and crashed into a roadblock.
"Blimey." Jello shouted in awe.
"That was some handy shooting there."
"Left hand too."

[Trumble]

The Man walked off, with the young lady in tow. Tayo took his hand off the remote detonator.

On closer inspection the man did not appear to be a punk, and he was armed, heavily. He didn't carry Cradle uniform weapons, but instead a lethal looking array of firearms that looked to be mercenary equipment. What Tayo mistook for his bulk was actualy his concealed arsenal.

Merceneries and Tayo did not mix well, he was a prize bounty. He reminded himself to install microphones outside as soon as he could, he did not want to blow up his neihborhood over a mistaken identity. He was paranoid, and he knew it. Who ever those two were they're gone now.

"Looks like were safe for another night", he said aloud. The only things that heard him were his cat, who did not look interested, and a mouse in his rafters. The mouse appeared unnefected as well, as it had a peice of lint that demanded it's full attention.

[Evil_Gondi]

Four more fighters converged on the bomber.
"Sh!t's about to hit the fan. Keep us in the air... guy."
"It's Rookie."
"Great, leaving a rookie to keep us flying."
Poker manned one of the .50 cal guns on the left side. One of the fighters lined right up in his sights. The pilot in the fighter picked radioed some babble and eyed Poker. Poker waved and fired, tearing the fighter to pieces. He saw the blood splatter against the glass of the cockpit before exploding, sadistic glee filling him with laughter.
"Brother, are you almost finished? I can't see out of one of my eyes."
"Patching up the last one."
"Hurry it up, it is impairing my glee."

[Coffee]

Back at headquarters Coffee is observing the dogfight through the (illegal) radar receiver he had in the server room.
"It's not going so well up there."
He heads toards one of the terminals and begins working on a "little surprise" for the Cradle fighter's computer systems, hoping they were still networked to the mainframe at the base they launched from.
"This one's for you Dearshul" he mutters to himself as he types. "I just hope their parachutes don't open."

_____________________________


Inside the bomber an astonished Poker Joe, through his remaining eye, sees the pilots of the three remaining fighters simultaniously eject from their planes.

[Evil_Gondi]

"Hehe, I doubt they fear me that much."
With the breif respite, Poker ran back to Rookie.
"I just remembered something. They might be tracking us with some transpod or something, I saw it in a movie."
**OOC: Strapped for time, post more later.

[LowerClassBrat]

Real Name: Alec
Codename: Locust

Appearance: Skinny about 5'7 with filthy greasy hair it is obvious Locust is not a very clean person. Skin tight pants, shirt, and a cut up denim vest with the words (A)//(E) written on the back in bold red letters. Has a tattoo of a man holding a flag with a peace symbol in the middle of the flag and under it written is "You can only kill the people you can't kill the idea"

Equipment: A backpack full of random items Locust has found around his city.

Attitude: Shy and too himself not very quick to trust others. Is a very peaceful person and belives violence should only be used as a very last resort.

Backstory: Locust was a happy young boy untill his parents were taken away from him at a young age by men in masks and full kevlar fear. His father and mother were scientist for a large corporation Locust can't recall the name of. When he was 13 Locust left his group home in search of answers for his parents dissaperence. After 4 years of searching Locust has figured out his parents were taken away by The Cradle and fears they are dead.


Locust walked down a dark alley way in search of a place to stay or at least a friendly group of people who would be willing to help him find a nice place to stay.

**OOC** forgive me if this sucks this is my first attempt at RP

[Korkskrew]

"So there I was, and there was this Cradle bitch next to me, smokin' a fag(cigarette), and the prick has the nerve to put it out on neck. I beat the snot outta the bloke and before I knew it a whole gaggle of Cradle wankers were clubbin me wit' nightsticks. This got me a little miffed so I pull out my Berretta here and pop one of the buggers in the skull. The rest of em freak and out run while I laughed, stupid pricks hadn't brought any weapons wit em other den da clubs."
"Jello, I couldn't understand a word you said. Still sounded cool though."
Rookie spoke up.
"Eh, I got a question. Just hypothetical."
"Yeh?"
"Let's say they decided to take every criminal in Europe, chain em up, beat em about for good measure and then ship em off to some god forsaken island with no food or anything. Then fifty years later they came back and were like, "Sup?" Whaddya think they'd say?"
"Gday Mate!" Jello said laughing.
Everyone paused for a moment and let it sink in, then the ship was drowned in hysterical laughter.
"Cradle on the ground! They're roughing up some greasy kid"
"Can the jokes it's ass whooping time!" Jello yelled aloud as he picked up the biggest blunt object he could carry.

[Rookie]

Rookie brought the bomber in low, "This as low as i can get, and if i land, they can blow it up."
"If we circle, we'll make a big target." Poker said.
"We'll have to risk it, if they blow it up, it only means a longer walk." Jello said. Rookie reluctantly put the bomber down and the troop jumped out for combat. The two brothers waited with the plane to gaurd the wounded. "I'll man the .50 cal, you look for a tracking device." Poker said to his brother.

[$tormin]

Yushev unloaded his pistol into the target with every shot going into a vital, high scoring spot.
"Hey, Man. Heard how you did on that slicer ring. Good job, I hear they are planning on bumping you up." Karl Rittsburg came up and spoke as Yushev was turning away from his shooting booth and taking his earmuffs off. "Here's to hoping they don't put you on the Sons of Silence job."
"Actually, Karl, I asked for the SoS file and was turned down. I actually want to be the one to find the Pilgrim and blow his face off. Yeah, if it wasn't for...what the hell was that?" Alarms began to ring through the secruity agency bunker.
Hours later the reason for the alarms was made painfully clear. The Sons of Silence had staged another act of sabotage, detonating a 15kt device in the washington state district refinery complex. Yushev found himself facing down a very angry commander.
"You wanted the sons? You got them! Scans of the nuke showed it was an older model British Ministry of Defense micro-nuke, but none of those should still be functional. Someone's got a centrafuge working. You get time for a medical check-up then you are on the first supersonic across the atlantic."

[Korkskrew]

The bullets were flying as soon as they jumped out of the bomber and before Jello could collect himself everyone was dying. This was a much larger scale than he had seen from above. By the time they had landed the greasy kid had killed one of the cradle and got away. Some more rebels had joined and an enormous gunfight was brewing with explosions and bodies everywhere. Jello looked around him and saw all his buddies on the plane splattered all over the pavement. The brothers and Rookie were lucky they stayed inside.
He vomited and fell over face first. He scrambled to the nearest cover he could find and fumbled through his front pocket. He pulled out a joint and fumbled with it for a few minutes before he finally got it lit, shaking heavily as he took a long hit.
"Ok Sid, calm down, you can do this."
He exhaled and closed his eyes. After several minutes he stood up and ran across the street avoiding heavy machinegun fire as he ducked into a nearby shop. Broken glass flew everywhere but he was too stoned to notice. He broke the back door down and ran down the alleyway to join some rebels in a makeshift fort at an intersection. They were caught in a crossfire and running low on ammo and soldiers.
"Shock troops!" One solider yelled in panic as he was gunned down under a hail of bullets.
"Oi, this has not been a good day."
Jello punctured a nearby barrel of ammonia and rolled it down the hill towards a Cradle blockade. He shot it sending fire and shrapnel everywhere and crippling a cradle vehicle. He then ducked back down and got on the radio.
"Rookie, can you do a fly by? We're getting wasted out here, I think I'm the only one left, wait wait, theres a few others, but they're woudned, I'm cut off and need aerial support."
"I'll what I can man but they have fairly extensive AA down there."
Jello stood and began taking potshots at the Cradle troops as they charged. He had never seen Cradle like these before. They were leaner and wore thinner armor. Not to mention they had no guns, only long swords somewhat like the samurai used. They moved swiftly and were hard to hit as Jello soon found himself face to face with a trio of them. As they cleared the wall he jumped back and fired wildly filling one full of bullets and incapacitating him. The other two split either way and drew his fire. He held his arms akimbo and fired as fast as he could until he heard clicks. Then they charged. He began to reload but was interupted as the first slashed at him. He threw the clip in the air and summersaulted backwards just barely escaping. He caught the clip and slammed it into the gun. He whipped out another clip and slammed it into the second gun and resumed firing. These things weren't regular humans. They blocked the bullets with their blades and were ungodly fast. He shot one in the shoulder but it simply ignored the pain and kep charging. Jello fired several rounds into each of them but they kept coming. He stepped backwards and fell over a cluster of barrels. He closed his eyes and prayed as he waited for the inevitable. However when the inevitable never came for him he opened his eyes again. The Cradle dogs were full of holes and there was Locust, an M60 in his hands.
"Who the hell are you? And give me one good reason why I shouldn't waste you just like them!"
"I'm Jello, and I'm on your side."
"What the hell kind of name is Jello?"
"Jello's name I guess. We'll talk later but this place is fubar, I say we get the hell outta here," he got on the radio,"Rookie, drop into the fort their and pick us up, please don't get shot down."
"You got it Jello."
"The bomber hovered down and the clambered on board as it took off quickly, dodging flak and bullets.

[Korkskrew]

Edit: That was odd, nvm.

[Rookie]

**OOC: Kork, Go to your rules (the very very very 1st post on this thread) post, push edit and slap on the rating on the end. I did that to put the "humorous" on the beginning of my short story thread on the Mighty Pen thread. It should work.

**IC: Jello stumbled on with several others. He saw Jello had been doing his joints again.
"You know, the reason you probably weren't killing them was because you couldn't aim properly cause of that fricken joint."
"I'm telling ya! Those things weren't human! i hit 'em in the shoulders, everything and they didn't die." Jello insisted.
"Well being stoned probably didn't help. No matter what they were a couple head shots should have done the trick." Rookie said turning around and beginning take off again.
He picked up the radio, "This is Rookie calling HQ, we're heading in, we've got the bomber, over."
a few moments later a reply came, "Roger Rookie, how many are left?"
"Not many, we tried to help another man, but there were more Cradle waiting."
There was a longer silence, "Roger that, we'll be waiting."

[Evil_Gondi]

"Gods damn, we need to get you guys some sort of armor or something, you soak up bullets like a sponge." Fate's hand mocked as he treated one of the wounded.
"We'll worry about that later. For now, let's just get back to base safely. Without the trans-thingy, they shouldn't be able to track us."
"I could use a drink."
"We could all use a drink." Poker's stomach growled, "And some lunch."
"Lunch?! It's almost dark!" Exclaimed Jello.
"Just cause I missed the time to eat the meal, doesn't mean I should skip it. It's unhealthy to eat irregularly."
"How the hell do ya stay skinny?"
"Asian."
"That's his excuse for everything." Fate's Hand declared, wagging a scalpel. Poker's stomach growled louder, his vision blurring a little.
"When are you gonna stick me that I.V.?"
"Why don't ya just do it yourself? You seemed to have no problem taking bullets out of yourself."
"You know why."
Fate's Hand let out a sigh, "Pinhead wasn't even that scary."
"Scarier than that thing under your bed!"
"It was going to eat me!"
Everyone that wasn't unconcious started to laugh. Poker smiled under his hood. His plan to lighten the mood has succeeded, for now. Fate's Hand pulled out a packet of B+ blood and duck taped it to Poker upper arm. Taking the needle part of the tube, he stuck it into Poker's arm, whom noticeably winced, and connected it to the blood packet.
"There. Now, if you don't mind, I've got to patch up the rest of these greenies."

[Slarethorn]

"Well, here we are," Drow said, waving his arm dramatically over the room. "Welcome to the HQ of the London branch of the rebel forces."
The room was the main section in what appeared to be a large warehouse on the outside. However, upon entering once discovers that this is merely a cover-up for the gigantic basement below the surface, accessed by a swiveling grandfather clock in the antiques room of the warehouse. Once underground, the base was comprised mostly of the meeting hall, the bedrooms, and a couple small weapon repairs rooms, as well as various closets containing weapons located around the station. The beds doubled as the medical areas, and all meals and meetings were both carried out in the meeting hall. All in all, teh place was pretty much a dump.

"How come you guys are so desperate for lodging? This place barely houses this section of your forces!" Essence exclaimed.

"Uh, Essence," Drow said quietly, "this is all of our forces. This is why the London rebels are doing so poorly."

Essence stared at Drow in disbelief, then gave the room another sweeping glance. "I count less than one hundred men here, most likely closer to fifty! The London regiment used to be one of the most powerful forces in teh entire resistance effort! What in the world happened to you all?!"
As a big, burly man began approaching them, Drow whispered to Essence a mere three words, "We were betrayed."

Before Essence could reply, the man had reached them, and was saying to Drow sharply, "Drow! Bout time you got yourself back here! So, how was your success with finding new members for the force? Another round of nothing, I suppose," the strong-looking man said with a defeated tone.
Drow grinned, something Essence had never seen him do until now. "Believe it or not, Captain, but i actually got one. Captain, meet the newest member of the London resistance: Essence." Drow pattted her on the shoulder, all the while looking at the Captain, eager for what he would say.

The Captain looked Essence over critically for a few moments, tehn finally said, "Essence, huh?"

"Yes sir," Essence replied with a strong tone. "I am prepared to fight against The Cradle to my last breath. I would like nothing more than to be allowed to join your forces, and i can assure you, you will not be dissappointed. Also, i know a bit of medicine, and I noticed..."

Before she could say another word, the Captain exclaimed, "Yahoo! We've been needing another doc round this dump for quite some time since ole Crockpot got nailed in that run on the weapons stash. You got me excited with your determination, kid, but you sold me with your skills. Welcome aboard. I'm Captain."

As Essence shook the man's hand, she said, with a bit of confusion in her voice," You mean that's your codename as well as your station?"

"Yep," Captain said with a merry look in his eye." Makes sense, don't it? I mean, i am the Captain and and all, so tis only fitting that I use it as my codename." Captain shook his head, and said, "Ah, but I'm rambling. Anyway, make yourself comfortable, you can meet some of the other members while i prepare for the meeting tonight. You've already met my Lieutenant, Drow, obviously, but he'll be needing to help me prepare for the meeting."

As Drow walked off, he said over his shoulder, "Welcome to London's Liberators, Essence. You're in for quite a ride." With that, Drow disappeared into a side room, leaving Essence in the common room.

**OOC: I'll put some up later today, I got to go right now, seeing a movie. When i return, I'll begin the bunch of events that get myself and Soria to Liverpool, since every other character is there as well :P .[/code]

[Soria]

Essence shrgged to herself and sat down, pulling out an old medical text book from her backpack she began to read.

[Rookie]

Rookie brought the bomber into the base slowly. They exited and a tall man met them, "Nice work men, this bomber will be of great use to us."
"Too bad it cost us so many." Rookie commented.
"Hows that?" the man asked.
"We lost alot of men trying to save another one."
"Dammit, how many? 5? 10?"
"Closer to 20." Poker said bitterly.
"Twenty?" the man said, "We're losing more all the time! And all we've got is one more girl, although she has some medical experience. But thats not enough!"
"That's why we need to be more careful, and have a better grip on our troops. Jello keeps doing joints in battle, although theres no rule against it here, its impairing him." a wounded man said hobbling on crutches.
"Whats with you yanks bashing me on what i does?" Jello asked.
"We're just concerned." Rookie said walking past, holding his shotgun at his side.

[Soria]

Hearing voices, Essence headed to the front, seeing the wounded group, she cursed softly.

" Alright, the worst off come with me, the rest of you arrange yerselves in order from most wounded to least, and I'll see you when I can." Essence said, turning back inside, the man on crutches hobbling after her.

[Evil_Gondi]

"I hope this base has real medical supplies, my field equipment just isn't cutting it."
"Kept us from bleeding too much."
"Blood pretty much cakes half the bomber."
"It is hard enough to keep spirits high, quit being such a pessismist."
"[i]I'm sorry, but if they get their spirits are too high, they'll be less eager to properly recuperate./i]"
"Bah, whatever. Just throw me my pack so I can go eat something."
"Save some for me, I'm going to see my patients through." Fate's Hand said as he threw his pack to Poker. Amongst his medical supplies was Poker's food. Poker caught the pack deftly and swung it over his shoulder. Turning to Jello, he asked, "Where's the kitchen, if any?"

[Keadaas]

Sorry if this is a little late. Maybe you can fit me in anyway.

Real Name: Erik
Codename: Foxtrot
Appearance: 5'11", a little above averagely muscled, brown or green T-shirt and jeans. Rarely found without a bullet proof vest. Only tatoo is an odd but stern symbol across his back. Light brown close crop hair and blue green eyes.
Equipment: Backpack of varying ammunitions. Almost every mission he includes an SMG, the exception sniper missions, where he can be very efficient. A loop on the backpack holds an 18 inch scimitar. One pistol and holster on hip, and two 4 inch knives on light combat boots. Lastly he carries items to set traps and snares, since he had some proficiency in it.
Attitude: Untrusting to all but a well known few. He's the guy you can ask for covering fire, deadly accuracy, or trap/snare setting - versitile.
Backstory: Snipers of a group known as The Cradle picked off his father who worked as a CIA intel agent. His mother was captured and held for rediculous ransom. She was mailed back brutally dismembered, part by part.
Sorry if it's no good. Its my first try at RP

[Korkskrew]

"You kiddin? The closest thing we got to a kitchen is dat bon fire out back. I can show ya if you'd like."
"Guess it's better than nothing. I hate eating cold food."
"Better than some things I've been forced to eat. Anywho I'll show yah da big fire. It's nice and toasty in these damn English winters."

[$tormin]

The hypersonic landed at the airfield at one of The Cradle's military bases.
"So, this is britain? Horrible weather, high radioactivity, bad food and people too dumb to give up and live." Yushev Krusnetsuv got off the ramp amid the high security. From the plane he could see that everything within a mile or two of the base had been burned and flattened, and everything except for the roads had been heavily mined and barb-wired.
Yushev went straight into the waiting armored car to head directly to his quarters. Hopefully after a shower and a few hours of sleep he would be used to the smell.

[Soria]

Essence finished patching up the lad in crutches and waited. It seemed like forever, and no else came to her. Sighing, Essence filled her bubble pipe, she like to blow bubbles, and with the real looking pipe, the look on peoples faces was priceless, and opened up her text book again.

[Evil_Gondi]

Poker retrieved a large sheet of metal and held it over the "big" fire in an attempt to sterilize it. After a few moments he wiped off the soot. Reaching into his pack, he pulled out a pair of oven mitts and a slab of meat in a plastic bag. The meat was covered in various spices, ranging from onion to oregano. Poker placed the meat on the hopefully sterilized sheet of metal. Putting on the oven mitts, he held the sheet of metal over the fire again.
"I hope the mitts don't catch fire. Again."
The smell permeating from the meat was wonderous. A few of the rebels started to gather. They all eyed him hungerly.
"This is worse than my mitts catching fire. All right, I'll share, damn, now I'm gonna have to start stealing food."

[Soria]

Essence smelled the food, but resisted. She had no right taking over people's meat. Pulling out some jerky from her pocket she munched on it.

[Rookie]

Rookie sat down on his bed and jacked an empty shell from the chamber. "Forgot about that..." he commented. An intercom beep signaled a message was about to be relayed. He looked to the speaker.
"All personel report to briefing room immedietly. I repeat, all personel report to the briefing room immedietly."
Rookie reloaded his shotgun, laid it down and followed the short line of people to the room of chairs. Rookie remembered when every chair would be filled, but now, very few were filled.

"Alright men." Captain said getting up front. "We've recieved some intell from our spies, that the Cradle may have found the location of this base. We're going to have to move to a better location. We have to stay in the area to complete the overall mission in this area, but we can't be near here."
"Well thats just dandy. Where can we go then?" one asked.
"Some scouts suggest an area on the outskirts, but we need somebody to thoroughly scout out the area. Better yet, a small team." Captain said.
"I can go." Rookie said standing up.
"Good, anybody else?"

[Evil_Gondi]

Poker walked nonchalantly into the briefing room, a small chunk of meat in his mouth.
"Sharing again?"
Poker grunted affirmatively hand tore off a chunk for Fate's Hand. Poker swallowed the small bit of meat he had left and moved his hood back under his mouth.
"I'll go. I can map out the place."
"Then I guess I have to go to make sure he doesn't break somebody."

[$tormin]

"The work here has been pretty goddamn sloppy! No updated intel work and hell they managed to get a BOMBER hidden away??!! A worse bunch of retards I have never encountered." Yesterday sighed and rubbed his forehead. "You slobs are going to do a sweep of these sections of the city." He pointed to the marked areas on the wall map with a laser. "Pick up anyone without reason to be there, if there is even the SIGN of trouble you will shoot to kill. If you meet armed resistance you will keep them pinned down and call in one of our chopper gunships or an artillery strike."

[Slarethorn]

Drow paced the room, a worried expression on his face. "Something's up, Captain. The raids on our hideouts stopped over a month ago, and no one's been captured since. I think The Cradle's got something up their sleeve, and they're just waiting to drop the bomb on us. You know who's with them," Drow said with a serious expression, "and she [/i]can[i] find us."

Captain sighed and held his head in his hands. In a low voice, he said, "Yes, Drow, I know. It's not if she will find us....it's when." Drow's looked at Captain and nodded sorrowfully.

Suddenly, the door to Captain's office burst open, and one of the scouts stood in the doorway, panting. "Captain..Lieutenant Drow.....The Cradle are searching the block for rebel hideaways, and they're burning all the buildings when they're finished! We need to get the hell out of here! I don't know how they found us, but they're only three buildings away, and the leader is getting impatient, as if she seems like she already knows where she's headed."

Both Drow and Captain froze. Captain managed to say, "Did you say 'she', Foxtrot? As in the leader is a woman?"

Foxtrot gave his commander a puzzled look, then answered sharply, "Yes sir, the person who appears to be in charge of the operation is indeed female. Around 5' 10", white, blond hair. She seems to be enjoying her work just a little too much, even for a Cradle, if that helps at all."

Drow sighed. The description Foxtrot had just given confirmed his fears. The Cradle did indeed know where they were. This was no random search.

"Yes, thank you, Foxtrot, that helps immensly. Now, go spread the word around the base. Send people through the exits in groups of four, and make for the city gates. We have no choice; we have to abandon the London rebellion." Foxtrot nodded and ducked out the door.

Captain shot out of his chair and stood before Drow, looming, his face twisted with fury. "How can you even suggest such a thing? We must continue our struggle here! Losing this city to us would be one of the biggest possible blows to The Cradle we could possibly deal! For crying out loud, it's the third most defended city in the world behind D.C. and Bejing! I will not leave this city to fall back into Cradle's complete control!"

Drow sat calmly before the fuming Captain, waiting for him to finish his tirade. When he had finally stopped ranting, Drow replied, "Captain, we are out of known hideouts. We would have to send scouts to search and uncover a new base, and in the meantime we would have over fifty rebels living on the streets. How do you suppose we hide them all? Split up? Scatter amongst the various alleys and backlots of London? And even then, how would we contact them all once we did get ahold of a new HQ? Face it, Captain....the London Liberators are through."

Captain hung his head in sadness. with a heavy sigh, he said, "I suppose your're right, Drow. Go on, tell the troops we're leaving, and begin organizing the evacuation."

Drow headed for the door. As he reached it, he paused, then turned back to Captain, saying, "It's not your fault, Captian. If anything, it's mine for coming with her."

"There was nothing we could do, Drow. No one is to blame. She made the choide of her own free will. I just don't know why." Captain began to collect his things from his desk slowly, the reluctance in him easily evident. Drow headed out the door.

He saw Essence standing in the middle of the main hall, glancing around in confusion. He ran over to her, shouting her name urgently. Seeing him approach, she hurried over to meet him.

"What in the world is happening, Drow? Everyone's in a panic, and they're all saying that The Cradle is coming! Is this true?"

With a hard look on his face, he nodded."It is so. The Cradle have finally tracked us down to our final hiding place. We are leaving London for good. Get your things." Essence nodded and rushed off to collect her supplies.

Drow noticed Foxtrot over in the corner, herding people through the clock exit. He headed over ot him, pulled him aside, and said, "When the time comes to escape, you and I shall be escaping together, along with Essence and two others, anyone we can fit. I have a vehicle hidden down by the northern exit of the city. We can use it to escape. Meet me and Essence at the meat market exit in half an hour, got it?"

Foxtrot nodded, then frowned and said, "What about Captain? How's he going to escape?"

Drow looked him in the eyes a moment, then said, "A captain alwasy goes down with his ship, even if there's room on the lifeboats." Foxtrot was left with his thoughts as Drow stalked off to prepare his own supplies.

HALF AN HOUR LATER....

Captain sat in his office, all alone in the rebel headquarters. A pair of handguns sat on the desktop in front of him, fully loaded and within arm's reach. Drow had taken Essence and Foxtrot with him to head for his hidden vehicle not thirty seconds ago and would most likely run into some of The Cradle's goons. Captain hoped nothing bad happened to any of them, especially that Essence kid. She was so young....

He heard an explosion come from the direction of the manhole entrance to the base. The Cradle had finally arrived, and she would undoubtedly be at the head of it.

Amidst the chaos of the noisy desrtuction of the base, one sound stood out in Captain's mind: the heavy sound of a pair of boots walking in the direction of his office. He stood up, ready to face the cause of his rebellion's downfall.

The door burst off its hinges. Standing in its place was a young woman, no more than 25 years old. She had long, flowing blonde hair draped across her shoulders, and stuning blue eyes. All in all, she would have been considered beautiful if not for teh disgusting sneer she wore on her face.

She was garbed in full-on combat armor, with a pair of tough boots on her feet. In her left hand she carried an automatic rifle, which she held at her side at ease, as if she felt no threat was evident. Her right hand was empty. However, on it she wore a metallic gauntlet that reached to the middle of her forearm. It had a vial of odd looking green liquid attached to the top, and a small nozzle was affixed to the palm of the glove. This hand she had out in front of her, palm facing up, as if she was waiting to be given something.

Captain, holding his pistols in front of him, Captain spoke with a voice of utter hate and revulsion. He spoke his words slowly, drawing out every syllable as he did so.

"So, you have returned," Captain said with menace. "You cannot know how much it will please me to be able to extinguish the life of the one who betrayed us."

The woman laughed with a bright, cheery voice. "Captain, you were always a fool, thinking you were better than all others. If at lest i did not manage to destroy your entire pathetic force, I have indeed caused the downfall of your weak rebel team. And now, i get a treat," she said with a glimmer of darkness in her eyes. "I can remove you personally."

"You may have me, but Drow has escaped," Captain said with a smirk. "You shall never find him, and I know he is the one you truly want. He will be invaluable to the rebels elsewhere, and he will see to your demise. You have lost your prize, Echo, and this failure will come back to kill you."

"I have succeeded in my mission, old one. The London Liberators are through. And one more thing," Echo said, leaning towards Captain, "I am no longer the weak rebel Echo. I am the Cradle commander, Drider, bane of the resistance."

Captian swung his pistols in front of him, preparing to fire pont blank into Drider's face. Before he could even get them to level, Drider had brought her right arm up ot his face. She clenched her fist, then suddenly opened it. The soldiers behind her saw nothing more than Captian fall to the ground and agony, clutching his face and moaning, and heard no more than a fould hissing noise as whatever it was began to attack his skin.

Drider walked out of the room. "Set bombs in the four corners of the main hall, three in each. Whatever you have left pile in the center. When we're half a mile away, flip teh switch. The London Liberators are dissolved, their leader has fallen, and nearly every last one of them captured of killed. Our mission is a success."

As she boarded her car to head back to her plade of command, Drider whispered to herself, "You shall be mine, Drow. You shall pay for what has been done ot me."

Five minutes later, half the city of London was in flames. The rebellion here was over.

OOC: I'll post a bio for Drider a little later, got tihngs to do as of now. Either of you guys feel free to do whatever with where the three of us go from here, though I'm suspecting you'll want to be headed for Liverpool. :D

[Rookie]

**OOC: I'm beggining to like Slarethorn :) , nice post.

**IC: Rookie, Jello, Poker Joe, and Fate's Hand snuck around the street as the city erupted into flame. Non-organized rebellions were staging fights in the streets, but the main rebellion force, them, were fleeing to attempt an uprising in Liverpool. The bomber had been rigged to explode if any attempted to take it back.
"Damn, where the bloody hell we go now?" Jello asked leaning against a building.
"Liverpool i expect, thats the closest place where a rebellion is taking place." Fate's said.
"I don't have a problem with that." Rookie said.
"Me neither." Jello agreed.
"Lets get going then, we have to move fast and silently. The Cradle is probably sweeping the city by the looks of it." Poker said adjusting his bag.
Rookie checked his shotgun to make sure it was fully loaded. And then followed the others.

[Korkskrew]

The four men walked quietly on the streets meticulously scanning the area for Cradle or otherwise.
"Ya know, Liverpool used to be my home. Helluva football team. I remember me and me boys would go out every weekend and watch the boys practice. I miss those days, now I got nothing. No friends, no house, no money, no family."
"You have the rebellion, we're all your friends man, we're your family. We're the ones who will be fighting and dying right next to you."
"Nah, none of you yanks are gonna be dying, I'll make sure of that."

[Evil_Gondi]

"Y'know, I remember a buddy of mine from Liverpool. Said he had an underground club, big enough to fit a small army in it."
"Where was it?"
"In the sewers, for confidential reasons."
"Lead the way brother, it can't be that bad."
"I only know that it exists, it could be anywhere in the sewers of Liverpool."
"Then we better get started."

[Keadaas]

ooc* impressive post slay, glad you brought me into the story. a little short on time so ill be quick.*

Foxtrot lay in some covering bushes, peering around for Drow and Essence. He had taken the foreward and decided to wait for them to catch up and they could make a break for it.
" He'd better have that vehicle hidden well," he whispered out loud.
He considered his SMG and some of the Cradle soldiers in the street, but dismissed ideas of engagement. He looked back out again and saw a couply of hazy figures picking their way from shop to shop. One had more weapons than you could shake a stick at, and the other had a baseball bat.
He raised one eyebrow and decided on a spot he could meet them without Cradle detection, and crept toward the edge of cover.

[Soria]

Essence followed Drow, keeping her eyes open for Foxtrot.

" My first day and we get blown up. Bloody hell I must be bad luck."

" No, it was only a matter of time before they found us, not your fault" Drow assured.

[Slarethorn]

OOC: It's a little late so I'll just post the bio, then get back to the story tomorrow. Thanks for the compliments guys, glad you enjoyed it.

Name: Melissa Cathera

Former Codename: Echo

Cradle codename: Drider

Appearance: 5'10", long blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, always a stern expression on her face, unless she is facing an opponent, in which case she has a playful look on her face. Always dresses in full combat armor and boots for maximum potential in battle.

Weapons: Drider, being a commander in The Cradle's organization, has access to literally any weapon in The Cradle's arsenal, from automatic rifles to bazookas. She does have one unique weapon, the metal glove she wears on her right hand. The glove extends halfway up her forearm and has places to load up to four vials of the strange green liquid that is the glove's ammunition. No one is sure what exactly the chemical is, but based on what it does to its victims it is assumed that it is a form of superpowered acid.

Backstory: Drider was formerly a member of the rebel forces in London, going by the codename Echo. One of the resistance's top agents, she was equal in skill to Drow, and the two quickly became partners on missions. When one mission turned foul, Echo was captured by Cradle soldiers, whereas Drow managed to escape. Once she was taken to the questioners, Echo resisted their brutal attempts for months, but after two years of torturous treatment, she caved in and began telling the Cradle many of the rebellion's various hideouts throughout the city.

One of the head generals of Cradle, Victor Norsacoff, was intruiged by the prospect of transforming Echo into a fierce Cradle soldier. Based on the reports from the men present at her kidnapping, he knew her to be quite capable in combat. He took her aside and began slowly filling her head with lies, telling her that the rebellion was wrong and her so-called "friends" cared nothing for her. After all, if they did, would they not have attempted a rescue? Bit by bit, Echo began to believe him more and more, and was eventually beguiled into becoming a soldier in the Cradle's massive army.

Echo rose in rank quickly, and was a commander in a matter of months. Her head filled with lies, yet part of her not completely believing them, she began her assault on the London rebels. Due to her extensive knowledge of all that happens within their organization, Echo was greatly successful in ferretting out many rebel hideouts, and was often responsible for single-handedly uncovering a rebel base.

All the while she questioned the morals of her actions, remembering that the people she was aiding to kill were once her comrades in arms.

Another part of her reminded her that they never cared about her, and never tried to rescue her, and that they were nothing but unhappy, immature people unwilling to accept the easy, carefree life the Cradle offered them.

A third part of her was aware of all that had happened to her, and was horrified at what she had been twisted into. This part of her mind blamed both Captain and Drow for this having happened to her: Captain for not ordering a rescue attempt, and Drow for not saving her during her capture, and it was upon him whom she laid the majority of the blame.

Mad and confused, Echo relied on the one thing she had to guide her in her new life: her position as a Cradle commander. She renamed herself Drider, for a drider was a drow turned evil. However, there was a second meaning to her name, for in ancient lore, a drider is what a drow became if they failed their test of worthiness. And to her, Drow had most certainly failed his: the test to save her.

OOC: Whew, a bit of backstory, eh?

[Korkskrew]

"Well I'm not anti-everything, everything's anti-me, when I get pushed, I shove back, and they call me crazy!"
"Huh? Why are you singing?"
"Dunno, felt appropriate. If you guys don't mind Im gonna take a hoot."
Jello pulled out another joint and lit it.
"You guys want some? Great for calming you down."
"Nah, don't touch the stuff." Poker said shaking his head.
"Dammit Jello! Give me that!"
Rookie grabbed it and stomped it into the ground.
"Oi! You know how hard it is to get good pot in this day and age!"
"You have more important things to attend to, like that Cradle truck right down the street looking right at us! Crap get down!"
Jello quickly drew his pistols and shot 2 rounds off killing the driver and gunner with a head and neck shot. About a dozen troops piled out the back and opened fire. Jello quickly rolled to the left and joined Rookie.
"Poker, Fate, you guy's stay here and try to stall them, Rookie, follow me and be quiet!"
The two of them snuck up a fire escape while the brothers took pot shots at the approaching Cradle.
Rookie and Jello ran across roof tops and jumped from building to building until Jello jumped down a fire escape.
"We'll get the wankers in a crossfire."
"Take out the far guard, I'll shank the closer one."
Jello ran up and stuck his knife right threw the mans neck while Rookie knocked the other unconcious with a blow from his rifle.
"Cover me while I get on this gun."
Jello position himself on the heavy machinegun while Rookie lobbed a grenade. It exploded and the Cradle scattered leaving behind two bodies. Jello opened up and the rest were eradicated in a bloody crossfire.
"Well now that my agression is gone, let's jack this truck and drive to Liverpool, we'll pick up others on the way. It's a shame about London. I was still pissed when they turned Big Ben into a citadel."
"Yah I didn't see that coming." Rookie laughed.

[Evil_Gondi]

**OOC: Quite. Oh, and to those that we may have not included in our small menagerie, don't stop posting. Have your charactes do stuff, find better stuff, etc. I believe that is why many of the other posters in the RPT left early in the beginning.
Don't see it as us leaving you behind, see it as us letting you do something better than we did and earning our rightful hatred... I mean respect.

IC:

Jello and Rookie sat in the front while Poker Joe and Fate's Hand sat in the back.
"I'm tired of sitting back while the others have fun."
"Don't say that. You scare me when you say that. Last time you said that, you came back with your guts spilling on the floor."
"It was worth it."
"It's not going to be worth it when you die."
"So what if I die? I'm only one man. Our race will continue."
"If you see things in such a broad aspect, then why do you care so much about our family's death? Our race will still thrive without them!"
"I don't want your children to be raised under those fascists. They enjoyed killing our family, destroying our lives. Do you want our race's future to be like them?"
Fate's hand was silent for awhile.
"Marcus... why do you enjoy killing them so? Is it revenge?"
"No Andy. You still remember my birthday?"
"December 13, so?"
"That is the day the devil was born. I think I may be tainted."
"Don't say that, it is just foolish prophecy. You're not even religious."
"No, but I think bad things constantly. Evil things. I almost killed you out of anger."
"I would have killed you if you had impregnated my girlfriend. I find that mercy."
"No, I wanted to kill you because I wanted to see fear in your eyes. I wanted to hear you scream in pain. I'm scared I won't be able to control myself one of these days."
"Marcus, please, be rational. Your psyche has probably just created another persona to help deal with all the fighting, all you've lost. You've just gone crazy Marcus, it is nothing to worry about."
Fate's Hand embraced his brother in a hug.
"If I lose it...if I kill our comrades, I want you to put a bullet through my head."
"Nonsense. We'll release you into the Cradle headquarters for you to kill everyone you want. I'm pretty sure when everyone in there is dead that you'll come back to your senses."
Poker ended the embrace and held Fate at arm's length.
"Fine, but if I'm stilll crazy, shoot me. None of this trying to save me bullcrap."
"Deal."

Up in the front.

"Sounds like they're done arguing."
"Good, I was about to turn this thing around."

[$tormin]

The roundup was fairly sucessful, the action against a major base had flushed a lot of targets out of hiding and Yesterday quickly swooped many of them up. Where there was resistance, high explosive rockets and chaingun fire from the gunships kept the Cradle forces from being locked down.
"Sir, what is tha..." One of the soldiers pointed at a corner of a wall with a chalk drawing on it.

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"GET US THE HELL OUT OF HERE!" Yushev yelled as he dove into the APC. The world exploded around the squad as the mines detonated, destroying the tank that was leading and leaving the IFV in the rear a burning wreck.
"Zone is hot!" A tech yelled as his geiger counter suddenly went into the red. The explosives in the mines had been laced with radioactives.
The APC's co-axel machinegun opened up as hidden rocket launchers fired and the second APC exploded in a ball of flame. The heavy warmachine kicked into gear as it went through a corner of the building ahead to go around the wreck of the tank and out of the killzone.

[Rookie]

Rookie steered past the Cradle soldiers. "Lucky these windows are tinted and they can't see Fate and poker 'eh?" Jello commented.
"Yeah, they think we're one of them. But its only a matter of time until the word gets out this truck is missing." Rookie said.
"We'll be the hell outta here by then." Jello said calmly about to take a hit.
"Dammit Jello, you seen somebody who's been on that for only a couple months!? they can't think straight and can barely walk a straight line. The Cradle are either going to light you up, or that crap is going to drag you down until you can't live without it."
Jello looked down at it a moment.
"There's the road that's going to take us out of here."

[Coffee]

Kieran sifted through the ruins of what had been his home, lamenting the loss of Dearshul and Madadh.

Coffee shouted as he awoke.
He looked around in utter confusion, for a few moments, at the darkness that surrounded him. He took out a flashlight to help him get his bearings and saw the tunnel behind him had collapsed not ten yards from where he stood. "I guess that's what knocked me out" he thought to himself. "Well, not much left of my prescious servers now. At least I squeezed off one more surprise for their I.T. folks. '*Jolly Roger' should be going off right about..." looks at his watch "now."

{OOC}*Jolly Roger is what he named the time bomb virus he sent before abandoning his servers.{/OOC}

[Slarethorn]

Drider sat alone in her room, her twisted mind playing the day's events over and over in her head, constantly being viewed by the three parts of her mind. She saw herself killing Captain. The angry part flared, and she said to herself, stupid rebels, why don't they just accept our rule, instead of being so resilient and unaccepting? At the same time, the sympathetic part of her thought, why have I done such a thing? Captain was my commander, my leader, one of the best men I have ever known! Why in the world did I kill him? He was my friend....

Instantly the vengeful side raged, he betrayed us! We were captured and he did absolutely nothing to save us! What sort of friend is that? He deserved to die. It's just a pity Drow wasn't there with him, he's who we really want.

The image flashed to the bombing of the buidling, and the entire area around it bursting into flames. The sympathy once again spoke: see? This was wrong! We were figthing for a cause we believed in, and we betrayed them! Whatever have we become!

The angry and vengeful sides both assaulted her sympathetic mind. The angry said, silence! They deserved what we did for what they do to the peaceful people of this planet. They are nothing more than a bunch of insane terroists. They must be extuinguished. At the same time, the vengeful said, and besides, they did not care about us, they did not help us, they made no attempt to save us. Drow must die for what he let happen. Now be silent! With a final wail of angush, the sympathetic part of her mind fled.

A slight knock on the door disturbed her thoughts. Drider sat up on her bed with a start. Touching her cheek, she felt it was slightly damp. Walking over to her mirror, she realized she had been crying while reminiscing over her actions. She thought to herself, this weakness is embarrassing. I must try harder to repress these foolish feelings, or they shall impair my abilities as a commander.

"Enter," she said to the unknown visitor.

The door opened to reveal one of her lieutenants. He stood at attention, saluted sharply, and said, "Commander Drider ma'am, I hate to interrupt you during your time of relaxation, but I thought you should hear this news. The Cradle has just brought in a new commander from outside the country, by the codename Yesterday. He is equal to you in rank, and has control of a force roughly equal to yours, so I thought you might want to know."

"You said roughly. Which of us has more men?" Drider asked her officer. "He does, Commander, by a mere five men. Not enough to really give him an edge, should the two of you come into conflict."

Drider waved a dismissive hand. "I seek no competition with other officers, so long as they do their job and let me do mine. I know my targets, and I know my duties. However, if this Yesterday chap decides to try and steal my work, he may find he's in for quite a surprise," Drider exclaimed mildly, a small smile on her face. "Thank you for the update, lieutenant. I'll meet with this newcomer later on today. With any luck, we won't know each other long; I expect we'll be sent elsewhere soon, what with the destruction of the London rebels coming to pass." The lieutenant saluted and marched out the door.

Drider laid back down on the bed, once again alone with her memories.

[Keadaas]

Foxtrot grew weary, and chances were slim that Drow and Essence would make it to him. He fumbled with weights and counterbalanced some chains. He tossed a rock out of the bushes, which caught a patroller's attention. He walked over to inspect, but stepped through the chain loop, and soon found he was behind the bushes and snared. He saw the gleam of a blade, and then a bright, bright light.

Foxtrot hurried with bandages and leaves, even his backpack, to stop the rapid bloodflow. Nobody else could see the forming pool around his hiding spot. The blood flow was soon stemmed, though, and Foxtrot could collect what he was really after, a small pouch with 3 smoke grenades in it. He fumbled for his two-way radio and said as quietly as possible to Drow, "Now you tell me where our getaway is, and I'll get us a path."

edit: added ooc
*OOC* Slare, I need some more to work off of!*

[$tormin]

Yushev sat on the examination table as the doctor went over the test results. Though he had been close when the radioactivity was released, he had gotten sealed up in time to keep from getting a dangerous dose. He would have to go through further checkups and take cancer meds just in case though.
Sgt. Aarons entered as he had been asked, to report on the situation in this country.Giving a quick gist of what was in the full report, he awaited Kuznetsuv's response.
"Whoever is in charge here is either an idiot or a traitor. The last reports that were sent in said with complete certainty that there was no Sons of Silence activity in the london area, just mostly local rag-tag bands. Send word to special investigations to have Ms. Cathera audited. Also, pass word around. Tell everyone to keep an eye out for discipline breakdowns amongst the rank-and-file. Just from what I have heard this last day, I suspect there are agents infiltrated amongst her command."
"It will be done, sir."

[Rookie]

Rookie stood alongside the road cursing. A random nail in the road had given them a flat tire and now they were stuck.
"Looks like we'll have to walk." Jello said.
"Can't go down the road, they'll recognize us by our clothing." Fate said.
"True, we'll have to cut through the woods." Rookie said.
"Great, a bloody excursion with bloody nature." Jello said.
**OOC: That's all i've got.
with whats going on, its like i've got Writers speed bump or something. I've got short little ideas, but its slow and theres a bunch of them.

[Korkskrew]

The group had been walking for hours and the constant chattering of mutated squirrels and birds was obviously having ad adverse affect on Jello.
"I swear to god the next thing that makes a noise I'm going to shoot it so many times the mortician will retire!"
"Chirp." One of the green birds in the trees sounded almost mockingly.
Jello proceeded to unload an entire clip of ammunition into the small birds body.
"Dude! I thought you were kidding."
"I hate birds."
"That seems like a great reason to waste all your ammo on a ROBIN!"
"Meh..."
Jello walked out in front humming tunes from the 60's while everyone walked behind him, baffled at his behavior.
"Jello, I gotta ask. Are you insane?"
"Am I insane Rookie? Maybe we're all a litte insane... I know I am."
This caused the entire group to burst into laughter and lightened their spirits.

[Rookie]

**OOC: Oooh, green robins, and fanged squirells, part of this radioactive future.
**IC: Rookie put on a pair of head phones, but kept it low so he could still hear around him.
"Whatcha listening to there, Rookie?" Poker asked.
"AC/DC, nothing beats some rock n' roll from the 80's."
"You know, i was thinking..." Jello said.
"Uh-oh." Rookie said.
"Maybe the Cradle heard the gunshots?"
A shot was fired and the bullet whizzed by and struck a tree.
"I think that may be a possibility. Run!" Rookie yelled.

[Evil_Gondi]

"Screw that! I'm tired of running!"
A bullet shot straight through Poker's neck.
"Doesn't look like you have much of a choice now. Come on, you can kill more later."
Poker growled and followed suit.

**OOC: I've hit a block.

[Trumble]

Liverpool Base of rebel operations- 3 am

The guard on duty was smoking a cigarete in his fox hole. The warm weather coupled with the rain had left a huge fog that driftd around his make shift bunker. It was eerie. The guard shuddered and flicked out his smoke.

It had been very quiet, but he was staying alert. Intell had come through that the London faction hd been totaly rooted out, and that the remains may be coming to Liverpool looking for shelter.

The base here was one of the strongest pockets of resistance in the world. Not in man power, but in technolodgy and organization. They kept a tight shift, for this reason they had survived where many places, like London, had been decimated.

The guardsmen sat up quickly, did he just see a glint of metal? Now their was nothing. The fog rolled into his port holes like smoke. Then he saw movement again. He got on his radio. "Tango-One, this is Beta-Niner, we may have company".

Then he saw it. Or, didn't see it. Rather he saw a huge shape that wasn't realy there. It was if the fog and light drizzle were being diverted by a large something. There was even a shadow on the ground.

Troops poored out of the camp twords his position. When they arrived they too saw the anomoly.

Suddenly a huge machine materialized out of the mist. Nearly 18 gun barrels, rocket launchers, and huge pinchers were looming infront of them mennancingly. A hatch opened and a recording began to play.

"Gentlemen. Some aquaintences of mine will be ariving soon from London, accept this as a house warming gift. It is a secret prototype exosceleton with stealth capabilitys being developed by Cradle. Fortunatly their isn't a system on earth I can't hack into. This machine uses light diversion to absorb the visual spectrum of humans, and has anti tank, air, and infantry capabilitys. It is probably the most amazing peice of hardware I have ever seen, and I donate it now to the Liverpool rebels. This theft will set Cradle back nearly 11 months. I may be asking a favor of you in the near future, be sure to remember this sign of good will. It is not up for nogotiation, do not cross me."

As if to drive this point home, the machine reared up and armed nearly 30 different weapons, stood their in the fog like a juggernaut from Hades for a few seconds, then disarmed, slumped forward, and shut down.

The tape recorder in the cockpit fizzeld with sparks, burning holes into the apolstry.

The guards murmered, "Tayo."

[Keadaas]

edited for confusion with trumble

[Coffee]

Coffee clambered down the tunnel and through it's camouflaged exit in the woods northwest of London.

"The others will either be making towards Liverpool or Glasgow. Liverpool's closer, so I'll head there first.

Coffee pulled some dried beef out of his pack and chewed on it as he plodded northwest, towards Liverpool.

[Trumble]

Tayo sighed as his connection to the C-189 Stealth Mech Prototype was severed for ever. He had hoped to use it himself to aid the London base, but he had arrived to late.

The city was in flames, and every few minutes a Watertank would scream by his street, blasting out warnings to residents that were either dead or fleeing.

Tayo had decided to send the Mech to Liverpool. Several of it's weapon systems were inoperable due to the fact that it was still in production when he had hacked into it, but he knew it still cut quite a imposing image. Hopefully the tech heads out there would realize only a few of the weapon systems were operational before doing something outrageous with it.

Still, he thought that they could use it to bolster their defenses, and the leadership was compitent enough to keep it from falling into a single persons hands. This was a gift to the cause, not a single person.

When the power was cut, his signal was lost, and it was out of his hands now. They better use it to keep what happened here from happening again.

His main concern now was getting the hell out of dodge. Cradle brass will be going nuts over the theft, and they will want blood. More then ever before Tayo was in danger of being found.

He began tinkering with his parting gift to Cradle, "I only need a few more days" he thought aloud.

And still the city burned.

[Coffee]

"No, I'm not defending them!" Kieran exclaimed. I'm just saying that, whatever changes we make, we should make legally, within the system! Those bastards got voted into office, and by God we can vote them out, can't we?"
"It's not that simple," persisted Dearshul. "Elected or not, we have a moral obligation to act in whatever way possible. Madadh recognized this."
"Yes he did. And within a week of him joining these 'rebels' I was mourning the death of my son. Will you join and get killed too?"
"I most certainly will join, but I have no plans for dying."
"I can't let you do this. There are other ways of fighting back. Maybe we-"
"He was my son too damnù! Do you think I miss him less than you? These Cradle sassnachs killed my son and I will be damned if I do nothing! Those elections are rigged! Nothing we can do there! I'm joining the rebels in Edinburgh! Either you come with me or stay here!"

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Kieran woke up with the grey dawn, still several hours from Liverpool. The campfire was out and already cold. "Well, if I know the others they should be passing this way pretty soon. Guess I should have something waiting for them...they'll be hungry."

Coffee took his M-16, set it on single fire, and went looking for something to eat.

[Slarethorn]

"The vehicle is hidden in a covering of metal scraps, just west of the northern exit of the city. You where I'm talking about?" Drow whispered into the radio urgently. Essence squatted beside him, hurriedly bandaging his right arm, which had caught a Cradle bullet.

Foxtrot's voice came back over the radio, saying, "Yeah, i know where you're talking about. Okay then, here's what I'm gonna do. I got three smokies off this dead guard here. That should be enough to cover our run to the car."

Drow surveyed the path to the jeep, then replied, "Alright then. I'll lob a grenade away from the jeep to cause a minor distraction, then me and Essence will start to run for it. You're closer to the Cradle guys than we are, so use the first smokie soon after you emerge from the bushes. Use the second one when we're all at the jeep. Hold onto the third, I have a plan for it."

"Got it," Foxtrot answered. "Foxtrot out."

Drow tucked the radio behind his belt and yanked off a grenade. He turned to Essence, who was still fixing up his arm, and said, "Almost done? We'll be needing to move out soon."

"Yep, just finished," she said. "I'll patch it better once we're on the road, but it should hold for now."

Drow nodded, not entirely listening. Peeking out from behind the bushes, he took stock of the guards' positions, took aim, and heaved the grenade as high and as far as he could over their heads. A few seconds passed, then there was a loud explosion, and the sound of feet running towards the noise. Drow leaped up from behind the bushes, grabbed Essence by the arm, and made a break for the jeep. Off to his right, he saw the smoke begin to rise up off the ground, and he could vaguely make out a figure running through it.

When he reached the area where the jeep was hidden, he immediately began yanking off the metal plates he had stacked on top of it in order to conceal its prescence. After a few moments, it was revealed: A Jeep Grand Cherokee (only type i could think up), still in perfect working condition. It had been souped up over the years, before The Cradle had managed to take complete control of the world, adn was therefore able still able to manage an acceptable top speed.

Essence hopped in the passenger side front seat and began arranging for their departure while Drow waited for Foxtrot to approach. As the figure began to emerge from the haze, Drow said, "Hurry up Foxtrot, quit draggin yer feet! We gotta get outta here!"

The figure stopped, turned around, and shouted, "They're over here!! Surround them!"

Drow cured as he realized his mistake. Drawing his tanto blade at his left hip, he lunged for the man while his back was turned. As the man turned back, reading his rifle, Drow slashed viciously at his jugular. The tanto sliced clear through ihs windpipe, and the soldier dropped to the floor, gasping. Drow leaned forward and quickly stabbed him in the heart, giving the blade a twist before pulling it out. He was about to start up the jeep when he heard a click behind him.

"Alright, you rebel trash, drop your little sword there and lie flat on the floor, and nobody gets hurt....maybe." The soldier chuckled. Drow dropped his tanto and kneeled on the pavement. The soldier grumbled, then said, "I said on the ground!" He stepped forward, preparing to strike Drow with the butt of his rifle, but Drow beat him to the punch. Silently drawing one of his throwing knives from his bracer, he whirled, intending to fling it into the man's skull. Before he could react, however, he heard a loud gunshot, and stnading behind the man was Foxtrot, holding his gun to the place in the air where the soldier's head had been.

"Bout time you showed up, man, what happened?" Drow asked impatiently as he retrieved his tanto off the ground. He wiped the blade on one of teh guard's uniforms, then replaced it in its sheath.

"One of the smokies was delayed in releasing, so i got caught out in the open. I had to take a longer route to get here, and even so i had a tussle with another guard in the process." He pointed to his forehead, which was dripping slowly down his face. "It's just a flesh wound, but it was enough to slow me a little, as i had to keep wiping blood off my face. And besides, I just saved your stinkin life, you could at least be grateful!"

Drow held out his throwing knife. "See this? I was gonna bury this thing in the guy's skull, and it would've made a whole hell'va lot less noise than that boomstick ya got there."

Essence cried from the jeep, "Uh, hello? The soldiers obviously headrd that gunshot, and the first guard yelled out to them, so let's strap up and GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!"

Drow climbe into the driver's seat, and Foxtrot got in the back, behind Essence. "I knew that, i was just trying to make a point with Foxy here," Drow exclaimed. "Foxy? What do I look like, some sort of stripper?" Foxtrot yelled back.

"Men," Essence said to herself, and shook her head.

Drow started the jeep, and the engine roared, its parts a tad slow from lack of use. He pulled out of the metal rubble and headed for the main gates at full speed. "Hope the guards are sleeping on the job again, we may be able to slip out unnoticed," Drow stated hopefully.

As they approached the main gate, Drow groaned at what he saw. "I was wondering why they were taking so long to surround us back there," he muttered.

Lined up alongside and in front of the gate were around thirty Cradle soldiers, all bearing machine guns of varying types. a couple had grenade in hand, and two of them were hefting rocket launchers on their shoulders. Drow cursed and drew his pistol, maintaining the jeep's direction with his right hand only. Seeing him draw his weapon, Essence pulled out hers as well, and Foxtrot readied his SMG. Drow also yanked off his three remaining grenades and placed them in Essence's lap. "Use em to their best potiential, kiddo," he said solemnly. Essence nodded fiercely.

"Hey Drow, what about the final smokie? I've stil got it, you know," Foxtrot reminded him. He hefted it in one hand, ready to lob it at a moment's notice.

"Use it to cover our escape as best you can," Drow replied. "However, with all the gunfire, it may not help as much as I predicted, and we'll be moving so we'll probably fall outside it's area of effect rather quickly, but it's all we got. Detonate it when we're approxiamately fourty feet from the gate; maybe at that close a range we'll be inside it longer." Foxtrot nodded, then returned his attention to the blockade ahead.

Drow focused on the swiftly approaching danger, and muttered to himself, "Crap."

As the jeep plowed on, it finally got within range of gunfire, and the first of the soldiers attacked. Their fight to escape London in one piece had begun.

OOC: finish it off, guys

:D

[Keadaas]

OOC: great lead Slare. Very much worth the wait =)

IC

Foxtrot yanked the pin out of the smoke grenade and threw it over Drow's head and into the road ahead of them. It came down in perfect time and released cover to mask the Jeep. The machine gun fire became guesswork, and was getting to be less threataning as they left the base. Four bullets hit the back, going through the trunk.
" I hate being in the back! Ehh, and I hope you don't have ammo stashed back there. "

5 snipers leaned out on a balcony, the Jeep in their sights, now that it was out of the smoke. They let loose shots in rapid succession. One went through the passenger side windshield, multiple shards hitting Essence. The second hit the road ahead of them. The third shattered the overhead bar of the jeep. The fourth got the step on Drow's side outside the door, and the fifth hit Foxtrot in his right forearm.

"Snipers! Get down!" Drow warned the passengers.
"Yeah, we kinda know now."

Drow ran the engine up to 110 mph, and they were soon out of gunfire range. The party could only hope they didn't have pursuit cars out already.

[$tormin]

"Looks like Charlie is dancing the Foxtrot, over."
"Yeah, these locals are getting schooled by a bunch of amateurs."
The two Saibra Gunships quickly radioed in and got permission from Special Situations command to pursue and capture.
The helicopters quickly caught up with the fleeing vehicle, well ahead of the slower pursuit cars.
"I got a solid lock, you move in and convince them to stop."
"Roger that"
The second helicopter lined up directly behind the vehicle and opened fire with its gun, a tri-barrel 20mm chaingun. The gunner was a good shot, bracketing the rebels front and rear. The pilot activated the external speakers.
This is Special Situations, you will slow your vehicle to a stop and exit unarmed. You will then lay on the ground with limbs outstreatched in plain view. Failure to comply will result in death. The first sign of armed resistance will result in death. You have 20 seconds.

[Soria]

Essence growled softly, " What do we do now?"


OOC: $tormin's ruining my fun! :: mock pouts::

[$tormin]

ooc: 2 helicopters, both with missiles locked on your jeep and one is well back to prevent it from being taken out by a stinger or other such AA weapon. I suggest you rethink that post ;P

oooc: Sorry, but this is Special Situations, not james bond villians ;P Not gonna execute or interrigate. You people will get to play messangers.

[Keadaas]

ooc: Sort of a wall here, I dont want to make any move with the story just yet

[Coffee]

"Well, don't think they've seen me," Coffee mumbled to himself as he looked through the binoculars at the situation on the road. "So much for venison for these guys. Why didn't they take the tunnel out?"

Takes out his laptop and tries hacking into the life support systems on the heilocopters. "Damn. Shoulda known they'd not let me do that again. Okay, gotta be one last hole left in it." Types some more and the heilocopters turn around and head back towards London.
"Hehe, gotta love autopilot. That will buy them about 1 minute to get hidden while the pilots figure out what happened and turn off autopilot."
Coffee then dives under the leaves.

[$tormin]

For some reason his chopper decided to turn around. Spectra 1A, Aka Brain Meiers, quickly grabbed his flightstick and gave it a nudge so that causing the autopilot to shut down. He radioed in. "Spectra flight to homebase, we have just been sliced I think."
"Homebase to spectra flight, read you. We are getting a trace on him now. Keep him steady for ten or twenty seconds and we will have a surefire lock. We got the vehicle on satalite now, let them get ahead of you."
"Roger, moving back to shadow."
The Special Situations main base wasn't yet fully operational but its anti-hacking division was at reasonable preparedness.
Coffee's computer gave a warning alarm and automatically shut itself down to prevent further infiltration, but it was clear that with near certainty they had found exactly where he was despite layer upon layer of security and mis-direction.
"Sir, we got an exact location on the slicer. Should we go in?"
Yushev shook his head slightly. "Locals, not our problem. Tip off Ms. Cathera and let her handle them."
"Yes sir!"

[Coffee]

Coffee takes the hard drive and modem out of his laptop and leaves them where they are in the leaves, along with the hart he'd intended to eat ("Let the wolves have it" he thought), and moves around the perimiter, leaving no tracks.
"Not much I can do for them now. Hope they don't get captured."

[Evil_Gondi]

The four kept running through the forest, not knowing whether they were being persued or not. They were no gunshots, just four men running in fear. An idea came to Poker.
Not being able to communicate efficiently, he reached in his brother's pack, probing with his hands. He pulled out surgical thread, something Fate's never used as surgical staples healed faster. Tying it to the pin of one of his concussion grenades he stopped to ty it between two trees. Cutting the thread with his teeth, he started back after the others.

[Trumble]

Tayo tightened the last valve in the back of the old 2017 model Carmoni Grandwagon Van he had found a few months before.

He had been working on this project for nealy 6 months, and hadn't planned on using it unless London had totaly fallen. It would be quite a bang, hopefully he would be miles away before it went off.

It was so simple it was brilliant. The aluminum nitrate he siffened off a parked Cradle envoy months earlier. The aluminum dust was his price for a large project he underwent for a group in southern France. The polystyrene slurry he got was his little secret.

Tayo parked the Van near an old abandoned detention center where alot of ethnic cleansing had taken place in the early years of the wars, and he set the system to go off in 24 hours. It was now the middle of a 3 mile industrial center, and it would detonate at 3am. Very few people would die, only a few guards and some Cradle emergency technicians, but the blast would in theory take out a large percentage of Cradles raw resource refinement in London.

He planned to flee to Belgium. Although he realy didn't know how he would get their. He would have to try and BS his way past the guards at the train that went under the channel, which was just recently reopened. He had a new identity, his cat, and a pair of clothes. Tayo was going to have to start all over.

A lone figure squeezed through a water grate in the wall surrounding London, and headed for the road. Tayo looked back once, afraid he would turn into a pillar of salt. He didn't.

[Korkskrew]

Jello tried to maintain his balance as a nearby explosion shook the ground.
"Well, we definitely have something following us, or we did anyway."
"Guys I hate to say it but, we're boned. The forest is almost over and we'll be caught in the open."
"Guess we'll have to chance it."
"Jello don't be a moron! They'll gun you down before you can go anywhere. I say we stay here and fight. We'll die either way but at least we can do more damage in here."
"What's with all the despair mate? I say we get pissed, anyone got any hooch?"
"Jello, you're a madman!"
"Madmen win wars Rookie."
Jello stood up and drew both pistols firing wildly into the darkness ahead of them.
"Did you hit anything?"
"How the hell should I know! I figure with enough bullets we'll kill something though."
With that he proceeded to reload and fire off in another direction.
"Ow sonnava!" was yelled in the distance, however it was muffled and reminded Jello of the time he had stolen that Cradles helmet and was goofing around.
"You'll never cease to amaze me Jello."
Jello kept firing, but more slowly, and before they knew it the sound of flesh and bullet colliding met their ears.
"You guys hear that? Sounds like... kinda like that bomber we were flying eh Jello? Christ move!"
The four all hit the dirt as hundreds of large exlposions went off all around them.
"Mates, I don't care what you guys do but I'm haulin ass outta here!"
The three remaining rebels watched in awe as the insane punk ran through an open field while attack choppers and bombers pursued. Trails of dust kicked up as bullets hit the ground around him. So he ran faster.
Rookie blinked for a second and there he was gone.
Then he heard a blip on his radio.
"Oi! I "found" the sewers! 'Ell if I know what an open entrance was doing here but you guys should head over here."

[Evil_Gondi]

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