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Post by thatfallout3guy on Jul 3, 2011 16:08:20 GMT -5
James smiled a great big ol' grin, "Well after I graduated from High School I enlisted in the TSC. I started out as a recruit like anyone else, but I became an officer faster than any Marine in TSC history.," James said with a cocky smile, "There were tons of critics though. People said that I was given better treatment because of who my dad was, that he played the favorite," James said with a bit of annoyance, "that's bull shit. If anything I was treated worse because of who my dad was. The Drill Sargent we had always gave me the hardest drills, the most work, everything, but every day I'd prove while I was the hands down best recruit they would ever have. Before a year passed I was recommended by the Sarg personally to go into Thunderfist training. By the age of twenty I had achieved the rank of Lieutenant. I spent two years leading a small platoon on the outskirts of the Milky Way. After getting a promotion to Major, I decided I was ready for more. I applied to be on the Olympus to participate in special assignments given by my old man himself. He didn't want to accept me, but I was the best one for the job. After some special training with him personally he had no choice but to let me on. I spent five years doing missions handed to me directly from dad, and I was even side by side with him and the council a couple of times. When I was twenty-five I was finally made a Spectre," James paused for a moment and smiled, "He called me into his office a couple weeks ago, and said I was going to lead this team, and that I'd better not let him down. As I left he said, 'Son, I'm proud of you,' So here I am," James said with a smile as he seemed to remember the good times he had.
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Phrost
Monk in training
Randomness at it's finest
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Post by Phrost on Jul 3, 2011 16:14:18 GMT -5
Mitsuro nodded, taking this in, "Well," he said getting up, "I guess I'll go down to the pool, maybe it will help me feel better," he walked to the door and turned back, "Oh and Kazuma. I look forward to seeing more Personas". He walked out of the room.
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Post by Pulse on Jul 3, 2011 17:45:10 GMT -5
Iridis chuckled, bowing his head once more to their Captain, "I enjoyed that tale, sir. Hopefully it will serve as a reminder to the denizens of these dark places: that hard work takes precedence over any barrier of fame or infamy," Iridis cleared his throat, "Here we all stand, warriors united from all corners of the galaxy in service of the shining beacon of peace and civilisation." Aware of the smirks and mocking looks from the rest of the squad, he departed from the hotel suite and once again headed for the roof with the intention of testing his skills once more. Grinning with excitement he latched onto a pipe, kicking upwards from there to launch himself onto the roof where he stood, observing the rain-swept vista of the city. Howling wind was coursing through the narrow streets at full force now, carrying with it the damp scent of the rainforest that was ordinarily held back by the claws of human industrialisation.
Satisfied atmospheric conditions posed an adequate difficulty multiplier, Iridis ran for the edge of the hotel and grabbed for an electrical line, swinging upon it in a circle, releasing himself and throwing him entire metres up into the air. If he just timed it right....yes! He caught hold on the central column of the mono-rail, swinging up on top the sloped rail. From there he drew his katana, utilising it as an improvised skateboard; riding down the monorail into the dark underbelly of the city. It all worked surprisingly well, until a deep, juddering vibration threaded throughout the track. It was the monorail! "No!" He yelped, thrown completely off balance by this incursion. Falling and desperate not to end here, he grabbed for uplink cables lining the streets to no avail, the cables snapping in his hands. Still hurtling down, Iridis drew his blade and revolver and extended his arms. Only just reaching the opposing walls, the friction generated served to slow Iridis' descent, sparks sent flying off in wild directions. To his finely attuned senses, the grinding sound was unimaginably painful and brought a harsh ringing to his ears. Unable to keep up the exertion to such a sound, his limbs fell loose, his body sent into freefall. With a thump he impacted the ground, barely adapting his fall into a roll as to prevent lasting damage.
Moaning with pain, he picked himself off the floor; ego once again damaged. At the end of the alley, brooded two thugs who had just taken notice of him, evidently surprised and gauging whether to attack. They evidently weren't particularly perspicacious, as with little hesitation they drew switchblades. There were little handholds to leap for; those that were decent were much too high for a single leap. Iridis looked to the pipes lining the walls, then back to the the thugs. Producing a small disk from his coat, he threw it in front of the thugs. Having not increased their IQ by 110 since they took sight of Iridis, they continued walking. Smiling at their idiocy, Iridis closed the distance and leaping upwards, firing at the disk as he did. His bluesteel-ribbed coat protecting him from the explosive blast, the bodies were sent flying upwards. From there he jumped off one, reaching for the pipe. Swinging his feet to the base of the pipe, he leaped to the pipe parallel to his one. Sighting another pipe, he began clawing, grappling and leaping his way back up to the main city.
Ten minutes later, he stumbled into a bar in a slightly seedy part of the city. Leaning heavily on the bar, he gestured to the barman, "Get me 5 hypervodkas," he demanded, tossing a few coins onto the bar. "For fuck's sake," he muttered, downing the narcotics with a great fury, "I'll never live this down,"
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Post by thatfallout3guy on Jul 3, 2011 17:56:47 GMT -5
Just as Iridis sat down a group of three men surrounded him. One of them leaned in to him, "I haven't see you around here before. You must be new," he said in a sly raspy voice, "It's a dangerous place around these parts. You never know what might happen, and paying us a bit of that coin would help keep you protected," the man said as Iridis could hear another one of the men cracking his knuckles.
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Post by Pulse on Jul 3, 2011 18:40:38 GMT -5
Sighing to himself, Iridis tensed up in preparation for battle. The bar's interior was to confined to draw his sword; too much of a risk of harming innocents. There were five of them in total, three toting brass knuckles and two to the rear wielding pool cues. He could smell the disquiet in the bar, the perspiration on people's foreheads. Some were backing off, others were simply awaiting the inevitable conflict. Tired and in no condition to fight, he ignored the thugs. "We're talking to you motherfucker!" one of the leader's cronies taunted, hitting him over the head. The others laughed, sure that this hooded man posed no challenge to them. Clearing his throat he spoke to them without turning, "As I'm only here to enjoy this fine establishment's intoxicants in peace, I'll give you fair warning. Fuck off, lest I get angry."
This only served to make them laugh harder, become lax in their stances. "Look at this guy, thinks he can put a scare into us! Your mother put up more of a fi-" He never finished his sentence. Enraged, Iridis turned and punched the man in the face, sending him flying into a Nuka-Cola dispenser with a clang. Shocked at this sudden aggression, the conscious 4 remaining encircled Iridis, still confident they could wax him. Sidestepping a wild swing from one of the goons, he delivered a swift kick to the face, sending globules of blood about the bar and generating gasps from the small crowd gathered. Iridis grabbed hold of the man, cleanly twisted his neck and threw him into two of his buddies. Hearing the whip of a pool cue, Iridis ducked and grabbed the pool cue in mid air, wresting from the thug's grasp. Laughing manically, he stabbed backwards without looking, spearing a thug who had been hoping to assassinate from behind. "Too slow!" Iridis taunted, spinning the cue in his hands to discourage any further attacks. Evidently unused to death on those he knew, a bandit attempted to fled the scene...unsuccessfully. For Iridis had already thrown the pool cue at him, shearing through his ribcage and piercing his heart. Screams from the crowd, more people fleeing. The bandits seized this opportunity, the remaining two swinging for Iridis in perfect unison. Anticipating this, he grabbed for a bottle and smashed one across the face, the shard of glass cutting deep into his flesh. He screamed, and knocked over his co-assailant. Iridis quickly drew his revolver and shot the both the unconscious man and the one unmaimed thug. Argh! The sound was terrible, fettered by the bar's confines. Despite grunting with pain, Iridis picked up the thug screaming in agony, and crushed his trachea without hesitation. The screaming soon stopped.
Aware the bar was now deserted, Iridis began helping himself to the bar's finer drinks. "No contest," He muttered darkly.
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Post by thatfallout3guy on Jul 3, 2011 18:46:17 GMT -5
"ARE YOU INSANE?!" A man yelled as he shot up from behind the bar, "Those men worked for Crime Lord Samuel!! He's going to torch my bar and kill you, you stupid bastard! Why didn't you just pay them?!" The man asked, frenzied in fear with tears streaming down his face.
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Post by Pulse on Jul 3, 2011 18:57:12 GMT -5
Reluctant to leave the hoard of fine drinks he assembled, Iridis shifted in his seat. "And how exactly is this my problem? I merely defended myself," He growled, averting his eyes at the bar owner, "Besides, any crime lord taxing the inhabitants of this shithole must be a pithy sort of crime lord, to stoop so low."
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Post by thatfallout3guy on Jul 3, 2011 19:01:45 GMT -5
The man was still sobbing, then suddenly he grabbed Iridis' sleeve, "PLEASE!!! You have to do something! You can fight back, no one else can! Go southwest. There's a club called Halter's Place! Talk to a man named Ricky the Rat! He can tell you a way to take out Samuel!! Just please don't leave us to die, I'm begging you," the man pleaded, still in tears.
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Post by Pulse on Jul 3, 2011 19:22:29 GMT -5
Iridis scowled, shaking the small man off his sleeve. "So that's it, you're going to guilt trip an off-worlder like myself into solving your problems?" He ranted, pacing about that bar, "Fine! I'll wipe the bastard...but if this is a trap, nothing in the galaxy will stop me coming back for you!" Iridis set off south-west through the undercity, a world choked in smog and fumes from the overcity. There was no semblance of order to be seen; slavers could be seen carting bone-thin victims down the impromptu road, prostitutes plying their trade in neon-lit shopfronts, the homeless having their pockets picked by their brethren...it was a hellhole, as bad as Maestitia in places. As opposed to the symphony Iridis felt from the vibrations when in the overcity, down here was more like an ode to the worst miseries the galaxy could throw at an individual.
Feeling the trademark pulsing bass of clubs everywhere ahead of his position, Iridis strode into the club, the heavy beat wrecking havoc with senses, making it difficult to "read" the ground. After barging through the heart of the club without pause, he came to rest at the bar; wishing to be done with all this protecting the innocent shit and get back to the hotel. "I'm looking for an individual who can help me locate a certain crime lord, goes by the name of Ricky the rat," He paused, passing over a handful of coins to the bartender, "Could you help me find him?"
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Post by thatfallout3guy on Jul 3, 2011 19:35:05 GMT -5
The bartender was polishing a glass, "Only crime lord around here is Samuel, Ricky's just a thug. He's in the back corner of the club drinking with a couple slutty broads, can't miss him."
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Post by Pulse on Jul 3, 2011 20:01:02 GMT -5
"That's not what I- never mind." Pushing himself from the bar, Iridis strode through to one of the side rooms where numerous whores lurked, thrusting out their bosoms to any stranger passing by. Unmistakable in the corner was Ricky the Rat, wearing a bowler hat and a suit that judging by his discomfort, was several sizes too small. To his side were two local thugs, their overinflated self-confidence evident in the gazes they cast about at any passer by. Unphased by these amateurs, Iridis strode over to the booth and sat down.
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Post by Mr.Chocobo on Jul 3, 2011 21:37:28 GMT -5
Critias had been listening. He had said nothing sense his chat with the captain, just listened. This is how he learned more about them. Some seemed to not trust him.
'These are strong individuals. It would be in my best interest to get on their good sides...'
"Captain, why were you so quick to invite me to your group, when you already have several good men at your command." Critias asked plainly, and suddenly.
"I know your story now, yet none of you know mine. Why trust me?"
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Post by thatfallout3guy on Jul 3, 2011 22:00:47 GMT -5
James laughed as he turned to Critias, "It runs in my blood. My dad found the council in similar ways. Admiral Luke? Found him knocked out in a town called Minefield. Admiral Noven? Saved his life from a few raiders," James said with a smile, "Basically, it worked for him, and you didn't shoot us in our backs when you had a chance to, and you held your own in that fight. Plus my dad will be interested to meet you."
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Post by Mr.Chocobo on Jul 3, 2011 22:06:47 GMT -5
Critias felt a pang of emotion. A rare thing.
"Your father. Why would he be interested in me?"
He then let lightning flow between his hands, held about a foot apart. He had decided he'd better get used to using his newfound strength.
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Post by thatfallout3guy on Jul 3, 2011 22:10:06 GMT -5
James kept an eye on the lightning, not sure of what this guy wanted to do with it, "He'll want to know where you came from, and why you haven't heard of the TSC. He'll also want to know about those men who were chasing you, and if it's something he should be worried about," James said as he kept a somewhat casual aura.
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