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Post by Lunapocalypse on Mar 11, 2010 9:19:55 GMT -5
Situated topside for obvious reasons, there is a snug little valley in Bukasa island shrouded by a canopy of trees. Underneath this canopy is the heliport sporting many different kinds of heli air transport. Underneath the ground in this area is the hangar where all the other choppers reside. The heliport is about a mile from the training grounds and you need to take a tunnel monorail to reach it, there are no land routes to the Heliport.
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Post by #+h3 M!$+3r P@r@d0x on Apr 11, 2010 21:38:48 GMT -5
Operation Serpent’s Kiss}
Npc: Demetrius Hughes
The starlight over the out-closing area of the Tricell Helipad area was most beautiful as Demetrius was memorizing the information given to him by Mr. Hammond Marlboro. The thought of the things he was to say was almost over bearing as he pushed his way up the steps contemplating whether or not to just turn around and try to escape un-noticed. The past few days had been almost life threatening due to the massive amounts of information being shared back and fourth between the BSAA and Tricell. The man appeared to be at his breaking point… but his actions have not gone unnoticed without proper barriers being put into place. He had seen people murdered… killed in cold blood with their organs scraped off the ground as if their lives meant nothing at all. People that had families… killed for a purpose beyond his own understanding… He really did not want to know… He just wanted to get the hell out.
Amelie Collerette was his contact this evening… Demetrius was informed to let her know her presence was needed in Jacksonville Florida… a city located far south-eastern in North America. She was to personally assist Mr. Marlboro at the BSAA Headquarters for god knows what. Demetrius had already suspected that Mr. Marlboro had a hand in many of the Dark Politics that Tricell had to offer in this day and time. The motions set into place in the past four months was nothing short of a horror film with a mafia-like feel… In any case… Demetrius had a conscious… Tricell was power hungry and he did not wish to be consumed for his lack of respect to his superiors. The air had been thick with peering eyes for the last three days all focused in his direction. He would meet with Agent Collerette… then leave… disappear even.
The young man stood at the meeting spot just north of the Helipad near a small camp used by patrolling guards. The camp was isolated at the time to secure that no one was present for the exchanging on the mission statement.
Demetrius wore a tan Tricell plaid suite with logo attached to the breast pocket. His auburn hair blew att medium length against the wind adding to his Scottish flair. His eyes were a deep brown but were currently hazed with red due to his lack of sleep for the sake of constant paranoia. He stood 5’8 and was about a heavy build for his height. The man stood in a alert attention as he awaited the arrival of Agent Collerette.
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Post by Amelie on Apr 12, 2010 18:41:48 GMT -5
The Tricell's agent breezed over the corridors. She was asked to be at the heliport soon in the morning and meet a certain Demetrius Hughes. Thought she didn't know the man,she had no choice but to go. She was told this man had secret information to share her about Mr.Marlboro and his situation, it was stricly defended to let slip any information to anyone, like planned she went to the heliport as quick as she could. The humidity of the air could already be felt as soon as she walked outdoor, noticing the tan Tricell's plaid suit she guessed this was the man in question and joined the strangely heavy built guy. Nodding to him as she arrived next to him she asked: "Shall we proceed?"
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Post by #+h3 M!$+3r P@r@d0x on Apr 12, 2010 23:00:00 GMT -5
Demetrius nodded with a nearly gasping bow as he noticed the mild Canadian accent crisply escaping the confines of her lips. She stood at 5’6 and could not have weighed a pound over a buck twenty five as he was mesmerized by the agents more than sultry and even seductive appeal. Aqua eyes seemed to dart at him naturally with a most appeasing nature that made his heart sink into his chest like a piece of iron cast into the vast sea. This woman was a Agent? Surely she could not be the one that Mr. Marlboro spoke so highly of to carry on such a delicate project. Although, in the past few months anything could be possible. Surely Mr. Marlboro had lost his mind… So much death and yet at this point… so much beauty.
“ I am here to issue you your orders, Ma’am.” Demetrius spoke with a as a matter of fact nature. His apparent gestures signally that he held a data disk in his right hand for Amelie to project on her Tricell Issued P.O.I.N.T. {Project Organization and Intelligence Notifying Tool} The object was small enough to fit in the palm of Amelies hand and had onboard features from doing basic Clinical File Keeping to a Fully Organized B.O.W. Combat and Habit Database. The P.O.I.N.T. was any Agents pride and joy… It posed as a Touch screen PAL although it’s functions were much more in depth then anything on the current intelligence market. The Disk would not be inserted but the Key Bar on the back would be read by a small laser light that projected from the P.O.I.N.T. near the top of the small object. Once the download was complete… a message was stored in it for Amelie to read.
After a small series a beeps a message would light up on Amelies {Agent Aqua’s} Screen. The message itself would be in silver and gold.
{From The Watcher}
{Greetings Aqua.
You are needed at BSAA Headquarters in the oh so beautiful Colony of Jacksonville. The locals around here seem to be holding up much better than we could have hoped for. The Mother {{{Tricell}} most certainly has lavished these mere peasants {{BSAA}} with much of her love that they wish to squash a few bugs{{The Traitors}} and even secure a foothold in our Mother’s business {{Domination of Weapons Trade}} itself. Perhaps with these peasants suckling from our Mother’s Breast we may finally gain the respect that we so desire… and those that have betrayed Her in the past will know her Vengeance.
You will be further briefed by myself when we are to meet darling. Your assistance will require grace and finesse as your healing properties will act as your disguise. It is your uncanny ability with Your Children {{B.O.W.S}} that I desire. Be my Winged Guardian {{Body Guard}}.
By the way, can you dispose of the idiot before you? Intelligence has proven that he has been acting suspicious. I can not have him copying the information for our enemies to pry on. You may execute him in any way possible… I hear that he is indeed clumsy with stairs. Falling off the railing behind him would surely equal his death. A clean up crew has already been called to remove the body before it is to be noticed… All arrangements for this assassination have been arranged as a Code 3.
In any case… Your flight will be leaving shorty}
The message would end abruptly as all the information is the rapidly deleted as if it did not exist at all.
Demetrius stood next to a railing at the guard camp that lead down a particularly high flight of stairs. These said stairs would be his current path to the entrance to one of three trams below the island. These particular stairs were nearly eighteen flights of stairs with ten steps per flight at a steep angle. With a sharp keen eye of a trained Tricell agent, Amelie would also be able to notice that the Elevator has just switched from Working Order : Green /// to Out of Order : Red.
Demetrius task had been complete as he had delivered the information that was secure on the disk. His eyes showed a great amount of relief as he bowed to Agent Amelie once again before stating…
“ It was wonderful meeting you Agent Amelie. I hope you are fortunate in your coming days.”
With a almost pitiful approach, Demetrius turned then sighed at the sign of the Elevator now being out of service completely. This would mean that he had to take the long stairs… the ones that seemed to cause him another small bit of paranoia on top of his increasingly high stress level.
“ This is very unusual… The Elevators are almost never out of service.” Demetrius stated as he turned toward the long flight of stairs. Looking down he gulped a bit as he took his first step. His hand was placed on the railing as each step was worse than the last. He noted that the railing was a bit loose… also something else that was not very common. A push or even strong wind at this point would cause him to barrel off the side of the spiral flights of stairs directly through the middle to the hard unwavering pavement below. His breath was now frantic.
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Post by Amelie on Apr 13, 2010 9:08:52 GMT -5
Atually, Amelie did notice the way Demetrius looked at her and reacted to her accent. He seemed uncannily looking at her eyes and devouring her, she could feel it, she was used to that way throught years. “ I am here to issue you your orders, Ma’am.” The toy soldier said and handed her a P.O.I.N.T. Her eyes widened as she saw it. Taking this important object, she simply turned on her heels and hid the projection behind herself so that Demetrius would not see and asked him to leave for an instant. Touching the screen of the P.O.I.N.T. she activated the downloading of the message and waited till it was done, once it was the projection appeared. It appeared everything would be in silver and gold.
"{From The Watcher}
{Greetings Aqua.
You are needed at BSAA Headquarters in the oh so beautiful Colony of Jacksonville. The locals around here seem to be holding up much better than we could have hoped for. The Mother {{{Tricell}} most certainly has lavished these mere peasants {{BSAA}} with much of her love that they wish to squash a few bugs{{The Traitors}} and even secure a foothold in our Mother’s business {{Domination of Weapons Trade}} itself. Perhaps with these peasants suckling from our Mother’s Breast we may finally gain the respect that we so desire… and those that have betrayed Her in the past will know her Vengeance.
You will be further briefed by myself when we are to meet darling. Your assistance will require grace and finesse as your healing properties will act as your disguise. It is your uncanny ability with Your Children {{B.O.W.S}} that I desire. Be my Winged Guardian {{Body Guard}}.
By the way, can you dispose of the idiot before you? Intelligence has proven that he has been acting suspicious. I can not have him copying the information for our enemies to pry on. You may execute him in any way possible… I hear that he is indeed clumsy with stairs. Falling off the railing behind him would surely equal his death. A clean up crew has already been called to remove the body before it is to be noticed… All arrangements for this assassination have been arranged as a Code 3.
In any case… Your flight will be leaving shorty}"
Amelie couldn't believe on the first few seconds she was given the opportunity to be Mr.Marlboro's personal guardian and assistant. A smile couldn't help but to draw it itself on her lips' corner. 'First things first, the toy man.' she thought to herself and walked outside the small camp, Demetrius was waiting next to a railing that lead down to high stairs. 'So he's clumsy with stairs, huh?' Amelie watched the elevator's light in case somebody would come and it appeared to turn to red soon enough. As she walked near the man, he spoke. “ It was wonderful meeting you Agent Amelie. I hope you are fortunate in your coming days.” He quite looked pitiful, that was the only word to find but she had to kill him and that was orders from the Watcher himself. “ This is very unusual… The Elevators are almost never out of service.” The man said as he went for the stairs. Amelie then let him walk some steps, watching every of his moves she analysed how clumsy he was. Simple stairs like that gave him problems with few steps, but indeed someone made the railing go loose, for what she saw, the wind breezed as she walked behind him for the five or six steps he had made.
The wind was perfect to hide any sign of sound she would make if ever she did as she walked silently behind him and took her combat knife from it's holster. A quick woman's hand was the first thing Demetrius Hughes saw before his eyes as it cut his throat and was kicked down the stairs. "That will make it..." She spoke to herself and just as quick as she came this morning went to the helicopter. As she embarked in, she made sign to the pilot they could go. The pilot made sign with his thumb it was ok and started the flying engine, Amelie was definitly gone to Jacksonville.
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Post by #+h3 M!$+3r P@r@d0x on Apr 13, 2010 19:33:40 GMT -5
[Critical Hit! ] Demetrius could feel warm liquid rapidly filling his trachea as a gurgling ramble occurred as he began to exhale his breath. The attacker was not noticed at all before as he began tumbling down the flight of stairs with the grace of a pallet of masons bricks. Doomed to collide into the railing before he could catch his balance he rotated his head… to watch as Amelie turned… as if emotionless of her actions… and walked away from the scene of his soon to be murder. His mind was racing with thoughts at this time that only one who was destined to die a horrible death could understand. Bruises began appearing over his body as he felt his knee snap into a splintering shard while hitting the last step with full momentum before colliding into the already loosened railing. The railing would give to his destined fate of free falling. This was what his mother had always told him as a child, “ Never show fear to a Pit Bull… Demetrius… they can sense your fear and they go straight for your throat.” This little notion was ironically true on this day as now his throat was directly severed at the trachea and jugular vein as the fall shook his limp body off the sides of the steps. Coating row after row in fresh crimson liquid… The blood racing freely from his neck as his mind began to fade from this existence and into another… Without a shadow of a doubt in his mind he had excepted his death and wished nothing more then peace in another life. When he had counted his blessings… he was greeted with a large blood curdling thump as his body was crushed under the pressure of the fall itself. Thirty seconds had passed as a three men group of {Janitors} made their way into the bottom area of the Helipad entrance from the North Tram. Two of them proceeded to apply cleaning agents to the heavy bloodied area surrounding the corpse itself while the other moved forward to check for a pulse. With a simple nod of approval to the awaiting two man team behind him, the {Janitor} stepped away to allow the men to place the body into a heavy zip up and place it onto a metal gurney bed. The time to extract the body to a safer location for disposal elsewhere would not take nearly as long as cleaning the large mess of the stairwell being littering with blood and chunks of human tissue. The crew had no problems with cleaning the mess of another, though. Beats the hell out of R and D incident and sure enough was better than being the one dead on the floor. A cleanly place is most certainly a life saving place… they were all well aware of this. [[NPC Death: Demetrius Hughes]] ------------- {{ Amelie is currently on her way to BSAA HQ}} {{Agent Aqua: Quick Objective: No Wings For Demetrius :Complete }} /// Mission Progress Report:/// “ It keeps the clean up crew with a job when plenty of blood and gore is involved. Cannot have them getting lazy on us now can we? Hmmm? Brutal female fury at it‘s best.”
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Post by Dr.MadMan on May 9, 2010 21:14:37 GMT -5
Dr.Hammers Landing in the Base
Hammer flew the small R22 2 person helicopter toward Tricells Heliport,and grinned when he finally spotted the Tricell logo and landing spaces.He reached for the radio and tuned to a station given to him over the secure server,he spoke into it with precision and anxiety:
"This is Doctor Charles Hammer requesting...to land in Tricell's Helicopter port as a new Employee,and um could i have some direction as to how exactly I'M GOING TO LAND THIS MOTHERf**kER?!?!I have no idea how to do this...and I'm surprised I'm still alive coming all the way from the god damned Hoover Dam."
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Post by KR0R1C on Feb 3, 2011 14:28:34 GMT -5
[Rain and Elita arrive via N.U.C. Blackbird] The long ride from the N.U.C. base in the Arklay Mountains was coming to an end. The commandeered chopper slowly descended from the sky. Rain contacted air control to let them know they where incoming. "Air Control this is the N.U.C. Blackbird coming in for landing. Clear the pad we have two monitors on board and need immediate clearance."There was a pause. Air control was certainly doing many things at once. Someone would be announcing for the Helipad to be cleared, another would be verifying their aircraft's description, and doing a scan of its contents, then finally they would get a response via someone else. N.U.C. Blackbird. You are cleared for landing. Welcome back Rain and Ms. Florence. Elita guided the bird expertly down among the trees and onto the helipad. Once on ground Rain helped to shut down the bird and kill it's engines. Soon as it was quite the helipad began to sink into the earth. It went down into the hangars among many rows of various aerial vehicles. A few workers approached the helicopter each tasked with their individual jobs. They started to refill the engines, inspect for damage, and a few more stood nearby the doors to assist the monitors on their exit. The specter unharnessed himself and made his way into the choppers bay before stepping out into the hangar. He rolled his shoulders and popped his neck. One of the workers approached him. "Sir, is there anything you need help with?" "This bird will need to be returned to the Arklay mountains. The coordinates are already in its computers. See to it."With that Rain approached the underground monorail. He stepped inside and waiting for Elita to catch up. As he did he opened linked up the the secure Tricell network and queued up any recent news and downloads. As the processes began running he minimized them on his HUD and pulled up a log of everything that had been going on with he and Elita's current goal. She had reported that everything was fine and would be a good investment back at the N.U.C. He knew this was a rouse to keep higher ups off her back for a while, and possibly for the sake of the group itself. He had to agree, had either of them given an honest report it was very likely another monitor in the area would be sent in to decommission them. But their new target was here in the Tricell offices a certain, Meagan Dowse. Rain had never heard of her before, but Elita seemed to recognize her somewhat. He searched her name real quick to pull up a profile. She seemed rather normal from her public review, he'd have to file for a more detailed private profile later. Soon as he had his fill of information he sat on one of the benches and opened up his helmet. He stretched out his legs, they where getting stiff from being bunched up in the blackbird, and it felt good to have them extended. His head then laid back against the cool metal wall of the train.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Feb 8, 2011 11:25:39 GMT -5
Numb spikes of irritation poked Elita's brain; she had picked up a headache on the return flight. It turned out to be a long day. Originally she had planned on doing a little evaluation before beating herself to sleep in whatever p*ssy personal quarters the N.U.C. would have given her. She let Rain take the lead, answer to the soldiers at the helipad, allowing him to operate the monorail.
Holding the bridge of her nose, the Ghost leaned against the rear beam of the tram resting her head against her arm. Her mind wandered amongst nuances as she felt a little faint. Elita's receiver crackled in her ear, the disturbance a product of being inside a moving tram, startling the golden haired girl.
"Yessir," the voice at the other end could only be heard by herself, a parametre set by whoever was on the other line, "Did they mention how many," Elita's voice lacked interest, she only spoke in a manner to please, "There's no chance of-" her cut off sentence marked an interjection, her caller didn't want to waste any time, "Yessir. Understood, Sir," she finished the transmission with a deadly drawn out sigh, mumbling under her breath, "F*ck my life."
Turning the the Specter, the Ghost politely bowed, "Apologies Kenichiro-san. I've been ordered elsewhere, so you will need to pursue the mole alone. Ki o tsukete," addressing the platform panel near the tram entrance and selecting the next stop. Bearings in the rail wheels whirred to a halt and the door hissed open; Elita held the bridge of her nose once more while disembarking, cursing her luck.
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Post by KR0R1C on Feb 11, 2011 12:43:14 GMT -5
"Apologies Kenichiro-san. I've been ordered elsewhere, so you will need to pursue the mole alone. Ki o tsukete." Rain had heard all of her very one sided conversation. He knew how straight forward their commanders could be. And as Elita disembarked Rain thought to himself. Being the very straight forward, and mission oriented person he was he saw no reason to continue searching for the mole. His orders had been to help Elita Florence with her work at N.U.C. if she was no longer working on the N.U.C. then his mission was completed. As the train began moving again he opened up a holographic panel and switched his mission status over to completed. He then reported the mole to the Tricell Security team; a group much more talented than the security bunch back at the N.U.C., they were sure to find the mole and take care of it in appropriate means. After that he closed up the panel laid his head back once again and enjoyed the moment of peace and downtime. Sure enough a mission would come around soon. But for now he relaxed. [exit Rain]
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