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*Sigh* Finals until next Thursday folks ...
10 yrs ago
Time to get some posts up again. Super cold outside though. Where's my mammoth blanket? Gimme gimme!
10 yrs ago
Sorry for the absence my partners! My busy week is ending. I shall be in contact shortly.
10 yrs ago
Nifty place this is ...
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@Nallore
I'm sorry that took so long to get to you!
Your post was perfect. Things just got really super crazy on my end. I introduced Jessica. For better or for worse! We should time skip for Maria and Alex though.
I'm sorry that took so long to get to you!
Your post was perfect. Things just got really super crazy on my end. I introduced Jessica. For better or for worse! We should time skip for Maria and Alex though.
Alex Thompson
Her heart melted in her chest as she repeated Maria's words in her head. Careful who she showed it to, Alex fantasized about a romantic relationship. About boys when she was younger, but girls when she was older. Luckily her coming out wasn't at all like the horror stories she heard about others. Some parents disowned their kids while others simply pretended what they heard wasn't true. She was lucky indeed.
Sirens in the background faded away. It didn't matter where the police were going. What did matter was the here and now. Her head leaning against Maria's shoulder. Whatever happens will happen.
Jessica Bosch
Jessica swore so loudly the other scientists turned to look at her. She didn't care. The past month had been one blood sample after blood sample. Nothing in the database, the CDC database, hinted to whatever coded the deceased patients. There was a caveat to the whole deceased thing. The media hadn't caught wind of it yet, but the corpses didn't stay dead. No one was allowed to speak of it. Official type people, the dangerous kind, made sure they stayed compliant.
She needed a cigarette badly. Jessica felt too tense and needed something to take the edge off. Nicotine was going to kill her one day, but she had one life. And that life was anything but a smooth ride. It was a series of shit and more shit.
"Swearing's not going to help things." Jasper walked over and looked at her bacteria dish. "You finish that coding yet? This phantom killer's one nasty piece of work."
Jessica rose an eyebrow. "What the CDC's asking for is what CDC scientist should be doing. Christ, Jasper! We look for diabetes. Lymes! All that fun, good non-lethal shit," she said. "Whatever this is? This belongs in a containment IV lab. Not a general hospital lab."
"Take a deep breath. You're scaring people, Jess."
She did just that. Biting the inside of her lip, that cigarette craving just increased tenfold. "Shit. Sorry. Sorry," she said. "Things are getting hairy."
"I know."
Looking at the door, Jessica pulled off her gloves. In her near decade of working in MLS, she'd never encountered something like this. This ... bacteria was something else altogether. After washing her hands thoroughly, she grabbed her jacket. "I need to step out. Can you take over?"
Jasper nodded. "See you then."
Walking out of the lab, she eyed a government type. Passing the man without a word, she found her way out to a secluded spot that few knew about at the hospital. Taking out a cigarette, she chewed on the end before lighting up. She inhaled deeply then exhaled. Her nerves screamed, but the cancer sticks did their job.
Pulling out her phone, she checked her messages. There were a lot of them. She put her phone on sleep. She wasn't in the mode to talk. She just wanted to be alone. Detached from current events.
@Dewey Deftones
Haha wow! It must have been a slow night for sure.
I like it! Plus, if Talon was based solely on affluent companies, it would give that tremendous leeway in what they did action wise. Perhaps each act of violence they did somehow furthered the goals of the companies.
Must agreed!
Thank you! I don't even remember how I stumbled upon that one xD!
Haha wow! It must have been a slow night for sure.
I like it! Plus, if Talon was based solely on affluent companies, it would give that tremendous leeway in what they did action wise. Perhaps each act of violence they did somehow furthered the goals of the companies.
Must agreed!
Thank you! I don't even remember how I stumbled upon that one xD!
Fareeha smiled. "Broken together it is. Hopefully not for long though," she said. She appreciated the words from Angela concerning Kalte. Since his arrival, his professionalism spoke more than words or compliments could. Fareeha was less stressed knowing he was out there. As the ranking officer, he would assume control. She expected her officers to adapt accordingly. "The fight goes on. With or without me. I'm sure he's a fine officer. I ... trust his judgment."
Closing her eyes, Fareeha relaxed into the spartan, hard cot. Every chance of resting and catching sleep wasn't something she could ignore. The smell of medicine and a sterile environment was welcomed compared to gun powder, blood, burning flesh, and sweat. What she wouldn't give up for things to return back to the way there were when she was a child. She didn't have a care in the world. Days would be spent at school, mom teaching her how to defend herself, and running around with everyone at Overwatch.
War robbed her of that life. All she could do now was cower like a civilian or take up arms to end this war one way or another. What had she lost since the war began? What humanity had she lost to ensure the survival of ESF members as well as keeping civilian casualties to a minimum? There was no hiding from the fact that many would die for cause or not. Fareeha didn't like war. She didn't like violence, but sometimes it was necessary. Such as this where humanity's survival hinged on the efforts of those brave enough to stand against their creations.
Reopening her eyes and centering on Angela, the doctor's eyes glistened with moisture. Fareeha was at a loss of what to do. She'd seen men cry in combat when comrades fell or when they snapped. Outside of those situations, however, she wasn't the greatest at consoling.
"Some aren't cut out for this life," she said. She looked at the other wounded. Some in worse condition than her. She got off lucky. "You see doctors running around in the ESF due to the mandatory conscription. Voluntary service was repelled due to the need of soldiers. Most don't want to be here. Why? Because at any minute, a stray bullet could find you. You came here voluntarily. I'd say that makes you plenty strong. Wars isn't won solely on soldiers. The support matters. A lot."
Low on air, Fareeha stopped talking. The broken ribs made it hard for her to breathe fully. A few days of this was going to piss her right off.
Closing her eyes, Fareeha relaxed into the spartan, hard cot. Every chance of resting and catching sleep wasn't something she could ignore. The smell of medicine and a sterile environment was welcomed compared to gun powder, blood, burning flesh, and sweat. What she wouldn't give up for things to return back to the way there were when she was a child. She didn't have a care in the world. Days would be spent at school, mom teaching her how to defend herself, and running around with everyone at Overwatch.
War robbed her of that life. All she could do now was cower like a civilian or take up arms to end this war one way or another. What had she lost since the war began? What humanity had she lost to ensure the survival of ESF members as well as keeping civilian casualties to a minimum? There was no hiding from the fact that many would die for cause or not. Fareeha didn't like war. She didn't like violence, but sometimes it was necessary. Such as this where humanity's survival hinged on the efforts of those brave enough to stand against their creations.
Reopening her eyes and centering on Angela, the doctor's eyes glistened with moisture. Fareeha was at a loss of what to do. She'd seen men cry in combat when comrades fell or when they snapped. Outside of those situations, however, she wasn't the greatest at consoling.
"Some aren't cut out for this life," she said. She looked at the other wounded. Some in worse condition than her. She got off lucky. "You see doctors running around in the ESF due to the mandatory conscription. Voluntary service was repelled due to the need of soldiers. Most don't want to be here. Why? Because at any minute, a stray bullet could find you. You came here voluntarily. I'd say that makes you plenty strong. Wars isn't won solely on soldiers. The support matters. A lot."
Low on air, Fareeha stopped talking. The broken ribs made it hard for her to breathe fully. A few days of this was going to piss her right off.
Jamison pinched the bridge of her nose. Her headache threatened to split open her skull. Skipping morning coffee was a poor choice she should have learned years ago. No matter how busy you were, making time for coffee was God given responsibility. Unlike any other day on the job, though there wasn't anything 'normal' about her occupation, another murder had occurred. Murder in general was quite common this day and age, but this one had a unique MO.
Gravity Zero. She stood in the middle of the busy street where they body had fallen from the window above. It should've been a suicide or maybe a deal gone bad, but the circumstances were inconsistent with that conclusion. Garvy, a prominent politician, was the victim. His arm had been removed by a weapon Forensics found on scene. Two other bodies were found though their identities were still trying to be identified. There was going to be fall out for this death though. Given the man's standing within the government, questions would be asked. Given the direct assassination of a politician, a solo operation was probably about to end. Section 0 would have to mobilize. Its operatives would start levying more power with this Gravity Zero. Headquarters was probably diverting a bulk of its precious free resources to this Gravity Zero. Maybe even pull off of current ops. What was this assassin's angle?
"Iris." Jamison hooked her feed to the AI. Her eyes roamed over the body. She stooped down and shifted her gaze towards the blood. "Our assassin isn't subtle."
"Odd but not unheard of. Many examples of assassins leaving a mark exist throughout history. Would you like examples?"
Jamison grunted. She stooped down and retrieved a vial and scooped some blood into it. She pressed a button as the vial lit up. "I'm sending over a sample. Don't trust the locals to send information over."
"Organization scuffles. Humans are odd."
"You're telling me," Jamison said. She stood up and surveyed the scene. There was little else she could do. All she could do now was write up her report and submit it to headquarters. Downtime was about to become sparser than it already was. Why did that stupid assassin have to go after a government official? Jamison almost felt sorry for the killer. Section 0 was extremely good at what it did. Counter act cyber terrorism of any kind. 'Cry havoc! Let loose the dogs of war'. She shook her head at the quote. She'd been reading too much in her spare time.
Walking out of the crime scene, Jamison moved over to her car. She got in the black SUV and started it up. A mountain of paperwork awaited her. And sending that blood sample too. But first, she needed a cup of dark roast coffee.
The office called to her, but Jamison needed to step away from the case. Like she guessed, her soloing on Gravity Zero had changed into a team effort. Analyst were pulling together everything that had anything that smelled of Gravity Zero while agents were following up on leads with whatever means necessary. It was an awesome responsibility. An agent could do everything from pull information bypassing lawful means to interrogating suspects. Some took advantage of the system, but Section 0's internal inspectors kept everything in check. However, the inspectors knew better than to keep agents on too short of leash. Too much and the efficiency would go down.
Tonight, however, Jamison was heading out. A rather rare adventure since she joined the Section. After playing with Sierra some more, they agreed to meet in person. Something Jamison never thought she'd ever agree to do. Initially, she should've said no. Keep gaming and life separate. They got along well though. Jamison played regularly with a very small select group of players. However, she played with Sierra most often. They hadn't lost a single match, which made their teammates happy. Free loaders riding the work of the skilled. Nothing you could do about that though.
Finding herself standing before the Burst Galaxy Bar, she regarded the building. It was elegant yet urban. Doing her research of the place before hand, she knew this bar didn't let the common rubble in. Affluent, influential, and intrepid. That's how she'd describe the clientele this bar attracted. Given the twenty-three age restriction, the younger crowd dilemma was all but eliminated. Admittedly, Jamison herself didn't belong here. She had significant influence and connections to the upper echelon of society. She was extremely good at her job. What she didn't have was the discretionary funds. She didn't have the capital to be considered 'average' for a place like this. Jamison dressed like she normally did on a day off with her rich brown hair tied in a messy bun. She didn't know what to expect at a place like this. Hopefully they gave points for the attitude.
Entering the bar, she walked towards the door attendant. "I'm meeting a friend here. Sierra."
The attendant gave her a once over. She wanted to punch him straight in the fucking jaw. "ID please."
Jamison made sure to hand over her civilian ID.
Checking it through a scanner, the attendant handed it back to her. "Head on in. Welcome to the Burst Galaxy Bar."
Moving through the space, it was way nicer than her normal frequented locations. The party, sex, and drugs vibe was missing, which she didn't mind at all. It wasn't her cup of tea to begin with. Her eyes scanned the room. Looking for someone that matched the description Sierra gave her.
Moving towards the bar area, she caught sight of someone matching the description. The mask was the last give away. Why did the woman have to wear a mask? The thought plagued Jamison's thoughts as she neared. Other than that, Jamison was surprised - relieved - to see that her meet up wasn't some ogre that pretended to be someone they weren't. If this was Sierra, she actually looked ... nice.
"Excuse me? Are you Sierra?" The woman was already sipping on a drink throw a straw that slipped underneath her mask. Jamison did feel a bit childish for asking the question. "Does Cypher ring a bell? If not, I've got the wrong person."
Gravity Zero. She stood in the middle of the busy street where they body had fallen from the window above. It should've been a suicide or maybe a deal gone bad, but the circumstances were inconsistent with that conclusion. Garvy, a prominent politician, was the victim. His arm had been removed by a weapon Forensics found on scene. Two other bodies were found though their identities were still trying to be identified. There was going to be fall out for this death though. Given the man's standing within the government, questions would be asked. Given the direct assassination of a politician, a solo operation was probably about to end. Section 0 would have to mobilize. Its operatives would start levying more power with this Gravity Zero. Headquarters was probably diverting a bulk of its precious free resources to this Gravity Zero. Maybe even pull off of current ops. What was this assassin's angle?
"Iris." Jamison hooked her feed to the AI. Her eyes roamed over the body. She stooped down and shifted her gaze towards the blood. "Our assassin isn't subtle."
"Odd but not unheard of. Many examples of assassins leaving a mark exist throughout history. Would you like examples?"
Jamison grunted. She stooped down and retrieved a vial and scooped some blood into it. She pressed a button as the vial lit up. "I'm sending over a sample. Don't trust the locals to send information over."
"Organization scuffles. Humans are odd."
"You're telling me," Jamison said. She stood up and surveyed the scene. There was little else she could do. All she could do now was write up her report and submit it to headquarters. Downtime was about to become sparser than it already was. Why did that stupid assassin have to go after a government official? Jamison almost felt sorry for the killer. Section 0 was extremely good at what it did. Counter act cyber terrorism of any kind. 'Cry havoc! Let loose the dogs of war'. She shook her head at the quote. She'd been reading too much in her spare time.
Walking out of the crime scene, Jamison moved over to her car. She got in the black SUV and started it up. A mountain of paperwork awaited her. And sending that blood sample too. But first, she needed a cup of dark roast coffee.
The office called to her, but Jamison needed to step away from the case. Like she guessed, her soloing on Gravity Zero had changed into a team effort. Analyst were pulling together everything that had anything that smelled of Gravity Zero while agents were following up on leads with whatever means necessary. It was an awesome responsibility. An agent could do everything from pull information bypassing lawful means to interrogating suspects. Some took advantage of the system, but Section 0's internal inspectors kept everything in check. However, the inspectors knew better than to keep agents on too short of leash. Too much and the efficiency would go down.
Tonight, however, Jamison was heading out. A rather rare adventure since she joined the Section. After playing with Sierra some more, they agreed to meet in person. Something Jamison never thought she'd ever agree to do. Initially, she should've said no. Keep gaming and life separate. They got along well though. Jamison played regularly with a very small select group of players. However, she played with Sierra most often. They hadn't lost a single match, which made their teammates happy. Free loaders riding the work of the skilled. Nothing you could do about that though.
Finding herself standing before the Burst Galaxy Bar, she regarded the building. It was elegant yet urban. Doing her research of the place before hand, she knew this bar didn't let the common rubble in. Affluent, influential, and intrepid. That's how she'd describe the clientele this bar attracted. Given the twenty-three age restriction, the younger crowd dilemma was all but eliminated. Admittedly, Jamison herself didn't belong here. She had significant influence and connections to the upper echelon of society. She was extremely good at her job. What she didn't have was the discretionary funds. She didn't have the capital to be considered 'average' for a place like this. Jamison dressed like she normally did on a day off with her rich brown hair tied in a messy bun. She didn't know what to expect at a place like this. Hopefully they gave points for the attitude.
Entering the bar, she walked towards the door attendant. "I'm meeting a friend here. Sierra."
The attendant gave her a once over. She wanted to punch him straight in the fucking jaw. "ID please."
Jamison made sure to hand over her civilian ID.
Checking it through a scanner, the attendant handed it back to her. "Head on in. Welcome to the Burst Galaxy Bar."
Moving through the space, it was way nicer than her normal frequented locations. The party, sex, and drugs vibe was missing, which she didn't mind at all. It wasn't her cup of tea to begin with. Her eyes scanned the room. Looking for someone that matched the description Sierra gave her.
Moving towards the bar area, she caught sight of someone matching the description. The mask was the last give away. Why did the woman have to wear a mask? The thought plagued Jamison's thoughts as she neared. Other than that, Jamison was surprised - relieved - to see that her meet up wasn't some ogre that pretended to be someone they weren't. If this was Sierra, she actually looked ... nice.
"Excuse me? Are you Sierra?" The woman was already sipping on a drink throw a straw that slipped underneath her mask. Jamison did feel a bit childish for asking the question. "Does Cypher ring a bell? If not, I've got the wrong person."
@Dewey Deftones
Let's go with Talon then. I've been meaning to explore their side of the story too. There doesn't seem to be much info about them. Maybe we can make it up as we go? Right off the bat, I'd think they'd have financial backing from really prominent companies and steal what they need. Some countries as well, but I'd think many countries would be against them due to their violent history.
I'm thinking we start incorporating Talon recruiters into the mix. They'd probably be going for individuals who've distinguished themselves, even if said individuals may not agree with their methods. Think Shepard working with Cerberus in Mass Effect. Something like that.
Posted finally!
Let's go with Talon then. I've been meaning to explore their side of the story too. There doesn't seem to be much info about them. Maybe we can make it up as we go? Right off the bat, I'd think they'd have financial backing from really prominent companies and steal what they need. Some countries as well, but I'd think many countries would be against them due to their violent history.
I'm thinking we start incorporating Talon recruiters into the mix. They'd probably be going for individuals who've distinguished themselves, even if said individuals may not agree with their methods. Think Shepard working with Cerberus in Mass Effect. Something like that.
Posted finally!
It didn't take a trained physician to know that was a bad idea. Even with the expertise that Angela possessed, a human being could only push him or herself so far. Certainly, a person's breaking point varied. Some push themselves to unimaginable feats while others failed from the get go. It was how you perceived the challenge that would determine how successful you'd be. However, if the body couldn't keep up with the mind, that was how mistakes happened.
Fareeha shook her head and was about to voice her disagreement, but Angela had already started the process. Unable to do anything but wait in silence, she gripped Angela's hand. The pain was painted clear on Angela's face. Whatever the nano machines or whatever the doctor used did, whatever pain felt from the recovery wasn't mitigated. Fareeha supposed there were trade offs to the miracle medicine. Efficacy in lieu of comfort. It wasn't such a bad a trade off all things considered. It would've just been an added bonus. Fareeha was certainly thankful for the technology, even if Angela was the only one who could use it.
Painful moments passed until Angela finally opened her eyes. Though she looked fine, Fareeha's bubble of worry had yet to pop. Letting Angela's hand go, she watched intently as the doctor tried to stand up. The telltale signs of nausea and dizziness assailed the doctor as she sat back down.
Fareeha grimaced. She reached out and rested her hand on Angela's lap. She fixed her with the best 'try that again, and I'll knock you out' look. "This is different. You were wounded. I doubt you were when fixing him up. You rest up. You hear? I don't need Swiss brass drilling me with questions. I can't let anything happen to you. Permanently anyway." Looking back at her healing ribs, Fareeha exhaled. "I could never ask you to heal me in your condition. You have nothing to be sorry for."
Trying to shift in her cot, Fareeha bit her tongue as acute pain flamed through her midsection. She laid back down and moved as little as possible. She chuckled. "I would offer you the cot," she said. She looked around. All the medical personnel were occupied. "What can I do for you, Angela? I'll do what I can."
Fareeha shook her head and was about to voice her disagreement, but Angela had already started the process. Unable to do anything but wait in silence, she gripped Angela's hand. The pain was painted clear on Angela's face. Whatever the nano machines or whatever the doctor used did, whatever pain felt from the recovery wasn't mitigated. Fareeha supposed there were trade offs to the miracle medicine. Efficacy in lieu of comfort. It wasn't such a bad a trade off all things considered. It would've just been an added bonus. Fareeha was certainly thankful for the technology, even if Angela was the only one who could use it.
Painful moments passed until Angela finally opened her eyes. Though she looked fine, Fareeha's bubble of worry had yet to pop. Letting Angela's hand go, she watched intently as the doctor tried to stand up. The telltale signs of nausea and dizziness assailed the doctor as she sat back down.
Fareeha grimaced. She reached out and rested her hand on Angela's lap. She fixed her with the best 'try that again, and I'll knock you out' look. "This is different. You were wounded. I doubt you were when fixing him up. You rest up. You hear? I don't need Swiss brass drilling me with questions. I can't let anything happen to you. Permanently anyway." Looking back at her healing ribs, Fareeha exhaled. "I could never ask you to heal me in your condition. You have nothing to be sorry for."
Trying to shift in her cot, Fareeha bit her tongue as acute pain flamed through her midsection. She laid back down and moved as little as possible. She chuckled. "I would offer you the cot," she said. She looked around. All the medical personnel were occupied. "What can I do for you, Angela? I'll do what I can."
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