AtomicNut

Nocte of Desperatio: A PMMM-based roleplay

Can I become Meguca?

Epic City: Starburst

...Michael Bay. Not entirely intentional.

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The incessant clattering of bullets under his cover rang into Albert's ears. One of them zipped past his cheek, making a small gash in his cheek, who bled almost immediately, a stinging sensation burning in the cops mind. They won't make it at this rate. He somberly thought as he thought about the reinforcements. After all, he wasn't prepared for this kind of situation. Paramilitar troops with heavy ordinance, versus a single cop with a peashooter. There was no comparison...and yet.

Albert's eyes frowned, as he kicked a grenade they had thrown at him with the launcher, intending to flush him out of cover. Perhaps if they had thrown several, they would have suceeded. But what was prolonging the fight was the fact that these men were professionals and were not in the mood to waste ammo. Grimly, Albert thought that it was that fact why he was still breathing after the initial shootout.

He finally had to roll out of cover, bullets zipping past him, when another coordinated shot of the mercenaries blew up what was left of Officer McKenzie and the car. Up in the skies fireworks of experimental weapons met with other figures. Reinforcements? He thought to himself, but then realized. Those were just some hotshot epics. They probably couldn't win against these paramilitar forces. It was when his sight turned to the right, and he let out a gasp.

A propane blowtorch.

He could be dead at any moment any kind of bullet hit the container, but miracously, it did not so. He gently nudged the cylinder, its tip aiming at him. He gripped a nearby crowbar in his free hand. "Alright. Time to pay the piper." He said somberly, as he smashed the valve with all his might, releasing a stream of propane, and propelling the bottle at dangerous speed. It hit one of the goons in the legs, smashing his femur into smithereens and making him painfully drop down to the ground in agony. The bottle kept uncontrollably spinning, as the remaining soldiers grunted and attempted to fire.

"Hold your fire that's pro-" A harsh voice could be heard, before the inevitable happened.

"Woah." Albert said, as he took cover from the resulting fireball, the Kryptonians now flailing in fire shooting at random directions. He steeled himself, as he gripped his gun. Half of his shots remaining. He took aim once more. He fired, decisively. One shot, one headshot, the confusion being his ally.

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@AtomicNut
That comes later. From my understanding, he wouldn't get put right in no matter his skills. Needs to prove he's able first.

@Old Amsterdam

Yeah. Well, he's having one hell of a trial.

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@AtomicNut@Regitnui@Mercenary Lord

Back up's on the way... I hope you won't mind me throwing the PART into the mix

Also, I wouldn't mind @Regitnui@Old Amsterdam you guys making Teagan an official member of the ECPD IC whenever you think is best

I'll be going to bed now... Gotta rest those suffering digits

@ihinka

To be fair, i think i goofed up and Albert should've been transferred to PART. I mean he's one hell of a sniper.

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Name:Albert David Wolfe
Alias (if any):Gungnir

Age:45

Faction: Normal - War Veteran and Hero

Personality: Al is a somber man, cynical to the extreme. He clearly cares little about mincemeating when speaking his opinion out loud and spares no one of his verbal lashing. His usual gruff demeanour is only a consequence of how war-scarred and emotionally numb he is, having grown a thick shell to protect his sanity over the years. Beneath all that, however, lies the once gentle nature of a man who wanted to do what was right for others, and that he would protect the weak with his own strength. Having said that, kids and generally youngsters are exempt from his cynical demeanour, and he has always time to lecture the young about the ways of the world.

Appearance: Albert is a grizzled middle aged man, with graying sideburns on his otherwise brown hair. Despite the surgence of wrinkles and the scars that pepper his entire face and body, he is still a bit of a rough handsome devil with blue eyes. Of average height and constitution, he usually wears a checkered sweater with a shirt, jeans and boots whenever he's off duty. On duty... well whatever his current chief says he has to wear. He carries a butterfly knife at all times, a gift from a fellow comrade-in-arms.

Background: Albert was born in some small town in North England. For the most part, his childhood was humble, but pretty uneventful.
Just daily routines and chores, and perhaps the odd troublemaking or two. Born the eldest of three, Albert also learned from an early age the responsibility of protecting and teaching the younger. He mused in his infantile behaviour, that perhaps his calling in life was a teacher. However, when the Starbursts happened, his entire world vanished in a single night. His town was ravaged by monsters when he was on a field trip with many others as a teenager. His entire family perished.

The shock made him reconsider his calling in life, and after he hit the legal adult age after being put under estate care, the young man jumped in the armed forces as a sniper, who were bearing the strain of trying to hold the monsters off all while waiting for the Epics to take them out. Over and over again, he tossed himself in the battlefield with his many comrades, knowing that he could not win, only buy time and act as a human shield for the civilians to be spared of the brunt of the clash of monstrous beings versus the Epics. He never faltered. He never truly surrendered nor despaired. The hellish battlefield, and seeing comrades being replaced by new faces over and over again only made him more resolute. His rank ballooned up, mainly because field promotions were abundant in such a chaotic scenario.

And then, just as he was about to break, he managed to do the impossible. He managed to take out monsters with only his grit, his men,
and decidedly inferior firepower. The events were rare and isolate enough to be noticed, much less alter the course of the war, but the deed had been done. Sooner than later, Albert was approached by his superiors, and decided to lend him to other places and battlefields in the world, usually where the worst situation was.

It was then when Albert broke. He broke two things. First of all, the preconception of Epics as untouchable, and second of them, the world record on sniping distance, as he put away a maddened Epic with a single headshot far from his reach. For his gruesome deed, the propaganda machine churned out a name for him. Gungnir, spear of Odin. He always found that nickname too pretentious, but he conceded, if only because it would lift up the spirit of his comrades in arms.

However, the victories he had won were phyrric, and in the end, the reality forced the governments to shut down the insane operations that had ordered Albert to do, specially after the show of power by the High Epics in Manhattan, which drove deep the point on how badly outclassed normal people were. Albert was relieved from duty, and with great honors. But the man couldn't stay idle. All those years in the battlefield, and knowing that somehow, the battle still raged on.

It was then when he heard about a certain ECPD department in Manhattan that could use people like him...

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All hail Officer McKenzie. We hardly knew ye.

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Al's eyes squinted eyeing one of the figures. That couldn't be a militar could he? WHat was he...oh. He noticed a second afterwards the kind of weapon that was fired, before yelling "BLIMEY! Grenade!" He urged as he jumped out and pushed his fellow officer out of the car, before jumping away and rolling sideways, the explosion of debris peppering his back with shrapnel and cuts. Once again, his reflexes honed in years inside the battlefield had saved him from certain death. He eyed at his partner.

He had not been so lucky, as a shrapnel injury had penetrated through his eye, killing him almost instantly. Flipping his still working radio, Al didn't even think when he made the callsign, his hand already reaching for the gun. "This is officer Wolfe. We're being assaulted by paramilitar troops at the docks. Officer McKenzie has given his life in the line of duty. Bring reinforncements... and corpse bags." He said, in a harsh raspy voice, as he took aim. His arm wobbled, the wreck and flames of the explosion playing on his senses. The target was armored, with hi tech gear.

A difficult shot. But not for him. For a brief second, memories of the war surfaced. He pressed the trigger, his assailant aiming his rifle. The bullet's entry point was neat, right between the eyes and nose. The sweet spot. The attacking grunt fell to the ground with a thud, without twitching even.

"SHIT! SNIPE-" One of his colleagues added, this time firing at the man successfully. His fate was no diferent, a second shot grazing his neck, while Albert struggled to cover under the gunfire, using the car as a wreck. He clenched his teeth. Alright, you want a fight with the Law? You got one. I ain't reading your rights, you murderers. Furious thoughts assaulted him as he thought how to acquire a better tactical position and maneuver through the unfavorable odds.
@Regitnui@Mercenary Lord

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@AtomicNut They're like mints. You can rid the world of as many as you like without getting a bad taste in your mouth.

Though you're unlikely to win this.

@Regitnui

Well, it's not much as winning but more like surviving.

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I wonder, is it okay to take down a few Kryptonites?