BigPapaBelial

Nightmares

John made his way off the alternate way down to the base. And looked about curiously, tapping into the extensive set of maps, schematics and contractor's sketches for the base. His squad would be housed in Barracks building C9, near the PT field. He looked through the maps, figured out where he is, then started in the direction he thought the barracks are supposed to be in.

Down a sidewalk he went, picking his way along carefully. Stepping out of the way of soldiers and base staff, getting odd looks every time he does so as the people he stepped around or out of the way for, immediately stopped in their tracks and watched the heavily modified post human soldier as he walked off. The general news that the Nightmare Protocol is up and running and the first twelve squads are being formed up, has already gone out. But people actually seeing them is something else. He saw it in passing as he walked, but didn't pay it too much mind. The military psychologist he had talked to for several months after coming out of augmentation had said people like him would be seen as freaks for awhile. The Nightmares would be seen as something inhuman for awhile. And it'd take them a little while to be considered part of society again. Looks and hushed whispers would be part of life for awhile until everyone is accepted.

Until then John was okay with getting stared at. The simple fact is, he decided to make this change. And become what he is now. For all these people who stared and whispered.

Finally John made his way out from between two large pre-fab buildings. And found himself looking out at the huge open area that made up the Physical Training field. Two hundred meters by two hundred meters of carefully set down artificial turf. And enough room for several squads of flesh and blood soldiers to do their thing. He wondered if the Nightmare squads would end up using it, they would need to keep their flesh parts healthy, but their augmetics wouldn't need it at all.

As he stood there for a moment he watched some unaugmented soldiers running laps, and he had to smile a little. He could never have done what he's doing now, if he had volunteered for the regular army. He'd never have made it as a regular soldier at all. Deep in thought he didn't see some of the soldiers pointing at him, some of them murmuring about how they thought they didn't need these enhanced beasts in any shape or form. Some of them began to form a small mob. And moving across the field towards the currently lone Nightmare. Some just wanted to see one of these guys up close. Several others wanted to see if they could turn this tall beast of a man into their bitch, turn one of these half machines into a base wide joke.

John didn't notice their approach until they were within the ten meters of him.

He did everything his training told him to do. He dropped his bags to his sides. And sent out a wireless call for help to any nearby Nightmare units. Better to fight as one then fight alone. That's what the training had told him. Next his eyes and ears quickly catalogued all he saw. All of the soldiers are unarmed, they were all strong and powerful men, but nothing compared to him, they weren't Faithful, they weren't there to kill him. He dialed back the power in his limbs, if it did come to a fight he wouldn't be breaking arms with a touch. He again sent out another pulse asking for assistance, tagging onto it that he's in squad N3 and would love if his squadmates were to show up and help him.

What clenched John's worry though is when one of the soldiers calls out to him as the soldier rubs his hands together, "Hey Tin Can, what the hell are you doing here?" John almost felt like he could feel his circuitry popping. He hadn't thought being called a Tin Can would tick him off so much, Aggression protocols in his central control node starting to fire off. John had to grit his teeth to try and keep the rage boiling up in him, rage that is supposed to be only for Faithful soldiers, from overflowing. He looked at the soldier, the poor guy being labeled as the small twenty man mobs leader. John tried his best not to let his anger show in his voice, "I've been stationed here soldier. Just like you. Just like everyone who's here to fight Faithful." Another soldier snorted and called out, "Fuck that Tinny. We don't need you freaks here." And all John could think of for a few brief moments, was the correct position he needed to cant his left wrist at to pop that super sharp combat knife out from his wrist.

He tried to look around, hoping against hope his squad mates would show up soon to pull him out of this.

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I'll hopefully have a post up come the morning.

I've had a very long day, and am fairly tired.

Nice opening posts so far.

Once we've all met up, we'll get into the meat and potatoes of this RP.

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Alright I apologize it took so long. I got held up with RL stuff.

I ask a favor of you, have your characters just arriving, or having arrived just a short time ago and getting into the base much like mine.

We can all meet up in the open before the barracks or at the barracks themselves.

We;re going to have a few posts of meeting up, getting briefed before being kitted out and sent out on our first mission.

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There are certain constants when there is war.

One of those constants is always the problem of their being spies and double agents. The United Front knew this. And thought the Nightmare Protocol is known far and wide, even by the enemy, the enemy did not know where they were based.

The United Front created several bases. Decoy bases and real bases alike. All created to mask the presence and location of the Nightmares.

Here now we find ourselves at Mount Gios Vulpes, a now extinct volcano, into which has been built one of the bases housing the Nightmares. Here, three squads call this home inbetween missions. These squads being only three of so far eighteen squads. These are the Nightmares, currently, the greatest hope for the United Front.

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"Attention, The Monorail will be arriving in 3 minutes. Please step back from the yellow line and please wait until all have disembarked before embarking."

John snapped awake as he heard this annoucement. He'd been shipped out here to Gios Vulpes after his enhancement and training had been completed. He blinked and automatically rubbed his eyes, even with them unable to feel tired since they were replaced almost a year ago, he still did something automatically. Rubbing his eyes when he felt tired is one thing. Rolling his shoulders when he is feeling tired. All those things were still automatic. Despite having had his eye replaced, losing the ability to feel them get tired. Or feeling tension in his shoulders since they were replaced almost up to his neck. These are still things he did despite becoming a Nightmare.

As the monorail coasted into the hidden station he got to his feet easily, barely noticing the movement of the train, while others on it were struggling to keep their balance his augmetics made it so he had perfect balance. He grabbed his duffle bag, and his kit bag and slung them across his shoulders. As he made his way towards the door those who were already waiting moved aside. Unspoken agreement that the Nightmare should be able to get off first running through them all. Honestly John felt just a little embarrassed about that.

As he got off the monorail he stepped out of the way of everyone getting on and off. Towering over almost all of them. Gios Vulpes, he's be meeting his squadmates here. And forming Squad N3. He pondered if he was the first or last one here. Only one way to find out.

He adjusted his bags on his shoulders, then proceeded over to one of the conveyor walkways, which would take him to the base proper. Dug right into the old magma chamber of the dead volcano. Tons upon tons of basalt having been dugout to create a sprawling hidden base. He hadn't even known it existed when he was going through training and hadn't even known when he was still a politician. Places like this existed all over the United Front, places where the Nightmares and other units were housed. Hidden from the Faithful and The Word.

John looked up sharply as the conveyor walkway brought him out into the open area within the volcano. He looked up, seeing the huge bank of lights near the peak of the volcano mouth, which provided a semblance of normal day and night light for the base. He looked down through the glass of the walkway walls. Training fields, exercise areas, outdoor meeting areas. And dozens of buildings dotted the floor of the large open area. His new home.

As the walkway changed into an escalator he started to pick his way down, passing others on the walkway, he's home. May as well get down there, find his squads barracks and see who else is here.

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No it's not going to be a solid combat RP. There will be recon, defense and other elements. No one wanted to take a less offensive role. That's fine.

And why are you expressing shame? Dude your CS is fine.

Very good thoughts there Ghost.

When I post up the first post we'll see what happens. For now though I'm going to bed. Night you two.

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I am going to rightly admit that I am tired as all hell right now. I don't think I can put together a good opening post. Not that we're going directly into battle. So I will put the opening post tomorrow morning.

But I want to run something by you guys. Base wise, where shall we be located? Metropolitian area? On a UF forward base? Or in a secret base somewhere deep behind friendly lines?

This is mostly cosmetic, as time spent on base will be limited. Still I want some input for when I start the post.

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No no, no big problem, don't worry about it. I'm just an opinionated gamer, who feels that DE:Rev was a crappy game. And everything connected to it needs to burn.

lol just me. Just me.

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And double post wooo.

I posted right over you both my apologies.

Looking good Hawlin. Very nice. As it stands I'd say that looks pretty good.

Ghost, the only thing I have a problem is that he's based off of Adam Jensen by the looks of it, kinda. That's just me though, I'm a big Dues Ex fan, and that game wrecked the franchise. But otherwise the character looks good.

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Name: John Victor Faceur

Age: 34

Gender: Male

Appearance:

In here

Used to stand a measly 5 foot 6 inches tall. But since augmentation, enhancement and training, has put on a extra foot. Under the helmet and around the removed parts of his skull and flesh are strands of dark red hair. The starting of a beard are in evidence as his time in training and augmentation has made it very hard to catch the time to shave. Very little of his lighter frame remains. Skin and cybernetics clearly show in some places, where his limbs were removed and replaced with the powerful steel and circuitry and wiring that makes him a Nightmare. Biological circuits wind their way up his body from his limbs, connecting them to the central node at the back of his neck, and leading into the central control unit inside his head. Despite all of his cunning brown eyes look out at everything around him, he has lost none of his intelligence despite everything he's been through.

Former Occupation: Politician, Holds distinction as the man who was the deciding vote to pass the Nightmare Protocol

Mode of Operation: Riflemen focus, with a Close Combat secondary role

History:

Dear fucking god what have I done to myself?

Used to sit on the United Front government council. I was at the forefront of the movement within the governing body to help us in this war. Not win it, the Faithful and the United Front have been at each others throats for centuries. At this point, just stopping the march of The Word is our biggest goal. Forget fucking winning the war. We just need to stop The Word. And the Nightmares are the way we're going to do that.

When the idea of the Nightmare Protocol was first brought forth, lots of people thought it was just a pipe dream. The idea of the Nightmares, cybernetic, physical cyborgs, loyal to the Front, unable to be turned by The Word. It sounded like fairy tales. The technology wasn't even there yet. Sure we could provide robot like prosthetics to wounded soldiers, but we didn't have the ability to remove limbs and replace them with usable limbs that were lights years stronger then the originals. But as time went on, and we saw we could do these things. I began to see the need for this to happen. It's our saving grace. This could help us get a foot forward.

So when we won the vote. I was one of the many to volunteer. I handed in my resignation as a councilor, and volunteered to the Nightmare Protocol. It was hard, damn it was hard. I did things I never figured I could do. But soon, boom, they had made a soldier out of me. Then, they made a Nightmare out of me. They took my arms, part of my brain, my legs, my eyes, ears and nose. And soon I could see, hear, smell things like never before. I could jump three stories with ease, climb sheer surfaces, and race aloing the grounds at speeds that should be impossible for a normal person. But I wasn't a normal person anymore. Going out on leave, I could see it in the eyes of the people. I was beyond human now. I truly am a Nightmare.

Loadout:

Battle rifle: .50 calibre selective fire rifle with a 3x power integrated scope, that can be wired to his eyes to reach 50x power scope. Full auto, burst, and semi-auto fire selections. 50 round magazine, 7 carried

Sidearm: burst fire combat pistol, firing .45 calibre pistol rounds. Integrated red dot collimator sight, with under barrel combat blade. 30 round bar magazines, 4 carried.

Arm sheathed 15 inch combat blades.

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And here is my character.

Nightmares IntChk

The OOC is here!