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Raven Squad: Second Storm (Military/Spy-Fi RP) (COMPLETED)

Upon a Dream we Hope

Freya - Somewhere In Japanese Airspace

The Big woman shifted. Her face quite firmly in palm.

She'd shown weakness. Now she'd be okay showing weakness to her teammates, everyone is human.

But no, she had shown weakness to the last people you want to show it too.

Her siblings!

On the other end of the call she can hear her sister Athena and her brother Jamie talking about how they're going to be preping to head to Finland ASAP. It's clear Athena is again off getting some clout, as she's speaking on speaker phone somehow. But Jamie sounded clear enough. He might be back home for all she knows. But oh no she's never going to live this down.

Last thing you want to do is show weakness in the presense of your siblings! They will use that against you like the Germans used chemical weapons during WW1. She sighed then continued again into the call, "Mom...Papa...please...we're going to land in Tokyo here in abit...just we need help please. And I need clothes." Victor nods, "We'll meet you in Finland my dear girl. Just hold out."

We're a Family...dysfunctional but still a family
Jamie Kanatariio - Perth, Australia

A klaxon caused the entire base to freeze.

The speed of the alarm said it's important.

A gruff voice hit the PA system of the base a moment or so later, "Now hear this, now hear this. Operative BG has been put out of action, Operative BG is out of action. Medical Team Julius report to Station 4 with full inventory."

A unit of medics quickly starts to gather everything they need for a trip out.

The PA blares again, "Sniper Units two through five report to Station 4 ASAP. Light Infantry Units two and seven, Heavy Infantry Units one and nine, anti-armor unit nineteen report to Station Four ASAP. Scout Sniper Unit one report to Station Four."

In another part of the base Two Giants and four people of a more regular height march down some corridors. One of the smaller folks looking over a Tablet, "They're going to land in Haneda, they're going to have to land in Haneda before they can make the last jump to Pöyrisjärvi. And even then the refueling at Haneda may take abit. The JSDF may want to talk shop for all we know." The tall male Giant, grumbles, "I don't like it, is this Artemis? I swear to the gods we had a hand in icing them, didn't we?" The other giant, a lovely woman of statuesque loveliness snorts, "Like Rats or Cockroaches my love. They don't stay away. Either way, Carl, Ross, Andrew, and Nolan, get the teams squared away and on one of our Galaxies. I want to be in the air quickly."

The four smaller men nodded, one of the more lithe of them saying, "I'll put in a call home, see if we can't get a few favors cashed and get an aeriel refuel, so we don't need to land a refuel ourselves." The giants and others nod, "Good thinking." Said yet another of them, looking like Carl Cardinal, the fellow Raven had met back in Singapore. He reached over and pulled his friend and endless teammate to the side, "Come on Ross we got infantry to please up." And the pair went one way, while Andrew and the fourth man saluted Natalie and Victor before going another.

The Son The Scion

Big Bad Son

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fdBBM_d3jlc&ab_channel=GeoffCastellucci

The mountain of a young man had made his way directly to the Armor Shack as soon as the announcements on the PA system had been made. People had spread before him like the Red Sea. It's not easy being one of the Top Kick in Blue Sword, not when your parents set the standard, and your siblings can do as much damage as you can, and on a good day, the spot can switch within a couple of hours. But that's part of the fun of it.

The tides of mercenaries parted before the mountain of a man, until he entered the Armor Shack, the place all the heavies in the company kept their armors and weapons. There he began to pack his kit up into the proper crates.

As he does his father, Victor, walks in and watches him silently. After abit the older giant growls, "You know you don't have to go. I'd wager Athena will be there, and Raven will also have some back ups coming along too." He stepped in and over to one of two suits that hung on chains, that hadn't really moved in a good long time. Looking up at it. Jamie came over to stand by his father, coiling up a length of cord meant to connect his suits pieces together, "I know, but you heard her in that phone call Dad. She needs help. I'm not going to leave my sister in the lurch." Victor nods, looking up at the Brutal Suit, "I know...I wish I was young again so I could march out there in this suit and pull the heads off the people who hurt my little girl." He looks to Jamie and nods, "You all do me and your mom proud you know." Jamie smiles and the two men share a warm quiet moment.

The PA then blares, "All units to ship out to Finland, report to Station four in twenty minutes. Wheels up in thirty minutes. Repeat..." Jamie nods, "I'll see you there dad. I want to get crated up." Victor nods and heads out the door, "Don't take too long son!" He shouts then he's out and around the corner.

Jamie smiles, looking over at his own suit, as he starts to crate it up correctly, "No long at all. then I'm going to hurt people who hurt my sister. Hope Athena is quick, I'm not going to leave anyone for her this time." He lifted a double bladed axe, hefting it, then with an easy motion, "I'm gonna Thorngle someone good."

It'd be a short while later that Jamie walks out into the muster point at Site Four, where the infantry teams are loading supply crates and weapons crates into a waiting Lockheed Martin C5 Galaxy. Jamie places his kit with the crates and then walks over to the waiting Brass of Blue Sword, his parents and uncles. All six of them gesturing to the items.

Jamie snaps a salute, "Operative Super Heavy Scion reporting, and requesting permission to join the operation, Sirs and Madam." The six turn. Carl and Ross trading a look. Andrew and Nolan the sniper trainers narrowing their eyes as they look Jamie over. Finally it's Colonel Denisova-Kanatariio, Jamie's mother who rumbles, "Operative Scion, you are hereby seconded to Raven while Operative Big Gurl, is undergoing proper healing. Help the rest of the team load up, and when we're wheels up in..." She checks her watch, and Victor cuts in, "Eight minutes." Natalie nodding, "Eight minutes, you will board up. Good luck..." She swallows thickly, "My son. And I'm proud of you for stepping up." Jamie snaps another salute as the six brass salute back.

The young Giant turns and goes to help the Boys. Carl whispering, "Those three...if they wanted too...could rule the fucking world." Ross sighing and nodding, "Thank god they had a good up bringing." Victor shakes his head, "A good up bringing would have been no fighting, but they turned out right...fuck it let's finish this catalogue. I wanna go see my baby girl!" Four echoed, "Yes sir!" rolled through the four smaller folks.

Only a matter of time now.

Omake - Non Canon - The Sibs have a moment

Jamie edges carefully down the halls of Blue Sword HQ in Perth, Australia. The Base is calm mostly at the moment, and people are going about their business. And seeing one or two of the infamous Kanatariio siblings making their way through the base isn't exactly a strange thing. And no one really bats at eye to see the middle kid making his way around the base, no one seems to really bat an eye at him seeming to be a little cagey though. But no one really tries to stop the young man.

Especially when Athena walks up and gives him a push, "Come on! We need to find Freya!" Jamie staggers forward out into the intersection of the hallway, "Cut it out sis, we know where she is." He grumbles and turns to head towards Freya's apartment down the way.

It takes them a few minutes, but the pair finally reach Freya's apartment, and after a little work, kneeling in front of the door, Jamie picks the lock. Standing up he grips the knob and makes a counting gesture from three with his free hand. Then throws open the door.

In the time it takes for him to open the door, and take a long leaping step into the room he sees a few things. His big sister looking sad and down, the state of a woman who is NOT having a good day. A depressive state. But before he can react to that what he was going to say originally bursts out of his mouth, "What would you do if..." Landing on the floor he groans gently then continues "ah feck you're depressed..." He rubs the bridge of his nose and sighs, and can feel when Athena peeks around the door frame and sees what he does.

Jamie sighs, "Okay fine, get dressed, comb your hair, we're gonna go off base for some ice cream, Micky Dicks and a massage. Come on quick, before Dad or any of the uncles see you like this." Athena leans forward, "Come on sis, let's get you moving, you remember what happened last time Uncle Andrew found you like this." Freya lets out a shiver, "He dragged me out of here by my ankle and took me shopping...and was like a mother hen the whole time...all fussy..." Jamie nods, "Yep, better us then him come on! Thena, get in here and help her get dressed. I'll keep watch, last thing I need is to see my sister getting dressed...again!"

Athena slips into the room then and helps get Freya up and moving. While Jamie stands outside the door, arms crossed, like a bastion against curious onlookers. He looks around then eeps, "Thena...Frey...hurry up! Uncle Nolan and Uncle Andrew are down the hall!" Athena shouting, "We're trying! Come on Freya! Get you big booty moving!"

And soon the three are stomping down the hall, fleeing the approach of the two elder snipers. Nolan having stopped with Andrew at his side. Nolan's left eye twitching slightly in annoyance, "This family...makes me want to murder people..." He spins on his heel and heads the other way, away from the retreating forms of the Siblings Kanatariio. Andrew just rubs his forehead, this being honestly a common occurrence around here if he's being kind.

Raven Squad: Second Storm (Military/Spy-Fi RP) (COMPLETED)

Ban Kingo aka Shimura

Name: Ban Kingo

Age: 41

Appearance: Standing some 6 feet 3 inches tall, with a broad shouldered well muscled build. Fine muscle definition and a rough appearance. Hair reaching just about middle neck length in a sheet of black, silky locks. Silver eyes, and a thin mouth with a ready frown, grimace or smile depending on the moment. His left hand is graced with three missing finger tips. His right cheek has a knife scar, and just under his left eye is notes of where he took a punch that ripped open his cheek, any higher and he might have lost his eye. The front of his upper jaw has evidence of having lost a fair amount of teeth as the front five teeth are replaced with silver replacements.

Face Shot

The Tattoo on his back

Tattoo on his right arm

Tattoos on his left arm

Nationality: Japanese Ex-pat

Callsign: "Shimura"

Skills:

Accomplished Cook - Went to School and took classes in many things. Law, and Business Management mostly, but one of the classes that surprised his Oyabun was the many classes he took in cooking, everything from Short Order Cooking to Gourmet cooking. He's a whiz with a wok, and can wield filet knife like a rapier. And can turn out some prime dishes everything from sushi to an amazing steak. He even knows how to handle pufferfish.

Martial Arts - And a variety of them too. Has been trained by his former clan members in the use of the Sai, Bo, Wakazashi and Iaido Katana arts. As well as Goju-ryu style Karate, and Okinawan style Judo. Making him quite an accomplished fighter in close quarters.

Small Arms knowledge - His Yakuza clan tended to shy away from the use of guns and rifles. But in modern times it doesn't help much to completely ignore them. As such he has knowledge in semi-automatic rifles, and machine pistols. Though perfers not to use them.

Drama abilities - Much to his former clans chagrin, Ban has a taste for and some really amazing skills in Noh and Kabuki actting. He made some of his best money by actting in Modern day Noh and Kabuki theatre.

I know a Guy - He's been around abit. And when the team enters a new country, he tends to say, "Hey I know a guy." And then vanish for an hour. And after abit return with some local gangster or mafia member, that has some information on what they are heading into.

History: Before joining Foxtrot Oscar and then Raven Squad, Ban had been almost life long Yakuza. His father had been Yakuza, and his grandfather too. His Grandfather, helped the Americans to track down and take Hideki Tojo down. His father helped the Amagi clan, part of the Yamaguchi Family ring to stay under the radar into modern day times. Ban was no less a Yakuza. Raised beside other Yakuza kids, learning to fight and steal and kill. Eatting beside tattooed up Yakuza and getting cuffed upside the head by many of his "uncles" in the Clan when he did something stupid, only to get cuffed again when his father got his turn.

So when he was old enough he joined the ranks. And became a tattooed yakuza as well. Working closely with several of his other yakuza kids, running arcades, plinko stalls and shaking down people who would open shops in the Amagi territory who wouldn't pay protection. He was shown no favors for his father being the top earner of his generation. Ban had to do it all like everyone else did. Eventually he would run his own three story arcade on the edge of Amagi Territory in their entertainment row.

He'd been watching the safe back at Amagi HQ when someone brazenly busted in, and with a shotgun, had blown Ban off his feet then robbed the place. Killing one of their number in the process. As Ban and the others were still alive they were held responsible. They should have sold their lives. But it had happened to quick. Ban offered to take the full punishment, and asked that the other three who had failed not be punished too heavily. He was ordered to cut three finger tips. Without hesitation he did so. Three quick cuts with a dagger, and he was bandaged up by the clan doctor.

A few years later he was accused of embezzling from the Clan, to which he vehemently argued against. He'd never do anything like that. Life long Amagi that he was. But as the evidence was against his he said he'd do the greatest thing, and would take exile. His father and grandfather would not turn their back so quickly though. He left the clan that day but his father and grandfather gave him money and supplies and sent him abroad. A sword, the Kingo family sword, and money and clothing.

Off he'd go and some time later be found in a German bar, having just cut down three german gangsters after a fight.

Since Raven

It's been a few years now since Ban's time in Raven. He got out, served his time with Raven. But to get out truly and try and get his old life back which was his goal for the longest time, he made a deal with Skye. He'd be free and clear, except for sometime, someday, who knows when truly, she may call on him. And he'd answer.

Since then Ban Kingo returned to Japan, much augmented from the time in Raven, but still wearing his own skin and tattoos. He marched to Kiyose city, into Amagi territory, and after some trials, was given an audience with the Amagi Oyabun, where Ban revealed a tale. His time away from the Clan, what he did with Raven, thr honor he heaped on his family and the Clans names.

He shouted his innocence foe that moment so long ago. And finally showed his loyalty to the Amagi code, by revealing he still wore his ink, and could still wield the Kingo blade despite the lost fingers. The Oyabun took some time, all while Ban sat and knelt in the seize posti9n waiting and listening. By the end of the day, Ban fought three duels, with boken of course no one wanted to die that day. His time away from the Clan, the honor he'd gained, the clan elders pronounced him cleansed of his false punishment, welcomed him back into the clan. His father had grabbed him in a near choking hug, and said his departed grandfather would have been proud.

This marked his return to Amagi group life. And gaining the nickname among the younger and elder groups "The Reforged Blade".

Ban resumed his place running his pachinko parlor and gambling den. His honor restored and back among his family.

But always his promise to Skye waited. The red headed warrior woman. A story he told to his subordinates.

Personality: Ban still adheres to the Amagi code. Which is a mix of Yakuza life style and old Bushido honor. He can be gruff and angry and mean on the battle field. He has a mission to do, and that's what he;s there for. He will not attack an unarmed opponent, and will perfer to use his sword and Martial Arts to fight rather then a gun. But when he fights he fights to win and survive. And he fights to the death. There is no mercy to be had between warriors. Off the field he can be kind, generous and loves to eat, joke and work out. If he's not in the base kitchen cooking something for the team, he can be found in the training room, boken in hand practicing, or going through Kata, or working at one of the machines. Always trying to improve. He can also often be found in the auditorium putting on a solo Kabuki or Noh show for anyone who just wants to sit and watch.

Tactical Suit: The Ronin suit. A complex yet simple modern take on the Samurai armor concept. Ceramic over Kevlar plates in a chest plate, with kevlar pants, and leg wraps and SWAT style sneakers. A padded Haori and padded Hakama tucked into the kevlar leg wraps.

He'll also wear Kabuki style paint on his face that gives him a very off putting look. A wide brimmed steel conical coolie style hat completes the look.

Armor Image

Some of the face paint styles Ban wears

Hat Style

Weapons:

Kingo Family Katana - Given to him when exiled from the Amagi Clan, since then updated and enhanced. Honed through science and augmentation into an incerdibly sharp Mono-edge. The edge of it a single atom/particle thin, so sharp to be able to cut through and likely get stuck in 2 inchs of tempered steel.

Steyr TMP style Machine Pistol - A high cap magazine inside a TMP style Machine pistol for rapid fire high volume fire in those times that he can't use his sword. A white colored laser sight attached to help with aiming.

ACE 52 style semi-auto rifle - Something with some kick for those times he isn't right on the front line and can use his blade or MP.

Equipment:

Physical Augmetics - Has been worked on by some of the leading biotech firms, out of Japan and America. All of his augments are housed in his shoulders, arms and legs mostly with a few blended into his chest and back muscles. They are designed less for making him beefier and to stand out. But more to give him faster reflexes, speed and strength in his actions. Making him generally faster in movement, allowing him to quickly use his sword and react to things going on around him. These augments have also been placed in his back and neck as well ad a cranial that allowed him to process the environment at a faster pace. He's as much machine now as man.

Standard survival kit, water, and food.

Medical First Aid kit for battle field staunching of minor injuries.

Standard medium combat kit, grenades, frag and HE 2 of each, ammo, smoke grenades two of each, a trio of NineBang flash grenades. A single breacher charge.

Minor repair kits for weapons and armor.

Hobbies:

Kabuki and Noh Performance - Will often put on solo shows of both Noh and Kabuki style acts. Either the soft traditional Noh style, white face mask actting out a dramatic showing. Or, a rowdy, loud and rough Kabuki act, free and freeing.

Cooking - Ban absolutely loves to cook. If he hadn't been expected to run some business for the Clan he would have started his own cafe or Izakaya. He cooks some really incredible dishes and will often waylay their cooks, and end up making multi course meals for the team.

Reading - Has a well thumbed copy of the Book of Five Rings, Sun Tzu's works, Confucius' work and several Bushido books. he also loves Japanese style fiction novels. And often can be found laughing at some of the badly written tropes in them.

Has been trying to teach himself how to play the Shamisen and the Biwa

Likes:

A fine Sake.

Well made food.

Good friends.

The Honor of a good fight.

Dislikes:

Dishonorable motives.

People willing to manipulate others.

Honorless combat.

A Taste of the past

Name: Jamie Cole Kanatariio

Age: 24

Appearance:

Massive.

A good way to describe this man. Like his mother and his father, both legends of height, power and strength. Jamie himself inherited that. Topping out at near just short of 8 feet tall. Broad shouldered, powerfully muscled from head to toe. It's all meant for power and strength rather then body building, though if he wanted too he could put some of those sculpted fellas to shame. A head og long dark tresses shower down his back, reminiscent of his dear father, but he keeps his up in a top knot, or tucked up into the back of his helmet depending on the situation. Piercing grey eyes with flecks of bronze lookout around him, and naturally leather toned skin. Callused hands used to work, with the cuts and slashes and gashes on them that denote someone who works with tools and blades regularly.

Nationality: American/Russian/Norwegian joint citizenship

Callsign: Scion

Skills:

Natural Strength - Brought up by two people who prized their ability of natural strength, Jamie is no different, his lifting ability is incredible, he can toss 300+ pounds over his head with relative ease, carrying heavy loads by hand easily.

It All Rubbed off - Determination, Strength, Loyalty and Perseverance have been drummed into him by his parents and Uncles from Blue Sword. He will never give up no matter the situation.

Heavy Weapon Handling - And we're not talking SAWs or grenade launchers, though those have their place. We're talking things like the M134 and the GAU-19 which he can handle with relative ease really.

Trained Hard - A style of Karate, Brazilian jiu jitsu, though he doesn't favor it, his mother taught him swords, his father taught him the gunstock club. If need be he wouldn't need a gun to put down an enemy.

History:

You ever hear the saying, "It's interesting growing up under the wing of a dragon"? Well Jamie did that and more. He grew up under the wings of two Dragons. Two of the names that brought the idea of special outfits like Raven, and Scimitar into being. Not only that he was trained by two of the original Heavy Juggernauts themselves when they joined the Dragon's side. A pair of dragons and a pair of Drakes. Standing side by side.

The outfit before this, Blue Sword, run out of Perth, Australia. One of the premier Private Mercenary Companies in the world, the CO before the Dragons came in is lost ot history overshadowed now by the Dragons. Who are they? Victor Kanatariio and Natalie Kanatariio nee Denisova. And the Drakes? Carl Cardinal and Ross Henderson, the two original Juggernauts that the American army fielded some almost 30 years ago now.

It was into this that Jamie was born, under the wings of Dragons and Drakes. Trained with his sisters, and in the art of combat by some of the best, and alognsome of the best.

But as time went on, Blue Sword atleast for Jamie kind of grew old. So he went to his commanding officers his parents, and uncles and presented an idea. he wanted to see how other outfits worked. Compare them to Blue Sword, learn new skills. The quartet working so close knew tons about all manner of outfits forming. And they did some politicking. Got in contact with people they knew. And had Jamie made known to the newly formed Raven. And soon he was on a plane to the new base to meet the new crew. A crew that didn't know much about his past and wouldn't treat him like the son of legends.

After Raven

After his stint in Raven, Jamie returned to Perth and there rejoined BlueSword, reentering the mercenary company, joining the Heavy division, back under the watch of his parents and Uncles.

There he'd excel as expected, joining missions and operations with the mercy by day, by night at his apartment on base, and in the evening checking in on his parents and helping to run the Company as best he can.

Personality: Jamie happens to be quite well socialized. A jolly, kind and happy young man. Has quite a dirty mouth on him which just stems from the fact he grew up around mercenaries. A story is, one of his first words was, "FUBAR!" followed a few days later by "Fuck!" Which caused his father to laugh for 7 minutes straight. His mother was torn between tanning the hide of the merc that taught him that, smacking his dad, or laughing along. On the field he's business first, but has been known to crack a pun or add a witty limerick here and there.

Tactical Suit:

Son of Brutal

A derivative suit created under the picky eyes of his parents. The Son of Brutal is a powered armor that gives near full protection except for some weaker joints and the power pack on the back of the suit. A combination of ceramic plates, armored alloys and spacing allows the armor to survive up to 40mm rounds. Though some Anti Material rounds give it a hard time. Nor can it stand up to sustained punishment. But luckily it's power supply can be shunted into allowing Jamie to run at high speeds then normal to get out of sustained fire.

Weapons:

Main Armament - A Linked pair of FN Browning M.1939 heavy machine guns, belt fed and air cooled as normal. Both barrels of the guns fire when the trigger is pulled. They are quite light when held with the armor.

Secondary Armament - A VEPR-12 automatic shotgun for when he has to fend off enemies as a closer range.

Support gear - A shoulder mounted rocket pod holding 12 mini-rockets, first used by his father. And have since been upgraded. Mini smart munitions that will use a HUD based lock on system that then track their targets in a FnF fashion.

Tertiary Armament - The Throngler, See there's a thing about weapons. In this case it's a double headed two handed battle axe, with draconian embellishments. But well it's in the name. You can have Dark King Gruntmore's Dark Edge of Unholy Pain, but that gives the idea there are other Dsrk Edges of Unholy Pain. But there is only one way to get Throngled.

Equipment:

Reload canisters for the rocket pods. He'll tend to carry 3 of them, stowed right beside the pod on his right shoulder so an auto loader will slot new rockets in after the pod has been emptied.

Smoke, flash and other types of disturbance grenades and ordnance, that will allow him to move to his objective without too much interference. And allow him to support the lighter operatives to move as well.

Ammo for his Shotguns and a second hopper of ammo for the twin linked HMGs.

Hobbies:

Woodworking - Jamie is what was once known as a Turner, or a wood worker. He's good with his hands, and has made his parents work desks and his uncles desks as well by hand. He's often commissioned by military personnel to put desks or other items together for them.

Strength Events - Blame his dad who was the WSM champion several years running. Jamie doesn't go that hard, but he's won a few Strong Man Championships in the past.

Ritual and Rite - He got into the First Nations dance circuit and takes part in the Sun dance, Horse dance and ghost dance regularly.

Likes:

The feel of a new piece of wood waiting to be carved.

Listening to the stories of a veteran.

The love of family.

Dislikes:

A person in authority misusing it.

Disrespect of people who work hard for their livelihoods

Raven Squad: Second Storm (Military/Spy-Fi RP) (COMPLETED)

Made it

Wellington Airport, New Zealand

A security guard was the one to wake Freya. She'd slept right through most of the aerial fighting during the boat ride. Having really needed it really. The big woman did not look at top shape. With a groan she'd gotten to her feet, ignoring the people looking at her bare breast, and slipped her armor back on over her arm. But as soon as she tried to lever herself up with that arm she let out a gasp of pain, yeah that's not happening. With the other arm she's up on her feet, and joining the rest of the team outside. Holding the AEW in one hand, one of the security getting her up to date on what happened while she was out. Looking around at the team she sighs, "Sorry I was out during the trip over. I'm beat guys. I'll try and keep up as best I can though."

She'd taken rear guard with TN. Lucky the AEW is designed to be used one or two handed so ease of use yay. She'd kept an eye on the rear, skyward, the tip of the AEW glowing softly with a shot ready to fire at a moments notice. There was too much to lose at the moment now, what with their base gone. Luckily her experiments had gotten out safe, if they hadn't someone would have tried to call her by now.

And soon they are in the air.

In the A400M

A few minutes later

Freya had found a trio of chairs, across and just down a little from where Nord and Chuck sat. She has a blanket over her chest one of those brown scratchy things that can be found in near any aircraft. Hiding her bust from any on lookers, she didn't have alot of clothing left over after this after all. she looked up as Skye approached, "I'll be okay hun, thank you for worrying." She grunted, "I think I'm out for abit though." She said that part louder, so the other heavies nearby and some of the others further up could hear, "I don't think my shoulder is going to let me do any kind of operations for awhile. The drugs from the fight are wearing off and what ever Sophie did in the moment back on the boat has left me barely able to lift it. I'm out of action until it heals. A few weeks...a month maybe? But I think I can get us a replacement. I just need to make a call. I can get us someone that will likely mesh with the boys if you get my drift." She smiles, "See to the rest boss lady, I'm good."

As Skye sauntered off Freya reached for the cellphone that never left her person, it had been tucked in a padded pocket on her armor. She dials and swallows thickly. The phone ringing for abit until a husky voice answers from the other side, "Privet?" Freya takes a moment, "Privet...Mom..." A squeal from the other side, followed by a growly bass tone voice, can be heard through the phone, "Cripes Nat! What's got you going? I was in the zone there. Who is it?" Freya meeps, "Um is Dad there too Mom?" Natalie Kanatario gasps, "Yes he's here baby, are you okay? We got your Black Out message and were worried? Do you need anything? Where are you?" Freya gulps "We're on a plane, leaving New Zealand. I think we're going to Site Arta? You know the one in Finland that Blue owns? Atleast I think that's what I just heard." There's the sound of a scuffle before the growly voice from before speaks hurriedly, the voice of one Victor Kanatariio, "My Thrud? Are you okay though? Your mother is reaching for her sword I need to know. Please." Freya lets out a sound close to a sob, "Papa...everything is fucked up Papa. I'm hurt, Skye is hurt, everyone here is so tired. Papa...Mom, we need help. I'm out. For awhile. I hurt myself bad saving Skye. I can't use my right arm for atleast a few weeks. But the team, the team needs to keep up the Heavy presense. Can you help?" There's another sound of a scuffle, and Freya giggles putting the rest of the call on speaker. Her mothers voice coming again, "My little Eagle Hawk, you said Site Arta? We'll be there by the time you all arrive. Even if we have to time travel. There's someone in the room over who would love to take a crack at who ever hurt you." Freya blinked, "Oh no...are...they both there? Can they hear me."

Freya can only face palm when a pair of voices call as if from another room, "We heard you sis! Don't worry!"

Freya groans softly.

Tokyo, Tokyo Prefecture, Japan

The Amagi District in Kiyose City

People walked the streets without a thought for the history of the town they are in. Not a care in the world for what has come before, and what has since been. They have only eyes for the lights and glamour of what they see around them. Callers and Hawkers all up and down the Amagi District main road. 3 more streets and 10 avenues make up the Amagi District, one of Kiyose and Tokyo Prefecture's biggest attractions even, almost as famous as Sotenbori, or Iijicho or even the undeniable Shibuya District.

In the Amagi District rests a land of fun, fine dining and other attractions. No less then 7 Hostess and Host centers exist. A seven floor arcade with some of the best retro cabinets still stands. Four theatres no less, with all the latest shows in 10 rooms with seating for one hundred in each. This is a neighbourhood of fun and attraction.

But it's in the light that shadows dwell.

People say that the underworld is just a step away from the light. Into the shade.

So down a path that is often shown to tourists looking for something else to do, past an internet cafe, down a tunnel and into a lovely marble facade building. Is what at first glance, looks like a Pachinko parlour. One hundred and twenty machines there for your enjoyment. Salary men and kids alike sitting and playing. But it's not until you notice the men in suits, styled hair, looking burly and attentive that things begin to get interesting. Sometimes, one of these suited men approaches someone at the machines, and offers something else.

And into the back they go, where they find other attractions.

A Gambling den.

Horse Races, Hanafuda, Cho-Han. And many others besides.

And those men? Once you're inside the Gambling den are revealed to be Yakuza, Yakuza of the Amagi Clan, a sub-family of the infamous Yamaguchi-gumi. But it's all business, right up until you default anyway. Come in, come play, spend your money. You're safe in the hands of the Amagi Clan.

Standing watch at the bar of the Gambling den, wearing a nice charcoal grey three piece suit, hair slicked back, face scarred but shows some panache indeed. Dark eyes looking out over his domain. His suit sleeves rolled up to reveal the Ashura Demon on his right arm and the Twin Gold and Silver Tigers on his left. Stands Ban Kingo, owner, operator, Yakuza member, of the Amagi Clan. And held carefully in his right hand, tucked against his side, a bronze and black laquered wood, the Saya of the Kingo Family.

Yes, all is well now. And has been for years since Ban got out of Raven. He returned to the Amagi District, cleared his name, proved his worth, was accepted back into the family. All thanks to one red headed warrior woman. He hums, and quietly wonders why his mind is going back to Raven suddenly.

As he's mulling this a call comes out from another of the Yakuza, "Aniki. There's another potential mark up front, thought you'd want to come watch." Ban chuckles, "I'm coming Wataro." He pushes off from the bar, and heads up front.

Yes, life is good right now.

30 Red Days - John Wick Universe

Is it wrong I may already have a character concept in mind?

30 Red Days - John Wick Universe

I'm just gonna say cool, and put my interest here and a sub.

Raven Squad: Second Storm (Military/Spy-Fi RP) (COMPLETED)

We make it out, we all make it out
As one
As a family

Frigga had wrenched the door open as the MRAP had rolled up and ushered Nord in, her own larger bulk better made if the Artemis folks caught up. Her armor could weather it better. She took one look back then piled in as well, sitting by the door, she won't be able to get out right enough if she were further in. Pulling those doors closed, and off they go. She immediately grabbed a brace bar above, and kept her eye out back, again just in case anything were to come up behind them.

Luckily the ride is pretty okay. They bumped and rocked along, and the big woman almost chuckled and voiced words that were said back on an op so long ago it felt like now. She sniffed and just kept her mouth shut for now. Using the time to catch her breath from what has felt like a non stop fight, even with the short break after getting back. It feels like they haven't stopped moving or fighting since they came back from the Mountain top facility.

Yes even a Battle Goddess can feel fatigue, though she'd never show it to the team.

With a grunt she braces as they roll to a stop. She'd heard the alert that Artemis knew where the boat is. As soon as the MRAP comes to a stop she's pushing the door open and out into the open, her AEW up, anti armor mode ready to fire. She makes a full 360 degree sweep of what she can see. Taking the time to truly catch her breath for a short bit, she turns and looks at the boat, "This the way out?"

She grit her teeth, "I'll take rear cover if you guys want to load up and helping get it ready to go. With any hope I should be enough to hold anything back if they do it make here before we can go." She let her helmet snap shut again, and turned to scan the paths into the area. Her eyes darting about, "We're not going to fall here, that's for feckin' sure."

New York By Night (A Vampire The Masquerade RP) (CLOSED)

Nevermind

MEATCHURNER (Grand Sci-Fi, WH40K/Dune inspired)

Fascinating. Subbed, and interested.

Raven Squad: Second Storm (Military/Spy-Fi RP) (COMPLETED)

Frigga, The Red Haired Battle Goddess
We fight on, we never stop!

Frigga swept her hammer through several exo suited soldiers. The blow cleaving through them, for all that the weapon is a hammer, the blows hit heavy and arc through them. Where with an axe it'd produce two hefty pieces flying asunder, but instead these blows from the great hammer in the Battle Goddesses' hands, shattered and broke the things it hit. The poor exos sent flying and sprawling under the great thundering blows. She moved through the unit she had jumped down into. She swept her hammer through them like she was reaping wheat. And then suddenly she has to dodge away as ong to the chopper comes in and sprays at her position. Big rotary cannon rounds impacting around her. DEceptively swift for her size, dipping through the fighting until she found cover. She growled, "Little Nord." She grunted into her comms, "I've got a chopper trailing me, start falling back. I'm going to try something really stupid here."

She looked around trying to see where Nord is in comparison to her. But in the flight and flare and fighting she can't get a clear tell on him. She didn't have the time to figure it out though. The retraction chain and claws attached to Starbreaker as she wound up, and threw it, back behind her, clearing out her flank for a time, sending infantry and exos running for cover from the giant hammer and chain. She then took a bold step out from cover, the AEW sliding into hand, the configuration shifting, Rifle mode, Sniper Mode, Anti-armor mode, then to Tesla Mode. The tip blossoming open into a faint dish shape. Which already crackled with energy storing up into the emitters. In plain view the chopper that had been trying to find her again turns and swoops in low.

Frigga herself stood firm, shouldering the AEW.

In the chopper the pilot spoke to his gunner, "Get a bead on her, we take out their so called Battle Goddess, we strike a sure blow to Raven. Break their spirits." The gunner worked his panels then nodded, "Rocket rounds primed." The gunner depressed the firing button several HE rocket lanced down at the silver, blue and grey armored woman on the ground.

Frigga stood proud. Her armor clicking, the shield emitters shifting, and with feet left to go, her shield emitters glowed bright searing white. And her position is covered in red, yellow and black as the rockets hit. Just enough ordinance to obliterate a heavy like her.

The chopper pilot chuckles and begins to radio in, "Control, Chopper 1A here, we've just taken out..." He never finished his report.

Out of the still roiling cloud of smoke and flame a brillant blue-white bolt of man made lightning lances forth, strikes the chopper just fore of the cockpit, and cores right through it. Lightning dancing down the length of the air ship, electronics blowing out from overload, pilot and gunner fried, the last part of his report throught he radio is the pilot screaming in pain and horror. The last thing sent from the choppers camera is the smoke clearing, and the disappating glare of the Shield of Asgard, as Freya will name it later, fading away having negated the explosive attack. The AEW lowering, and then the chopper exploding just before it hits the ground.

She pants and smiles, "Tahlia, you mad genius the new shield mod worked aces. I'm falling back to the pickup exfil. Nord? How we doing buddy?" She turned and slid the AEW back into it's place, and the Starbreakers retraction chain blurring, as the mighty hammer snacked back into her waiting hand, "I think we better get out of here." She spotted Tiny Nord up ahead, spitting fire done to cover her retreat. She put on a little speed.

Up the hill they went, leap frogging, spitting bad news back down behind them. At one point Frigga bracing and emptying the contents of Suns Core back down the way they came. Super heated matter spraying forth and blanketing a section of the hill below them, "Where's that exfil!?" She called. When she heard the approach of what sounded like an MRAP from ahead, "That better be you guys!" She called as she turned and leveled the AEW in Anti-Armor Mode ready to fire, just in case the enemy had flanked them.

New York By Night (A Vampire The Masquerade RP)

@Eviledd1984

Yeah that might be helpful. Sure.