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"Payout in Blood Soaked Creds"


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There is always a fucking catch.

Just a few days ago, Lokea had accepted a job offer that came in the form of a mechanical bird that landed on her balcony. While sketchy, the job being offered was quite easy for someone with skills like hers. It paid out a lot of credits upon completion, and it came with a sign-on bonus too. She knew it, her boss knew it and her best friend knew it. But the money she was currently making wouldn’t clear her debts out fast enough, and she couldn’t wait for the day in which she could finally afford things for herself. So she took on the job.

The job was simple. Infiltrate the facility on Ebos, find the terminal with the least amount of personnel nearby, plant the worm, get the data and get out. And that is exactly what Lokea did. She and a dozen other halfwits who signed on infiltrated the building together, and all the asari had to do was just activate her tactical cloak and walk quietly. Her entirety shimmered in the light before she almost completely disappeared, leaving behind only some traces of light refraction in the air. She quietly walked up to a terminal, activated her omni-tool and slipped the virus in. However, the clone’s confidence immediately vanished the moment the terminal booted up. The splash screen’s logo is something she’s seen before, one that belonged to a rather vile splinter faction that hampered the Alliance’s efforts to bring the galaxy together against the reapers.

Cerberus.

Despite that, Lokea still managed to get the data and slip out undetected. She was on her way back to the rally point when all of the sudden, an alarm blared. Someone, she didn’t know who, tripped something and now the whole base was on combat alert. At this point, Lokea was far enough away from anyone or anything to be pinned for this, but that soon became the least of her concerns when the klaxon was accompanied by gunfire and explosions. She hurried over to the rally point, and by then her tactical cloak had deactivated. Kaiser, Lance and several of her other teammates were there, gathering up and taking defensive positions. She was just about to talk to them before a large explosion separated her from them. Her armor and its kinetic barriers shielded her from the shrapnel, but the blast still knocked her on her ass. In the hail of gunfire that came after, the asari only got a glimpse of the Atlas mech that was bearing down on her and her teammates. Not even taking the time to see if there was any infantry supporting it, Lokea let her instincts take over and bolted down the hall.

It didn’t take long for Lokea to get lost within the vast Cerberus facility. While the room she infiltrated earlier wasn’t that far from the shuttle docks, she doesn’t really know where she ended up in the grand scheme of things. She just ran to where the gunfire and explosions weren’t at, and try to figure things out from there. Her sprint slowed to a jog, and eventually she stopped to catch her breath. The moment she looked back up, two Cerberus assault troopers came down the hall and stopped in front of her. An announcement came up on the intercom, and the three of them listened.

”Please evacuate to the nearest emergency exit. The building is set to detonate in ten minutes.”

Lokea groaned and rolled her eyes. ”Easy credits my ass. She muttered to herself, her voice a little muffled from her mask. Her green eyes fell to the two assault troopers. “So, would you two be kind enough to show me to the shuttle bay?”

The two assault troopers raised their firearms in response.

Lokea sighed. “Alright then, forget I asked.” She quickly raised a biotic aegis with her left arm, and the two troopers opened fire. The automatic gunfire produced a lot of dimples in the near invisible biotic shield, the asari calmly and slowly walking towards them as they shot at her. The aegis stood firm as she approached them, and before long, both of their Hornet SMGs overheated.

In a blink of an eye, Lokea’s biotic shield morphed into a powerful force surrounding her left fist, which was then sent towards the lead trooper. A biotic left hook made contact with his head, followed by a right hook with Lokea’s electrified omni-blade. The first blow was already fatal to the trooper, the second one making contact before his limp body crumbled to the ground. Before the second trooper could bring his weapon to bear on Lokea, she rushed him, and delivered a powerful biotic tornado kick straight to his head. The trooper was knocked straight to the side as if he were a ragdoll, and with a CRUNCH! his body crumpled up against the wall and fell down in a heap.

Lokea checked her surroundings one more time. As she did, she drew her Carnifex pistol, hoping to be ready for any other encounter that came to her. One of the nearby signs down the hall pointed towards the shuttle bay. Following the signs, she activated her radio and spoke to the rest of her team. Assuming any of them were left alive, that is. ”Venom Rose to anyone alive on this frequency. The objective has been secured but the whole operation has been compromised. In nine minutes this facility will be wiped off the map, so I suggest that the rest of you get your asses moving. I’m heading to the shuttle bay, and I’ll see if I can get us a ride out of here. Venom Rose out.”

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Someone got to the data before him. Glad they weren’t entirely incompetent in the matter, however, it was unfortunate it had come to this. If it had simply been these Cerberus dogs he would have trusted things to the mercs, but now the Citadel was involved. He didn’t trust them enough to keep the data. In some ways, those aligned with the five-armed space station can be just as savage and ruthless as this three headed dog. They’ll likely wipe out the mercs, or cut a deal with them if they were feeling nice.

The data was likely more secure with him. Once he learned of what Cerberus was working on, he’d be the one best equipped to get in, and destroy it.

By the way things sounded, it was a complete mess. The mercenary team was locked in an intense fight with Cerberus mechs and security personnel, and the fighting raged on around him while he searched the facility. It didn’t phase him, he simply passed through all of it, invisible and unnoticed. The most capable of the crew-

-an explosion off somewhere. Hm. This was getting dangerous and cockiness wasn’t going to return the data to him right now.

The Surveyor returned, checking his datapad. So a ship flying Citadel colors arrived and Cerberus was tearing their base apart before it could explode. It seems as if their little clone friend had found the data. Best for him to go pay her a visit.

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“You made short work of them.” Proxy declared through a digitally distorted voice.

Lokea twisted around to the source of the voice, aiming her gun at him. Seeing that he didn’t look like any of the Cerberus personnel she saw here at this base, her finger inched away from the trigger. He also didn’t look like any of the mercs she worked with either. She looked him up and down, keeping her gun trained on him. ”Who are you?” The asari calmly asked, her left hand joining her right to stabilize her aim.

“You know who I am.” He responded.

It took a few seconds, but Lokea made the connection. She knew the voice that gave her this job. This ‘easy’ job. Her eyes widened, and she lowered her gun immediately. “You!? Wha…” She looked around for a moment before her eyes returned to Proxy. “What in the name of all things holy are you doing here?”

“The situation is a bit more complicated now. Citadel-aligned forces have arrived, and I’d like to assure that what is mine gets to me.” He stated as he extended his hand. “I’d like to point out that I haven’t drawn out my weapon. My gesture is in good faith. I’ll still forward the payment to you and your surviving teammates.”

In regards to the situation getting complicated, Lokea simply glared at him. Brilliant observation, genius. She thought to herself as he spoke. Once he held out his hand, Lokea’s glare remained. “Nowhere in the job description did you say that we’d be facing off against a Cerberus remnant. Lokea said, tightening her grip on her pistol. There was a moment of silence that was then interrupted by a distant explosion. Lokea turned to the source, before she turned back to Proxy. “You’ll get the data once you hand me the credits you promised. But for now I think we have more important things to worry about.”

Proxy turned his attention to yet another explosion. Did security not have a modicum of understanding to blow up your base after you get out of dodge, not before? Yes, he tripped the alarm, but he didn’t think their helmets restricted their brain cells to the point where they’d have mechs tearing through steel like paper.

If Proxy was honest with himself, he didn’t care whether the mercs, Cerberus or those with the Citadel got out of here alive. It wouldn’t matter to him if they all died, that was the point after all. What was more beneficial to him at this moment? Her trust, so he could get the data without her cutting a deal with those Citadel cronies, or forcefully taking the data from her and running?

“Very well.” He stated. “Before you go to the shuttle bay, there is something that you should know. A vessel flying Citadel colors is currently landing there, and it’s likely that your surviving teammates will participate in the bloodbath that will happen there. If you care about their lives, you should direct them elsewhere.” The man looked down a hall adjacent to them. “I landed somewhere less conspicuous. Follow me.”

Lokea listened to him, and bounced his words around in her head. Every bone in her body, as well as the voices of her friends, were telling her not to trust him. But considering the current situation the both of them were in, sticking with him was probably her best bet. She was sure that even if she surrendered to the Citadel-aligned forces, she would get nothing for her efforts other than a short stay at one of their ‘premium’ jail cells. She sighed, nodded and spoke into the radio once again.

“Venom Rose to ALCON, Citadel-aligned vehicles have arrived at the shuttle bay, and are likely arriving in force. I’d suggest exfiltrating through the same way we got in, and get the fuck out through there. Venom Rose out.” While reusing their infiltration route wasn’t the quickest, it might just be the safest. Lokea holstered her pistol, switching it out for her Avenger assault rifle, which she pulled from her back and shouldered once it was ready. She sighed and looked straight to Proxy. “Alright boss. Lead the way.”

Proxy nodded to the asari, and the two began their exfiltration.

Starring...
Scarlet Rubashka as Punished "Venom Bean"


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There was a reason why Scarlet kept all of her travel stuff in her tactical bag of holding, and why she kept it close to her at all times. The bag always remained strapped to her clothing, and when she slept she kept it underneath her pillow. Not only did it contain her weapons, armor and other tactical gear, it also contained her clothes, documents and travel goods. Passports, weapon licenses, toothpaste, sanitizer, bug spray, Game Boy, and just about everything else she needed to go wherever she needed to go. All of her stuff was carried in that one bag, for the very simple reason that she would have to be on the move at any given moment. War zones shifted, and so did her duties. One minute, Scarlet could be chilling out at a hotel room enjoying a nice evening with the TV tuned to Skinemax. The very next, she would have to be in full gear, mission-ready and on high alert. Scarlet got herself one of the good bags too, one that was resistant to most types of damage and had a warranty rune that would transfer its contents to another bag if this one was destroyed. Scarlet did spent a lot of money on it, but the investment has paid itself off in many instances.

The moment Amanda said that they were Oscar Mike was the latest of them.

The trip to Belarus was thankfully quite short. Being with the OMR had its perks. Scarlet mainly passed the time by reading books and playing on her Game Boy, listening to her mix tapes on her own while she entertained herself. She would've enjoyed some quiet conversation with Amanda, Michael or Faye, but for the most part nothing of substance was said and the homunculus mostly kept to herself. Every now and then she would think about how short her time would be with this group, and how she should enjoy their company while she could. Even if she did join the OMR, once the investigation was over, they'd all have to go their separate ways. Such was the life of a contractor.

The plane landed, and Scarlet walked with the others through the airport. She was able to understand what everyone was saying thanks to the translation device she wore, but she still couldn't read most of the signs. Regardless, she stayed close to the group while they made their way to their car. As per usual, Scarlet was in 'work mode' as she moved through the airport, keeping an eye out for threats and other suspicious activity. She did notice a few sketchy individuals, the kind with dark clothes that stared at the group and talked on mobile phones. But they didn't stare for long. It was likely that their group just stood out to some people here.

In regards to the 'agents' that took them to their car, Scarlet didn't pay them much mind. The black sedan parked ahead of them was very similar to the official OMR vehicles she rode in before, and she figured that the OMR's fleet of black sedans was just slightly different in this part of Europe. It wasn't that long ago that the Soviet Union just crumbled to dust, after all. Scarlet thanked the polite 'agents' as she got in the car, taking up the right side of the backseat and relaxing with the others. Scarlet continued to look for any signs of trouble. A few minutes into the journey, two other black sedans approached them. The moment she saw them, Scarlet got a little nervous. The windows to all three vehicles rolled down, and Scarlet managed to get a good view of the Kalashnikov that was aimed straight at them.

"Get down!" Scarlet shouted, pulling herself and whoever was next to her down below the windows.

All Scarlet could hear was gunfire, screeching tires and the driver shouting in pain as the vehicle swerved about. She felt the impact of the crash when the left vehicle was shunted, and heard the impact of Amanda's fists against the driver's face. Amanda ordered Scarlet to get her weapon out, to which Scarlet obeyed and immediately went to work. She put her hand into the bag's void, and in an instant, she pulled out her custom Glock 21. She peered over the window to get a good view of the shooter from her side, and once she saw them, she brought her handgun up and began firing. BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! While the screeching of the tires was loud, her .45 was louder. She continued firing at the vehicle to their right, hoping to either nail the driver or the shooter. The vehicle kept chugging along, but it seems that she managed to either hit or suppress the shooter. Either way, the shooter stopped firing at them.

Amanda shouted something to Faye, and in the chaos, Scarlet barely comprehended it. She turned to see what was going on, and only got a flash of the struggle before the car disappeared. Scarlet yelped once she made contact with the ground, the momentum dragging her down the sidewalk and forcing her into a painful tumble. "Ow, fuck!" Scarlet groaned once her body came to rest. After a few seconds, Scarlet groaned in pain and attempted to stand up. The homunculus sustained a few scrapes and bruises in the process of phasing out of a moving vehicle, but thanks to the jeans she wore, the damage to her legs was minimized. She let go of her pistol earlier when she fell, but thankfully it landed a few feet away from her. Michael and Faye weren't far behind it.

It took a few moments, but Scarlet managed to stand up. As she walked over to retrieve her gun, she looked to both of her partners. Michael was on his feet too, but Faye was flat on the ground. Scarlet's heart raced, and so did her mind. "Oh no..." Before she could say anything else, she heard a loud crash behind her, and immediately turned around to aim her gun at the source. In the distance, a black sedan smashed itself hard against a building. Standing next to the wreck was Amanda, and upon seeing her, Scarlet lowered her gun. Amanda then made her way towards the group, and Scarlet immediately stood aside so the android could tend to Faye. Scarlet's look of intense focus only gave a slight hint to her worry.

Amanda took quick control of the situation, and once Amanda ordered Scarlet to provide overwatch, Scarlet nodded somberly to her. "Aye aye." Scarlet took a moment to put her armor on, donning the tactical vest she wore to the biker hideout, as well as the kneepads. She then changed out her pistol for her AUG assault rifle. After checking to see that the magazine was full, Scarlet performed her usual 'HK slap' to chamber a round and brought her rifle to shoulder. She walked to the position that would give the others the most protection she could offer, interposing herself in between the OMR and the road. She crouched, taking a knee to give herself a better defensive firing position, as well as a moment to rest. As she surveyed the area, Scarlet thought about what happened, and what led up to these events. Who the hell were these people? This whole setup didn't fit the profile of the biker gang they encountered in Germany. How did the enemy know where they were headed, and prepare this well ahead of time? The only people who would know about their sudden move to Minsk would be the OMR, and those with decent security clearance at that. Someone on the inside must've leaked this. Scarlet thought to herself. She looked over her shoulder towards Amanda for a moment, but considering that there were more pressing matters at hand, she decided to save that thought for another time.

Scarlet's gaze shifted to Michael. He looked as bad as she felt at the moment, but at least he was standing. Still, it wouldn't hurt to check in on him. "Hey Mikey, you alright?" Scarlet asked quietly. She got in another good look of their surroundings as Amanda tended to Faye. Scarlet glanced over her shoulder to Faye, worry creeping into her focused expression.

Please be okay...


@TheRedWatcher, I present to you... Venom Rose. If you're already familiar with the character sheet, I'd suggest reading the changelog. :)




Starring...
Scarlet Rubashka as Punished "Venom Bean"


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Needless to say, the group's time spent at the restaurant felt quite short. Or it actually was, Scarlet couldn't tell. Just about everything that was in front of the homunculus was ravenously devoured, almost erased from reality within minutes. She spent some time with the other agents making minor jokes and quips, commenting every now and then when she had some of her own experiences to offer. But for the most part, she didn't say much. Despite what happened today, she still felt a little out of place among the 'actual' agents. This wasn't new to her, she often found herself embedded with more established groups wherever she went. While it was nice to befriend and hang with these people, she's never there for long. She knew that. They knew that.

So once the night was actually over, and everyone went home, Scarlet did what she usually did. She spent her night at a cheap hotel, alone, with nothing but her Nokia and a boxy CRT television to keep her company. She lied in bed, stuffing her face with pretzels and candy while she watched whatever softcore stuff that Skinemax had on that night. She did this for at least a few hours until she felt the realm of dreams call her name. She turned off the TV, cleaned up whatever messes she made, took a shower and went straight to bed. She fell asleep minutes later.

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Ever since she started doing contracts for more organized groups, Scarlet made a point to keep a special pouch in her holding bag just for keeping receipts. She did just that with just about every purchase she made while on the job, even when she knew that not all of them would be reimbursed. Even if none of it was, she'd still be making a tidy profit. Regardless, Scarlet was typically careful with how she spent her money, as a little honesty and integrity goes a long way. Organizations will recognize that you aren't taking advantage of them, and that you did your job as they asked. Next thing you know, half of the many jobs you get are from referrals alone.

Scarlet placed the receipt she got from her taxi ride into her receipt pouch, along with the receipts for the hotels she's been staying at, the meals and snacks she's been purchasing, as well as that Honda that she rented. She thanked the driver and made her way to OMR's Frankfurt HQ, marking her third visit. The last two times she was here, she almost got lost. She was able to reunite with the rest of the group within minutes, entering their office and forming up with the others.

Just as soon as she arrived, she noticed the stacks of paper that filled the surfaces in the office, enough to create a city with lots of paper skyscrapers. She then turned to Amanda and an agent that Scarlet may have seen once or twice. Scarlet gave the demon a quiet and awkward wave hello while she stood there, waiting quietly. Soon Morgana arrived, followed by Michael and his posse, who quietly walked in through the door. Scarlet turned to Morgana as she asked if there was anyone better qualified to handle all of this paperwork. Scarlet thought that too, and even wondered if most of it can be processed by a computer. She also noticed how groggy Michael and his companions looked. However, there seemed to be someone missing from the group.

"Where's Faye?" Scarlet asked quietly.

As if on cue, Faye's voice came through the ether in the form of an apology. "Oh, uh-" Scarlet turned her head to the source of the voice. Just then, Faye blinked right into the room, almost colliding into Scarlet herself, who quickly stepped out of the way with a quiet yelp of her own. The wobbly stack of papers proved to be a rather formidable obstacle to the agent as she tripped over it and comically fell into the path of its collapse. Scarlet only had enough time to wince once it made impact with Faye and the ground. Faye didn't seem too happy about that. The mercenary thought about asking if the agent was okay, but she didn't seem any worse for wear.

Once everyone was present, Amanda spoke. The demon was introduced to the group as Madeleine. It seems as if their current group will be split into two teams, with Amanda taking a task force over to Minsk and Madeleine supervising the investigation here in this office. Thankfully, Amanda offered the group a choice in the matter, if in an amusing way.

A few moments of silence passed. Morgana eventually relented, volunteering to stay in Frankfurt to take one for the team. Scarlet smiled a little bit in relief and appreciation. As she will reveal in a few moments, Scarlet might lack the many job requirements to handle a task like that. Michael echoed her thoughts with his answer, citing that he didn't really have the skill set necessary to deal with what was here.

"I'm with Mike on that." Scarlet added, gesturing to him. "My contract says that I'm only here to shoot guns, defuse bombs, act tough and save lives." Scarlet pointed to the mountains of paperwork behind her. "I don't think I have the college education or agency training needed to make that go away." She could list many other reasons why she'd go to Minsk, like the fact that her contract is still legally binding and she'd still have to fulfill her duties of armed security and crisis response, or the fact that she'd need Amanda's written approval to stay here with Madeleine and that's even more paperwork to handle. Regardless, the choice was obvious, and her answer was clear.

"So uh, yeah. Minsk will be my final answer. I hope y'all don't mind."


Starring...
Scarlet Rubashka as Punished "Venom Bean"


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Once Avi introduced himself, Scarlet replied with a friendly smile. "Nice meeting you." Soon the conversation moved on, and she asked everyone where they were from. Scarlet retained her smile after revealing a little bit about herself to her newly acquainted comrades. Shortly after she introduced herself as an escapee from the purgatory-like realm that some people like to call Cleveland, Avi's turn came up. The homunculus listened as the half-elf revealed where he was from, as well as his police background. Turns out he was a mountie before he joined the OMR to work as an undercover agent. Scarlet nodded, a little impressed herself. "I suppose it won't be long before Pierce Brosnan puts your life story to the big screen, huh?" Scarlet asked with a soft smirk, before waving her hand. "Sorry, dumb joke."

As the conversation progressed, Scarlet caught bits and pieces of what the others were saying, particularly when Faye was answering Avi's question. Eventually, Scarlet turned to Morgana once she spoke, and listened. So Morgana makes up the second brit of their current team, sharing that title with Faye. Scarlet then realized that she and Amanda were the only Americans at the table, Avi and Michael being from Canada themselves. Morgana revealed that she was more of a researcher than a field agent, and that her talents covered a vast number of magical sciences. Scarlet shrugged. "From what I heard, you really helped us out alot. You helped Faye out when Scary Thing screwed with the uhm... magical things, and you managed to seal Scary Thing's power, giving Amanda the chance to bring the target into custody." Scarlet smiled just a little. "I'd say that's pretty damn good work for someone without any field training."

It wasn't long before the food arrived. Scarlet, who's honestly starving right about now, thanked the waitstaff and immediately went to down on her Hamburg Steak. Once she actually had a decent bite of it, her eyes lit up almost like a Christmas tree, and she continued eating it. Once Amanda commented on the agent's eagerness of devouring the food, Scarlet looked up. Every now and then, Scarlet would forget that Amanda was a robot. Right, she can't eat with us. Scarlet thought, almost feeling bad about it. For a moment, Scarlet started giving Amanda some actual thought, thinking about the nature of her being a sentient robot. A synthetic being, just like Scarlet herself. Well, at least one part of her was natural, and even then it wasn't entirely all there. For a moment, Scarlet's eyes met with Amanda's, before she returned to her food. Does she know? Will she? Scarlet's pace slowed as she mulled over her thoughts.

Scarlet's thoughts were cut off once Faye spoke to her. She looked to Faye, blinking, before it clicked in her head what was going on. "Oh, right! Thank you." Scarlet smiled, gently taking the bit of blockwurst that Faye handed her. Scarlet had a bite, and after liking what she was tasting, she went to town on that too. "You're right, it is great. Thanks again!" Scarlet said in between bites. She listened to Amanda and Faye's interaction in regards to how the food tastes, Scarlet nodding every now and then to corroborate what Faye was talking about. Not like Scarlet would be the best to describe food anyway, other than food tasty, me likey. Once Faye encouraged Amanda to get the augmentation, Scarlet finished her bite and looked to Amanda. "Well, I personally wouldn't blame you if you still didn't want to get it, I'm sure a whole new form of data to process would be overwhelming." Scarlet took another bite and finished it, using her fork to make a few gestures. "But if it's something you really want, I don't see a reason not to go for it."

As everyone spoke and ate their meals, Morgana brought up a rather interesting question. Come to think of it, this is a rather diverse group, especially for an organization like the OMR. Scarlet's experiences often had her in groups where people had similar skillsets, where these skills are multiplied in the form of squads and teams. This team seemed more like a joint task force with a bit of a ragtag feel to it. A task force that left a lot of questions lingering in Scarlet's head, some that Amanda will hopefully answer.

It took Amanda a second, but she eventually produced an answer. Scarlet leaned in closer to listen, and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. Out of all things, a computer program chose them? Scarlet is somewhat familiar with computers herself, having tinkered with machines that ran Windows 3.0 some time ago. All things considered, they were mostly just consumer electronics that did their jobs well. With the way that Amanda described the Agent Potential Calculator, Scarlet could only guess that it used something far more advanced than what she's used to. Maybe the OMR got Windows 95 before everyone else did. Lucky bastards. Regardless, it seems as if the calculator made no mistake in assembling this team. Once Amanda finished her explanation, Scarlet nodded softly, giving it a little more thought. Did the Agent Potential Calculator factor me into their equations? I just got back from deployment yesterday and signed on today. Was I really just in the neighborhood? Scarlet wondered. What exactly do they know about me?

Scarlet's mind jumpstarted once more once Faye spoke up, asking if even she had potential as a somewhat untrained OMR agent. Now that Faye spoke up about it, Scarlet figured that she would use this as an opportunity to do so as well. "Come to think of it, I'm kind of wondering if I actually ended up in the erm... 'APC' myself, or even how it got data on me. As far as I know, I'm not an OMR agent." Scarlet said, taking a sip from her glass of water. "Not that I mind being a wrench in the works." Scarlet gave a light smirk before speaking again. "Still though... I couldn't help but think about it. You guys aren't planning on recruiting me... are you?" Her tone was much more curious than accusatory. "I wouldn't mind if you were, I'd kinda be flattered, but... uh... yeah."


Starring...
Scarlet Rubashka as Punished "Venom Bean"


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After the homunculus asked the elf if there were any hamburgers in a German Restaurant, Scarlet couldn't help but feel out of place. She did the best she could to hide her embarrassment for asking such a silly question and outing herself as the 'most American' of the group. She didn't hide it as well as she thought she did, however. Scarlet's attention was caught by Amanda, who interjected with something rather helpful. The mercenary couldn't help but wince a little once her commanding officer told her that this place didn't serve burgers. Before Scarlet could ask for a better recommendation, Amanda gave hers in the form of Hamburg Steak. The way Amanda described it made it sound quite fancy, at least in comparison to what Scarlet normally ate. It does sound quite tasty, and even if she couldn't get a side of fries, the dish itself should make up for it. Scarlet smiled a little at the suggestion (as well as Faye's reaction), and nodded. "I'll go for that then, thank you." Scarlet briefly turned to Faye with a bit of a smirk. "I might just take you up on that offer. I barely heard what... blockwurst was, but if it's anything like bratwurst then I'm down."

Before long, a good portion of the table figured out what they wanted to eat, and some awkward silence came. Before Scarlet closed her eyes, she managed to catch a glimpse of what Michael's friends were doing, and was amused for a brief moment. She remained quiet, though her silence was only filled with the nervous thoughts her brain produced unprompted. She took a deep breath and sighed in an attempt to remain calm. When things got quieter, she looked up to the others and spoke up. "So uh... where are you guys from?"

If Scarlet was going to be honest with herself, she didn't expect Amanda to be the first to answer. In most situations, she's used to the commanding officer being the last to answer. Scarlet was quick to pick up that this group wasn't an ordinary team. So Amanda's 'born' in Utah, but currently lives in Arlington. Definitely a career agent, that's for sure. Enjoys the work and the travel. Scarlet couldn't help but smile a little at Amanda's explanation. "That's nice. Most people don't get to say that they enjoy their jobs, but it seems as if you already found your calling."

Faye gave her answer not long after Amanda finished, and the moment Faye said London Scarlet's eyes lit up. So that's where your accent came from! Scarlet thought to herself, amused that she didn't make the connection until Faye spelled it out for her. Faye spent most of her time around fairies in the woods, and is a new recruit to the OMR. Scarlet's American ass didn't know where Knightsbridge was at, but living close to the woods sounded nice. Hell, living near any natural terrain sounded nice. Scarlet turned to Faye, giving her a soft reassuring smile. "Hey, if it's any consolation, I'm sure you know a hell of a lot more about the OMR than I do. Most of what I know about the OMR is shit I just found out today." Scarlet chortled.

Michael came next with his answer, and Scarlet turned to him to listen. It seems as if shamans were still in vogue for indigenous North Americans, with enough to form an entire confederacy that spans the whole continent. Scarlet didn't know much about the indigenous peoples of North America, nor about their sizeable contribution to the fight against the abomination, possibly for reasons that Michael explained. Scarlet looked to the gods once Michael mentioned them, and smirked a little. She turned back to Michael, who explained that someone like his cousin Tyler could've been with them instead. Scarlet returns his smile. "Ehh... I dunno." Scarlet shrugged playfully. "It's not like you gave me the courage to fight Scary Thing or whatever." She gave him a playful nudge before leaning back. "Uhm... if nothing suits your fancy, you could get what I'm getting. It's a Hamburg Steak. I think Amanda said it was a beef patty or something like that glazed in sauce. Comes with some vegetables or some shit. It might not be your thing, but uh... yeah." Scarlet shrugged, giving Michael a look that said I'm just as lost as you are.

Every now and then, Scarlet checked the areas surrounding them for any potential threats. She saw a few agency types by the bar, as well as a few who carry themselves in a way that Scarlet was almost too familiar with. There was a moment of silence, and it took that moment for Scarlet to return to the conversation. "Oh, uh... my turn? Okay." Scarlet cleared her throat. "So, I was born in a small town in Alabama, but I moved to Ohio with my parents when I was one. Cleveland, to be exact. Lived there ever since. I didn't really uhm... have an interesting life or anything. Spent most of it playing games and watching movies, really. Only started doing mercenary work 2 years ago." Scarlet intentionally left out the part where she died and became a homunculus. No one here needed to know that. Yet, at least. It's not like she would remember much of her past life anyway, a lot of that was a blur to her. "My contracts took me to places like Australia, some parts of Africa and the Middle East, and a few places in the Pacific. Just yesterday I completed my protection contract in Bosnia, and happened to be in the neighborhood when the OMR called me up. I signed a contract and now I'm here with you guys on the duties of armed security and crisis response. Most of what I did was quite boring, but I've been on a few interesting assignments." Scarlet smiled a little. "And so far, I can safely file this away as one of the more interesting assignments."

Standing by.

Starring...
Scarlet Rubashka as Punished "Venom Bean"


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Once Scarlet stepped up to Michael's side, she complimented his rather formal attire and made a joking question about going to a dinner party. She nodded in agreement to Faye's statement regarding Michael looking like a completely different person. The homunculus raised an eyebrow once Michael whistled at her, stepping a little closer so she could hear him. She listened as Michael spoke to her, and being a woman who just can't take a compliment, she blinks and looks away sheepishly for a moment. "Well, uhm... you can thank the folks at the infirmary for that, made my arm good as new." She said with a soft smile as she brandished her right arm, displaying its lack of damage. "But uh, yeah. Thank you." Scarlet nodded in a slightly awkward manner, but her soft smile hinted appreciation. Faye pointed out Michael's companions, and Scarlet turned to look in the direction in which they'd be. She smirked a little at their outfits, it seems as if Michael couldn't help but form a well-dressed entourage of his own. Once Michael started filling her in on what's going on, she listened and gave it some thought. It seems as if folks are trying to figure out where to spend their night out at Frankfurt, and given that most of them are foreigners, they don't exactly know where to start. Not like Scarlet would know where to look, most of her time spent outside of the United States was either in a hotel or a warzone. She wasn't exactly the most 'touristy' of travelers.

Scarlet's gaze shifted up to the taller man beside her once he asked for her opinion. She couldn't help but smile a bit at the Red nickname given to her. She's been called that a few times before by other folks she's worked with, and she never minded when they did. It was always a little endearing. Once Michael finished telling her what he felt like eating that night, Scarlet shrugged. "Well, uh... I don't quite know, to be honest with you. I never really been to any erm... 'real restaurants' outside of the States. Normally I just go to whatever place that serves burgers, chicken or pizza. I can only last on 'premium quality' MREs and candy for so long." Scarlet rolled her eyes as she airquoted 'premium quality'. "But uh... if you're asking me for what I'm in the mood for, well..." Scarlet was about to say that she could go for some chinese takeout, but no one really needed to know that she was an apartment dweller from Cleveland just yet. "... I don't know, really." She lied. "I guess I'll stick with whatever sounds the tastiest, wherever we decide to go."

Scarlet then turned to Faye, who had a free moment to be spoken to. Scarlet then checked in on Faye, Michael joining with her. She listened to the both of them, hearing out Michael's story. The homunculus imagined every detail, including the bits regarding people bursting into flame, as well as the eyes. Just the very thought of it brought the fear she's suppressing back up into her heart, the otherworldly fear that she felt when fighting Scary Thing. She blinked and tried her best to hide it, barely just maintaining her composure by taking a deep breath and a long quiet exhale. However, the sight of Michael's friends did give her a light chuckle, grounding her a little with a bit of distraction. Michael's resolution did give her a bit of a smile, and she turned to him once he apologized for 'adopting' them in a sense. Scarlet shrugged. "No worries, I appreciate the sentiment. All I ask is that you forgive me if I end up being a terrible little sister, I kind of grew up as an only child." The homunculus replied, and before she could say anything else, she felt herself suddenly get pulled towards Michael. A split second later had her realize that it was indeed Michael himself, and that she was being hugged. And as much as she'd hate to admit it, Scarlet's lonely touch-starved ass liked it. Slowly but surely, the warm feeling of the group embrace dissolved the eldritch fear in her heart until it was nothing more than a small anxiety.

Scarlet chuckled sheepishly as Faye thanked them. "Hey, it's nothing. I'm just glad you pulled through." Scarlet remained in the group hug for a moment, joining in with Faye as she spoke to them. Once Scarlet was released from the group embrace, Scarlet's smile remained. She hadn't been hugged in a long time, and shit that felt good. Scarlet heard Faye out, learning of her rather unique blood form which makes certain magical energies react with her in adverse ways. That would explain why her bag of holding was acting weird, the otherworldly energy must've interfered with its function. The topic then changed to going out to eat, and it seems as if Amanda already found a place for them. Scarlet nodded. "Suits me. Right behind ya."




It turns out that the restaurant was just a short walk away from the office. The restaurant was quite interesting, having a very old western European look to it that made it look like it was transported straight out of the fantasy (a.k.a. historical fiction) movies that Scarlet saw. It was a little surreal, but at the same time, quite interesting. The homunculus soon found out that she wasn't alone in thinking that, as Faye voiced Scarlet's thoughts almost word for word. Scarlet didn't speak a lick of German, and she was too lazy to put on her enchanted translation device, so she remained huddled in the middle, simply going where the others went. It wasn't long before they ended up at a booth table with a nice view. Scarlet took a seat (next to Faye and Mike if she could help it), and listened to Amanda. "Thank you." Scarlet said to Amanda with a smile and a nod. As the others discussed what they wanted to eat, Scarlet grabbed the menu and looked it over.

God, what the fuck, I can't understand any of this shit. Scarlet looked for the closest English cognate she could find. Her enchanted translation device was something she wore in her ear, which allowed her to tactically communicate with allies when she was on her deployments. When it came to text, however, she often had to ask allies to read them out loud so she could hear the live translation. The asking allies part, well, she might have to do here.

Scarlet looked around to see who would be the most qualified to help her find a familiar dish that she'd be comfortable with trying, and ended up overhearing the exchange Faye had with another agent. Scarlet tilted her head slightly, before recognizing him as the elf who returned fire at some of the bikers earlier with his service pistol. She simply nodded to herself and remained quiet for a moment. A part of her wanted to ask him whether or not they served burgers here, but at the same time she didn't want to out herself as 'too American' in a place like this. Scarlet bit her lower lip, sitting in awkward silence for a moment or two as she figured out what the hell to do.

Scarlet took a deep breath and sighed. Fuck it, here goes nothing. Scarlet looked to Xaviron, and cleared her throat. "Uh... I'm sorry, I never caught your name, but uhm... I'm Scarlet Rubashka, uh... callsign Venom Bean. I'm a freelance contractor brought on to help you guys out." She looked away for a moment, and looked back to the elf. "So uhm... I'm sorry if this is a stupid question, but do you know if they uh... serve any burgers here? I can't read German."

The homunculus sighed and leaned back. She closed her eyes for a moment, and turned to both Faye and Michael. Rather than sit in awkward silence, she decided to break the ice while everyone was figuring out what they wanted to eat. "So uh... where are you guys from?" Scarlet asked.


Starring...
Scarlet Rubashka as Punished "Venom Bean"


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The trip back to OMR HQ was uneventful, thankfully. Scarlet mostly just sat in silence and watched the trees pass as the team headed back to Frankfurt. She managed to salvage the things she left in her rental. Silver lining, though, she doesn't have to drive for a bit. She did appreciate Amanda's comments on her combat ability, and once Amanda mentioned them, Scarlet herself couldn't help but smile and give her the same answer she gave Mike earlier. You can thank the scary monster for standing still for me. Her right arm and hand were wrapped around in cloth, as she got her arm checked out by the medics that were on site. Her dead skin and blisters, while not reversed, were mostly shed off by the healing spell applied to her arm. The cloth was mostly there to absorb any fluids that remained. For the most part, Scarlet remained quiet during the trip, mostly thinking to herself. Her mind constantly played back the fight she was just in, and the fear that she felt. The two loud bangs from her fifty, and the abomination. The scary thing.

Scarlet was able to snap out of it once they arrived at HQ. She quickly excused herself to the infirmary, where she took off her bandages and had some more restoration and cleaning applied to her arm. At this point, her arm and her hand were good as new, and she didn't feel gross or in pain anymore. While she was getting checked out and healed where necessary, she answered any and all questions her clients had. She answered them in the clearest and most succinct way she could muster, giving them a play-by-play of what happened there. They did confirm Amanda's assertion that the rental car would be taken care of, and reiterated their point that all of her expenses will be paid for in the duration of her contract. Speaking of...

"Do you guys have any plans to give Amanda's team some qualified staff?" Scarlet asked the senior agent opposite of her. She finished cleaning up her arm, removing what was left of the dead skin and blisters on it. "I don't know about you but I'm getting a bad feeling from all of this."

"I wouldn't be concerned about it if I were you. You and the rest of the team handled that situation quite admirably." The senior agent replied, the elf speaking with a somewhat heavy German accent. He was the same agent who called her on the phone and negotiated her contract, as he was one of the liasons at Frankfurt. "Besides, you did more than back up what was on your resume."

"I don't recall writing fighting eldritch monsters anywhere in my resume." Scarlet almost snapped. "Were you even there when it happened? That thing..." Scarlet stopped herself midsentence. She let out a heavy sigh. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you like that. I'm... I just... never mind."

"Hey, it's fine, no worries." The agent said, leaning back in his chair. "It seems to me that you're still processing what happened. Many of us, myself included, were veterans of the Shattering. We know a thing or two about fighting abominations." He said with a smile. "It's completely natural to still feel scared, even long after it was over. You might even have plenty of nightmares." Seeing the look in Scarlet's eyes, he put up his hands reassuringly. "But, since you were just fighting a small infantry target as opposed to a world-devouring entity, the effects should be quite minimal. You'll feel better in a few days, I'm sure."

Scarlet nodded. There was some confidence to the senior agent's words, but still experiencing the unnatural fear in her heart compelled her to second guess him and herself. I shouldn't be feeling this. I shouldn't be scared. I survived much worse. I was brave. I should be brave. What's going on? Scarlet sighed, and smiled weakly. "I retract my previous statement then." She stretched a little. "Anything else?"

"No, that'll be all, Miss Rubashka." The agent replied as he finished his notes. "You did say that Amanda planned on taking her group out in the town, yeah?"

Scarlet blinked. "Yeah, what of it?"

"Maybe you should go with them. Socialize a bit, see the sights. At least immerse yourself in the feeling of safety in numbers." The agent replied. "Should help you get over it a bit quicker. I doubt that sitting in your hotel room watching TV all night will do you any good."

Scarlet looked away for a moment, and looked back into the agent's eyes. He does have a point, and it seems as if he read her like a book. Comes with being a senior OMR agent it seems. Scarlet took a deep breath and let out almost all of the air in her lungs. "I suppose. Yeah." She stood up. "Thanks for hearing me out. I'll talk to you soon." Scarlet smiled weakly as she shook the agents' hand. She turned to the healer on the other side of the room. "Thanks for patching me up."




Scarlet had long since gotten herself cleaned up. Just wearing a black pair of cargo pants and a light grey t-shirt, she applied some minor illusion makeup to make herself look a little prettier. Her curly hair remained in a tight ponytail, and her tactical bag of holding remained at her side, where she could easily draw any of her weapons at a moment's notice. Hopefully she wouldn't run into too much trouble today.

Scarlet walked downstairs to where the other agents are gathered, and smiled a little at the sight of the friendlier individuals she met earlier today. While she hasn't gotten herself acquainted with the rest of the agents, she did recognize Faye, Mike and Amanda. She quietly ingratiated herself into the group, and looked around. She blinked once she saw Micheal.

"Woah, looking good." Scarlet said with an impressed chuckle. "Making me feel a little underdressed here. Are you sure we aren't going to a dinner party or something?" Scarlet asked jokingly, before stretching a little. "So uh... what did I miss?"

Scarlet then turned to Faye, giving her a smile and a nod. Once Faye had a moment to be spoken to, Scarlet addressed her quietly. "You feeling okay? I heard about what happened."
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