Eisenhorn

Project Freelancer

Pennsylvania decided the place reminded him a lot like his namesake. Cool, rainy, and rather well wooded. There was a compound in front of him, not directly, it was a good ways off still. He had elected for an on foot approach from a distance, rather than a closer insertion. The job was to get in, there was some top secret tech that brass wouldn't tell him what it was that these guys had stolen. Destroy it, and get out. In that order, he was told. The real reason for his drop this far off was for the sole reason that he wanted to double check his gear post drop. Everything checked out. He had demo charges, safely stowed away in the backpack unit he was carrying for the explosives. Next was his grenade launcher, an old piece of tech that he still favored over rocket launchers and the like, it was far more useful in his mind. He had a pair of backup pistols, a pair of suppressed varient of those normally carried that, while not favored by most Agents, he used until it was time to go loud and preferred over the normal issue. He had several different yields of grenades, from lower yield designed to incapacitate, several standard frags, and one he personally modified on the fly with a dead man switch wired to his vitals. Just in case.

It was a light kit, Penn was told to carry only the necessities, and had been denied a lot of assets that could have been useful. It irritated him, but it wasn't the first time there wasn't a lot to be acquired for a mission. He would improvise if need be. Now that inventory and double checks were done, he drew on of the pistols and moved through the brush. Before long he reached the compound up close, and immediately noticed a disparity he couldn't see from a distance, due to terrain. The compound walls were solid concrete, not the fences he was briefed on. And the tops had posts at regular intervals, with nothing in between them, which the Agent did not even remotely begin to trust. Why put solid walls so easily mounted, with such high value tech inside? No, that wasn't right, he wrote that off as an alarm system. The main gate was near by, but it was sealed, a pair of steel doors also preventing entry with the same posts on top.

The mission was already off kilter, but he had a job to do, and that meant getting through this wall. He had managed to get a few demo charges where, according to command, one would suffice, just in case. Pulling one out, knowing full well the chances of getting in quiet were gone now, he planted it on a weak point in the wall, targeting a load bearing point in the wall to maximize destruction. Everything was primed and ready, and he took cover several meters away behind some rocks, grabbing the detonater and triggering it. Instead of the earth shacking explosion, nothing. He heard a fizzle, and it just broke. Penn looked in a mixture of shock and anger. He had double checked everything, each charge individually, there was zero chances for that to be possible. That meant plan B. He had the one charge he needed for the target now, and that was now in question as well.

Stepping away a few paces, it was time to go in the way he didn't want to, through those posts. Getting a running start and using the rocks as a platform, he managed to get enough height to reach the wall's top, hauling himself over and, like he figured, setting off every alarm the compound had. And there was already half a dozen guards beneath him. This base had more security then should have been logistically possible, but disbelief, anger, and other emotion drained. As he started downwards, he had both pistols out, firing as he fell, crushing one man beneath his armor's bulk and powered forward, feeling rounds already pinging and lodging themselves in his armor. That got a brief smirk, it would take a lot of firepower to punch through the reinforced plating. That was his armor's enhancement, the entire thing was rebuilt with armor and resilience in mind. Crude, simple, and lacking flashy effect, but it worked rather well.

There was a security door up ahead, and he brought out the grenade launcher, firing a round in impact mode, blowing the door off its hinges and reloaded as he walked in. The alarms were louder now, and he heard more guards above. Next round, he held the trigger for a detonation on decision of his own, and when the alert lit up on the proximity device attached to the launcher display, he released the trigger. He heard the round go off, the EMP sounding clearly over the smaller explosion, and kept running, not caring whether or not the guards were dead or not, more rounds tearing through the air.

Before long he reached the holding pen, and he had a problem. The door was secured, and only one thing could actually breach this door. The last demo charge. A job was a job, and he had frags left, so he placed the charge on the door, primed it, and took cover from both it and the oncoming volley's of fire, launching another grenade their way from the launcher. This charge actually worked, blowing the door off its hinges, and he stormed in, reloading, and the device was there, as were a dozen guards up on the walkways above it, with a variety of guns trained on him. An announcer came over the base speakers. "Game over intruder, it would take far above the yield of any single grenade you have now."

Any single grenade, well, he couldn't be captured, so that was that. Penn shrugged, slinging the grenade launcher and its remaining payload on his back, and just as he started to raise his arms, dove forward, the pin on both of his maxed yield grenades falling as he slammed into the device as his vision whited out, painfully so at that rate, the last sound was of the horde of weapons fire and his armor being shredded before the explosions could go off, and he stood up out of the simulation chair, glaring right up where the men would be reviewing before storming off to the room the post test Agents would be held. "Try giving me some functioning equipment next time and correct intel, useless fucks."

Penn ripped his helmet off, a rather displeased look on his face as he crashed into a chair, the momentum and weight of his armor nearly collapsing the chair as he sat, glaring at the door where the men would no doubt come out and curse them for being failures or some such nonsense.

Project Freelancer

Pennsylvania shrugged in a good natured way when South mentioned him getting it. "Not too terribly odd a concept, really. Especially if we end up working together to any degree, some codenames are a bit, how you say, unwieldy to be yelling?"

His own codename was probably the most guilty of that little crime, trying to yell that for any reason didn't seem to work well in his mind's eye. But, it was neither here nor there, as North and South took their leave of the small group, and he inclined his head to the two as they went to leave. "Get some good rest, I reckon tomorrow is going to be interesting, one way or another."

Pennsylvania had heard rumors, about some of the testing today, and what might be coming up in the future. But those were, after all, only rumors, and one could only put so much faith in a rumor. But he ate light, as he always chose to do, his smaller frame out of armor didn't need a lot to sustain it at optimal levels. Which probably might strike people odd, if they really wanted to think about it hard, which most probably didn't want to. But he finished eating quickly, rising from the table and nodding to those still there, making his last statement before retiring for the night. "I shall be making an early night of it as well, I suspect we shall need the energy for tomorrow. Rest well, and best of luck to each of you."

Project Freelancer

Pennsylvania had been waylaid by additional tests and reruns of some things, barely getting out of his phase of testing by the time it was announced that they were done for the day, and he stretched with a satisfied sound, akin to the wind down after a workout. He treated the tests seriously, certainly, but he used it to drill himself as well. Might as well get something out of them, after all. He walked into the conversation on nicknames and kept his peace for now, pulling off his helmet so he could go about the rest of the days events, eating and relaxing before tomorrow's tests, more easily. He chuckled a bit at the thought of South Dakota coming up with so many nicknames, stretching and crossing his arms for lack of a better place to put them, throwing his two cents in as he wandered over. "Well, you could always use Penn, which is certainly a valid name. Considering if you break the name of the state up, Pennsylvania is simply Penn's Woods."

Pennsylvania had not been giving the other operators much thought, it wasn't in his business, but he placed names to armor. North and South Dakota were easy enough, figured that there was a Carolina and California present as well, to the group he had wandered into after the tests, and kept an easy stance, which was far more noticeable without the his bulky armor on. However, he would remain in pace with the others unless specifically told he was unwelcome, as he had little planned for the rest of the day anyways, he saw no reason not to go and interact with other agents who where present right now. Besides, might as well interact with the ones that had already mentioned his codename at least.

Project Freelancer

I appreciate it, and I should give fair warning, I'm active military so my schedule might go to crap in a hurry, but for now, its good.

Project Freelancer

Sorry my posting has been slow, I'll try to keep up as best I can (working on another post right now, actually)

Project Freelancer

Pennsylvania had tried to strike up conversation with several of the other agents, but none of them had taken him up on the offer. Shame, it would have helped sooth the nerves, focusing on something other than the testing. He always had nerves giving him trouble, especially before any sort of work. These tests didn't give it to him bad at all, but however, that didn't mean he didn't acknowledge them. They would not dictate his actions, only warn him to be prepared, even more so then he already was. It didn't take too long for them to call up his codename, and he rose, stretching as he double checked, and he had lost track of how many times he had, his armor as he walked through the doors. First test seemed right up his alley. Weapons testing, simple enough, not quite his spot of tea, but far from something he had a problem with. He scored well enough, above average, and near perfect in weapons similar to his specialty, the dummy rockets, grenades, and such. Anything that would normally make a boom.

After that was a series of strength, endurance, speed, agility, the usual stuff folks tested for in physical categories. Nothing too unusual there either, which Pennsylvania found odd. Probably in follow up tests, for those that passed the general stuff. It was all rather underwhelming to the man, he was waiting for the bombshell, metaphorically or literally speaking. He always found that men in positions of power liked to try and wrangle out ways to surprise and stun the test subjects, in this case him and the others, just for their own little notebooks and dossiers and such. Never had much fondness for it, he reminded himself on a down time between tests, far too much could be stolen from those. Much harder to steal that kind of info from a good, reliable brain. But he snapped himself out of the thinking as this FLISS thing announced the next test was Acquisition and Evasion, otherwise known as capture the flag with a twist. The man sighed, and went into the next chamber, getting underway with planning how to ghost whatever the big wigs had planned this time. He never did like the quiet approach, far too much mucking about and too much could go wrong, but if its what they wanted, he would comply.

Project Freelancer

Agent Pennsylvania

Agent File

Codename: Pennsylvania
Gender: Male
Age: 31
Height: 167.64cm
Weight: 67kg
Specialty: Explosive Ordinance
Amour Enhancement: Reinforced Armor - Installed initially as a safety measure, reinforced armor plating, concussive shock padding, and overall design increase damage threshold to suit and wearer before vital damage is sustained.
Advanced Enhancement:
A.I: Omicron
Personality Assessment:
Agent displays a gross disregard for personal safety, maintenance of equipment and tools, or even for surroundings outside mission parameters. This is, from what analysis can determine, from a deeply seated belief that failure only happens to others. Past events have shown the man more than wiling to go to any means necessary to execute a task, regardless whenever morality and ethics of other agents might give them pause. Otherwise, noted as amiable and approachable off duty, to a degree that might breed distrust in some more anti social agents. Not primary leadership material under any predictable circumstances, but just smart enough to be dangerous in such a position. Do not assign to solitary jobs unless no other options are viable, lack of self preservation and on the job morality too dangerous to be left alone.

Project Freelancer Futuristic, Scifi, Action, Secret Ops RP

Hmm, I think this sounds fascinating so far, especially the AI assisted suits bit, so you have my interest, sure as sure.

To Topple an Empire

Alright, I've got my edits put in.

Star Wars: The Darkstar Station Chronicles

Well, getting moved over to my new place of residence didn't take more than a day, but I am on a public network now, since I can't get internet to my room itself, and I can't reach any other network. So I might get some lag or delay at points, depending on how many people there are in here at any one time. Did I miss anything major that needs my attention? If not, I can get started on an IC later this evening, or tomorrow, depending on events going on here.