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MetaOps - Project: God Complex

Crosscut listened to each of his team members introductions, studying how they acted. He had skimmed each of their files, so he knew each of their capabilities, but it was always good to his own impression on people and not just trust the analysts. As Pirate Queen finished her introduction, The Director burst into the room, quickly turning out the lights and turning the projector back on.

"We have a new development team," he said as live footage being taken by a news copter was shown.

"We are here at Progress Energy's Crystal River nuclear plant 80 miles north of Tampa, Florida. As you can see, a gold and black-clad meta-human has appeared and is wreaking havoc. Not too long ago, this man appeared near the facility and began threatening the workers that he would send the facility into meltdown. Police have tried to stop him, but nothing seems to have deterred his advance towards the reactor. We have been told that the military is on their way," the reporter said.

The Director turned to the operatives before him. "That's us team. The guy we're facing goes by the code name: The Immortal. He's one of our suspects for the theft at The Forge, so these events could be related. MetaOps is still mostly unknown to the general public and we're trying to keep it that way, so Crosscut will be transporting you all to the location one-at-a-time. We've got our Public Relations department working on some BS story of how you're all some random Metas who happened to be nearby, the media will suck up the superhero vigilante crap like a sponge. Now gear up and meet up at the Satellite Room."

Crosscut soon teleported out of the Briefing Room and into the Satellite Room, he needed to have a clear image of where he was going if he didn't want to teleport inside a wall or other material. He stood in the center of the room, waiting to take whoever arrived first to the combat zone. As soon as he took the first person, he'd teleport back and take the next. Every time a new person arrived, he'd give them the order to hit The Immortal with everything they had. This guy needed to be stopped.

MetaOps - Project: God Complex

Meta-Human Dossier: The Immortal

Appearance:


Code Name: The Immortal

Real Name: N/A

Age: 2.4 Million Years

Gender: Male

Nationality: N/A

Powers: He's seemingly indestructible, has the power of flight, and has incredible amounts of strength.

Origins/History: The Immortal is the oldest known meta-human on Earth. While most meta-humans started showing up about 20-40 years ago, The Immortal was around during the Pre-historic Era. He claims that when out hunting, a small meteorite landed not far away from him. The harsh cold caused him to go to the warm, glowing rock and fall asleep next to it. Little did he know that the reason the meteor was glowing was because it was covered in radiation from a far off planet. When the immortal awoke, he did not feel any different than before, until a large sabertooth tiger attacked him. The tiger's claws broke when clawing at him and caused it run away in fear. The tiger ended frightening a herd of nearby mammoths that began to stampede towards The Immortal. After being knocked around a bit, he grabbed one of the incoming beasts and threw it as if it was small twig. Since then, he has been hiding among Earth's populace for centuries.

Personality: He suffers from extreme depression. What caused him to reach this point of sadness is unknown, but from what we've gathered so far it has something to do with the stolen weapon.

MetaOps - Project: God Complex

I filled in a post were my old one was: here

@Prince of Seraphs

Thank you, Prince. I'm currently working, but as soon as I'm done I'll start the first mission, everyone.

MetaOps - Project: God Complex

Alright, as soon as @Prince of Seraphs and @Slypheed write an IC post, we can begin the first mission. Be ready everyone, this isn't going to be a walk in the park.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Robert looked around the room. There was something familiar about it, but he couldn't quite figure it out. It resembled a living room to some house that he knew he'd seen in the past. From where though? Then it hit him. It was his childhood home. What was he doing here? Robert looked to his left and sure enough, there stood his family. Everything was exactly where it was the night he- Oh, no. He needed to warn them. He could save him this time. He wasn't young and helpless like he was before. Robert stood up and was about to shout to them, but it was too late. With no warning, the building burst into flames. "Not again, not again," Robert whispered to himself. He turned to the staircase where he knew his family would be standing. He yelled for them to back away or go down without him, but they continued standing there, waving him over and calling his name. Maybe if he went with them they'd get away in time? Robert began to sprint towards them, but the closer he got, the farther he seemed to be. It felt like the room was stretching. He had to get to them, he had to save them. He called out to them, begging them to move away. Then he felt it, the concussive wave of the explosive. It knocked Robert off his feet and he began to fall back.

Robert awoke on the floor of team RPGD's dorm. A dream... no, a nightmare, that's what it was. Just a nightmare. There's nothing he could have actually done, they'd still be gone when he awoke. Robert rose from the floor and looked down. The fall in the dream must have been from him falling off the bed. Priscilla's bed. He looked to the bed to find her still asleep. Good, he hadn't woken her. In fact, everyone was still asleep. What time was it? Robert looked to his scroll for the time. Five in the morning. Robert didn't really feel like trying to go back to sleep, so he went to the showers and got ready for that day's classes. "I need to get my mind off that... thing," he said to himself. His mind began to wander as he washed himself, trying to think of something else to keep his mind on. Eventually, he found himself thinking about the date from last night. The happiness he had felt then, began to affect his current mood and he began to cheer up. His more positive attitude made him begin to start humming the first song that came to mind, before starting to sing the words. In no way was he as good as someone like Priscilla who had actual training in the art, in fact he was off-key for most of it and messed up on the words several times, but who was going to judge him. After getting out, drying off, and dressing, the alarms began to ring, waking everyone else up. "Morning team, let's see what Beacon has in store for us today."

For the next four days, Robert's life at Beacon became pretty routine. Go to the first three periods of the day. Hang out with his team during lunch. Finish the last three periods of the day. Do any assignments given to him by any of his professors. Do whatever with his team, again. Then finally sleep.

Daniel's constant teasing was a bit annoying, though. "'Looks like some people had some fun in bed?' What does that mean? You sleep in a bed, how could that be seen as fun? 'I wondered when you two would get around to this?' Get around to what? Was it the date? I don't recall giving any details about it. Did Priscilla tell him and Greyson? '"Congrats for finally making it official. Just a pity you guys didn't go in that direction just yet?' What direction? What is Daniel talking about?" These were the questions Robert often found plaguing his mind.

Finally, the day the team's missions were handed out finally came. Robert was certainly excited. Any chance to gain money was always great, he hated being dirt poor. "I hope this is going to be fun," he thought, unaware of the hell he was about to go through.

MetaOps - Project: God Complex

I am thinking of making an instructor like character. Someone who's job it is to physically and mentally prepare the strike team for the real world. Would that work out?

@Milkman

Sure, go ahead.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

<Snipped quote by Agent B52>

Said it before and I will say it again. Team RPGD is fuuuuuucked. B-S ranked mission? Sorry, but you're getting the S. Also, my pretties, how shall we handle this? Collab or play-by-post?

@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN

I suggest play-by-post. I don't know how different all five of our timezones are, but I do know from when I was working on that collab with paige that we'd only get in about 3 hours of writing at most. Add in 3 more people who live in who knows what time zones and I can't help but see that number get even smaller.

MetaOps - Project: God Complex

There, hope you like it.

MetaOps - Project: God Complex

Director Richards, holding a freshly lit cigar in one hand and a clipboard filled with papers in the other, strode through the hallways of MetaOps Headquarters. He approached the door that read 'Briefing Room' at the end of the hallway, stuck the cigar into his mouth, breathed in the harmful chemicals, then opened the door. Inside, MetaOps' newly organized strike team sat around passing the time before they were given their new assignments. Crosscut was the first to see The Director enter the room and immediately stood at attention. "At ease," The Director said to Crosscut and any other operative in the room doing the same. Pulling a remote from his pocket, The Director used it to turn out the lights and turn on the projector in the back, before walking up towards the front of the room. The Director took a look at the various operatives that sat before him, paying special attention to the more eccentrically dressed of the group, before speaking. These were the best of the best. Well most of them at least, some were just cannon-fodder. "At 0900 yesterday morning, a highly classified facility was broken in to," he said. A slide appeared, showing the outside of the building. "This facility, which we will from hear on out call The Forge, specialized in one thing and one thing only... creating the nastiest, most destructive weapons known to mankind." A new slide appeared on the wall, this one of a more present picture of the facility from earlier, complete with a man-sized hole in the side of it. "This is the outside of The Forge now. Only one thing was stolen out of all the deadly devices inside, and that was the weapon that Project: God Complex had almost finished creating." Another new slide, this one of a room strewn with bodies, rubble, and broken scientific equipment.

Crosscut was the first to speak. "What is this weapon that the project had been making?" he asked.

"That information is being kept on a need-to-know basis. Right now, none of you need to know," The Director responded. Crosscut leaned back in his chair, irritated by the answer given. Director Richards continued with the briefing, "As you can probably guess by the fact that you're the ones being told all of this and not Seal Team Six or Delta Force, the perpetrators of the theft were meta-humans. Unfortunately for them, we know almost all of their identities. The powers they used to pull this off are pretty uncommon. Only problem is just going to be finding where they all scurried off to. We got a few locations that we suspect, but until we're able to narrow it down to something less than an metropolitan city, we'll be sitting on our hands. Shouldn't take more than a few hours. Until then, I don't believe any of you have actually met before. You'll be working together to find these 'super-terrorists' as my superiors have taken to calling them, so might as well get used to each other. Crosscut, you're in charge." The Director turned the projector off and the lights back on before making his way to the door. Before he could leave, Crosscut called out to him.

"Sir, the identities of these guys. You didn't say who they were," Crosscut asked. He already knew what answer The Director would give, but it was worth a shot.

"All in due time, all in due time," was the only response he got.

Crosscut was irritated with the way The Director was treating this mission. Teams were built on trust, and while he knew that sometimes there was information that was better left to be known by a few people, MetaOps leader was keeping them all in the dark. Crosscut ignored his dislike for their commanding officer and walked to the front of the room where The Director had stood earlier. "As you heard, I'll be the leader of our rag-tag little team. My name's Ray Stevans, but on-mission we will exclusively using our designated code names. Mine is Crosscut. I've been here at MetaOps for awhile now, so you might know me by name, but in case you don't, here's what you need to know: I've been an operative for most of my life, and if you want to get to the same position I'm in right now, all you need to do is follow my orders. I don't keep my past a mystery, so if you have questions, go ahead and ask." Crosscut went back to his chair and sat down. Whether the rest of the team wanted to introduce themselves formally like he did, or if they wanted to just wander the room introducing themselves in a more casual way, he didn't care. As long as they all socialized, this should be able to get the team to know and hopefully trust one another. That's what mattered.

MetaOps - Project: God Complex

Alright, so I've recently figured out that I probably won't be able to get that first IC post at noon. So, since the only other option would be to post it really late at night tomorrow, which is really unfair to all of you, I'm going to start typing it up now. Happy Un-Birthday everyone! This is my gift to all of you.