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@VulkanI was wondering, what is the rank structure of the New-Order, seeing as I went ahead to calling someone a Leftenant, rather than actually asking what their ranks are?

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The two were at the entrance of their detachment's facility. Rosa was still quieter and less hyperactive after she both told her name and discussed Marcus' fate, linking to her own. Marcus could clearly notice it, being a master of changing emotions based upon where he was and who he was around. He could sense the confusion within her mind as she raced to find an answer capable of calming those unsure nerves that trespassed on her good-will. She had no idea who she was working for, whether she was the good, the bad...or just the lost-cause trapped in between an ever-lasting conflict. The world wasn't fair, and Marcus knew that as a fact. It was filled with hatred. It was filled with greed. Nothing could compare to the over-whelming evil that outnumbered the lost heroes within humanity. It was nothing that even the before-people could imagine to escalate by such high numbers. Marcus knew that his fate would come to an end soon, and in retrospect that didn't seem so bad. Having himself exit the hellish nightmare some people call Living made him feel slightly relieved, yet his personnel instinct of survival turned that table into something far more scared, something that made him chill down the spine. He didn't want to meet those who he might've killed previously in any sort of after-life. Now Marcus was an Atheist, but even for someone in that religious seat can sometimes compare what they think into what is actually there, if there is an after-life after all. Terrifying and brutal, this life was. But he needed to focus on what was happening now, rather than what was going to come in future days. This was when he knew that the tests were on their way...

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He crouched down into his squatting position. Behind him, two inspectors, Rosa, Nathaniel Johnson (One of the surveyors working alongside Rosa), two armed soldiers and Leftenant Reese 'Barbarous' Giles all watched him. They had given him permission to show them exactly what his outer-skeleton suit was capable of, clearly wanting to enhance any successful aspects for variants of their own. At first, Marcus refused at the knowledge of knowing that they would inherit their design, but he had no choice when someone is holding a gun to his head constantly. Makes sense, in someway.

He hadn't heard back from the Reconnaissance Mission's results, and it had been 1 or 2 hours since they had done it. Marcus felt tired, but he was forced to conduct each and every experiment they handed to him. And this, being something he was somewhat keen to flawlessly complete, made him feel more tense. Thinking of the mission, it lead him back to the bar-table...the note...the woman. He never knew of the dealer's response, and wondered in great hope that she had listened to his words-of-warning, exfiltrating the building so New-Order forces wouldn't be able to harm whoever they pleased, if that was what they were really up to. He also had a deep hope for her concern, hoping she would snoop around, asking questions and evidently get access to someone able to rescue her. It would be even more surprising if she were to join the mission, rescuing him herself. That would be a once-in-a-lifetime chance, knowing that he could have freedom from a near death experience. He was only able to just imagine that she-herself could have the heart and will to go forth and conduct what he desired...help...That being said, a nudge hit him from behind. He edged forward slightly, looking across his flight path. Marcus was aiming to land on the 14 story factory directly South-West of the tower. He scanned inwards and outwards, noticing the familiar sight of scope-glistens along the adjacent and parallel buildings. He knew that if he even tried to take the opportunity to escape, he would find himself in a falling body-bag, before crumbling into a ball on the floor. Marcus shivered. This was his demise, if he were to fuck everything up. So, taking a deep breath, he pushed his right leg outwards, spreading both his arms and legs. Before the launch, he had already configured the flap-ejection, allowing him to spread the wings without plummeting downwards to his death. It was time for the bird to fly. As both feet completely left the vicinity of the floor, the forces of nature took hold of the situation and dragged him downwards into a diving position. Breathing heavily, he felt scope after scope spy on him as he dived downwards; the ground seemed to accelerate towards him as he quickly leaned back, spreading both his arms and legs once again to behold the strong fabric. It caught on the wind, tugging on his body and allowing the suit to tense up. Leaning back some more, he managed to find a controlled height, able to slightly angle himself downwards for constant speed. He drifted along the sky, making sure that he was indeed above the target. He could see it, still quite a while below him. Laser-reticules from each marksman began to flicker-on and trail onto his body. Marcus knew that this could be the end, and that he needed to just keep going forward. The air rushed against his own, pushing his hair back. Trying ever-so hard not to shiver and lose balance was key, especially with the freezing temperatures of being higher up. He continued to breathe heavily, nervous that he might not make it alive when using such a dangerous and suicidal piece of equipment. Before he could over-shoot the target, Marcus quickly moved his right arm with speed, pulling on a tab connected to a strong wire-frame. From the pack he wore when floating, a large material of strength flushed from behind, tugging on his body once more. He jerked, coughing slightly as his speed was killed within seconds. The sight of looking down showed much relief, as he slowly drifted towards the rooftop of his target. From an earpiece fitted by the New-Order Research and Development team began to buzz, voices coming through to talk to him.

"Great work, M'...tomorrow we will repeat the test so we can capture the functions better. Also...thanks for not making a runner...we don't want mincemeat to be leading our little experiments, do we?" Another chilling sensation shattered his spine...

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As he found himself being dragged back into the little Windmill once again, Grant was placed down onto the floor. He could sense the danger of her wanting to end his life right now...It was clear that Grant would not make this out alive unless he somehow explained everything properly. Who knew, but maybe the lesser anger within his soul was enough to save himself from a permanent seizing of his own life. It was incredible how Human life was based upon killing one another, as well as killing what is needn't to be left alive. He looked up, bruising and sweat pouring from his forehead. His temperature was high still, and his body shook slightly. His head hung low as he muttered deeply, knowing what was coming next.

"I'm...guessing you want answers...t-to who I am...and...why the Grim Titan isn't Nira....."

Hi fellow RPers! :D

@skrewUps'Ello there mate.

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@VulkanI'll post again tomorrow, hopefully the event will have happened. I can't wait to have the rescue not happen XD

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@RainbowFactoryI'm really sorry again ;3; I`ll post tomorrow. This is just stupid how badly I can post on a frequent basis

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@VulkanThose don't really work like they are depicted, at least with the amount of bullets they can withstand.

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@VulkanI agree, that the shocks would be unbelievable, but I don't think they can really last that long. They aren't designed to withstand gunfire, but rather shield the user from a detonating bomb. Obviously a good few shots would be stopped, or so, but it could just be weakened really easily by repetitive or high-calibre rounds being fired at it, much like a normal vest.

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Marcus and his female superior navigated in and out of each street alleyway and corner to exfiltrate themselves from the area of operations. Though she seemed hyped about their small success, she couldn't help but ask why he was looking so glum all the time. She hadn't seen the note he left for the saleswoman, or whatever she was, but she could tell something was bothering him. In truth, it was the thought of knowing he will die soon-enough at the hands of either the Resistance he would be forced to challenge, or the New-Order not wanting his alliance any more. It would've at least made sense for her to know about that fact of his upcoming death, wouldn't it? Though, something just buried deep into his psychic ideas to question what he knew. She continued to ask him again and again, but only asking questions back helped to divert her from getting the answer she wanted. In saying so, Marcus managed to finally get her to contact the other teams.

"Alright...we got the area laid out and the building seems very little on security. But still go through with it, and prepare for some of the ambushing, I wouldn't go without armament...I'm calling this an all-hands-ago from my end, but your move is your decision. Out." She cut the radio signal, looking back at Marcus. "Anyway...something's bothering you, now that is taken care of." It took a while for Marcus to answer himself, but he got the answer out eventually.

"You...do realise where my life is going now...now that I'm here?" She tilted her head. "Uhh...y'know...they will kill me...like...they always do to Operatives who they don't need." She tilted her head further, stopping outside a rugged and dismantled shop, broken down and ripped into a abandoned wasteland of itself. Marcus sighed.

"B-but...you were only M.I.A, you haven't done anything wrong?"

"T-that's the th-thing...I wasn't...I left...I r-rebelled...I-I'm not part of the New-Order anymore...I-I never was." He felt her hand moving towards her pistol hilt, the weapon she recollected off of the Bouncer on her way out. "B-but...I'm not going back...I...I can't, right?" She knew that he wasn't a trustable person, but she couldn't exactly shoot him. She felt the surge of sympathy, knowing that if he told her everything that was true, he was no more than an unfortunate soul doomed to be killed. It scared her slightly, as she-herself was an Operative of her own. "T-this can h-h-happen to you two!" Her had froze, not even wrapped around the handle yet. She felt more fear as well. There was some doubt in what she had really been working for, but she couldn't believe it just yet, soon she edged her hand away. She must keep her role in play, rather than letting her negative emotions get the best of her.

"Pfft...oh well...come on...get back so we can rest you...alright...and you can start calling me Rosa, y'know...my name...instead of nothing." She gave a semi-warming grin, though it was one that showed much uncomfortable-ness in what she had been told.

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@ErrorIt isn't the fact that it is way too advanced, but describing it as being able to stop a tonne of bullets is just...well, Advanced, I'll say. Not even Juggernaught suits can do that, maybe stopping at least 3 before the armour is weakened and able to have penetration, especially with high calibre weapons being able to decimate the armour.