Jeep Wrangler

Imperfect World (New Players Always Welcome!)

Sorry if my post is a bit...like...boring or unnecessary. There's not a lot I can really get him to do that relates to his captivity before he gets rescued.

Imperfect World (New Players Always Welcome!)

It was a matter of time before she would return to his quarters to spread the news. He could finally find out what exactly he was used for, the purpose of him still being in one piece. The knowing of traitor-ship to his very own humanity waved his emotions to-and-fro. His head was resting in the palms of both hands, trembling at whatever thoughts would come. It must've been a few hours or so. As soon as he was sent back, tests were run on him whilst whatever outcome went on at least a few miles away. He'd never be able to hear, read or identify what could've possibly went down, and that fucking terrified him to the core. His mind went to those on the roof. Luther 'Besra' Martindale. Lucinda 'Goshawk' Graham. Shikra... All three had perished, and from that, many more might've. It had been a short while since the man had even heard of the Flock's movement, as if they had just gone incognito. In known that Marcus was captured, they would plot day after day to think of a way to release their brethren before they were killed...or said something they shouldn't. Having someone with the experience and knowledge of Marcus in the captive clutches of the New-Order spelt grief, and made them stand down all operations to focus on making sure that Marcus was going to make it. Nothing had been heard of, unfortunately. He was still there. They were still unable to make a move. Marcus let out the deepest of moans, tightening his grip around the withered forehead. Without warning, his door was unlocked, and it slid open slowly. Expecting the rush of footsteps from Rosa, as she usually did...there was a pause of silence. Through the corner of his preferable vision, he could make out her standing there...watching him. After a minute of just looking towards him, she approached; her files were within her hands, labelled Confidential.

"Marcus? You...alright?" She sounded quite distraught. Maybe she had gotten the time to think about what Marcus had told her...About what will happen to her...about what they were doing. To her expectation, Marcus only grunted a yes. He was never great at communicating, and the files of his service career stated this issue. "Hey...I was just looking through your camera feed and noticed tha-" She looked back towards Marcus, seeing him glumly stare up at her now. Rosa silenced herself, opening the folder and sitting in a chair opposite the bed he was rested on. "So...our Mission, hey? Good success on our behalf. Not much else I can really say bu-"

"W-What happened after...W-we left?" Marcus spoke up, muttering a low tone. Rosa looked oddly at him.

"U-uhm. You know...a good mission complete and we returned. It is all go-"

"I said...What...Happened." He retorted. The tone was now stuttering, knowing something horrendous was about to slam straight into his conciousness. Rosa looked down slightly, trying not to make eye contact. These sort of parts of her job were difficult...telling people outcomes they did not want to hear...and expecting herself to go along as if another day at the office had gone by.

Her voice trailed slightly as she hummed, trying to think of a way to put it that didn't make it sound horrifically grim or disturbing. She, herself, for once wasn't prepared to just sit back and let him sob over something they had accomplished with flawless results.

"From what we have confirmed, our teams then moved in after I made our little 'Call'. Pretty good timing, as many armed personnel, including two highly-respected Captains, Juno and one known as Nick, that entered. The exact details of their actions aren't for our eyes, but we do know that we have a confirmed 306+ Deaths from those purged within the building." She said, a slight grin of proudness flashed at Marcus. There was a deafening silence as she waited for a response, and so be it. A trembling voice seeped from his lips.

"You are proud...p-proud to be o-one of those...those...those who ended so many lives..." He stumbled through his vocal journey.

"Well...they were Nexus...Terrorists! You know that they are bad peop-"

"AND...What makes y-you think...they were all Nexus soldiers? I-It's a NightClub...People g-go there often! I met so-someone...who clearly was j-just a business woman. You s-seriously have forgotten the FUCKING OTHERS!" He leapt to his feet and wrapped his fingers around the rim of a water-basin in the corner of the room, mainly for cooking purposes. Rosa's face showed nothing but shock. She hadn't expected him to act so...defensively towards those who died. It traced her mind as she thought about those numbers..."Think...Think for once in your fucking life...your ever-so small life...that some people involved didn't deserve to die! Many of those within that building, fuck...maybe...maybe even m-more than half...were Citizens! N-not everyone t-there was a-armed...You s-send two blood-thirsty p-pricks to g-go murder. Cold-blooded style killings...w-with little consideration...Fuck...j-just...fucking shut up a-about this Mission..." Once again, she was silent. She had nothing to say, and to be honest, she only felt regret. It was true. She hadn't been considerative. She knew that there were many non-Nexus personnel killed. She knew her actions were crucial to the Operation...This wasn't just a Terrorist Hunt, but a mass Siege that was targeted to succeed with no obstructions, even common Citizen lives. On that note, she stood up slowly and awkwardly, making her way towards the exit. As she left, Rosa looked to Marcus, seeing him begin to wash his face in the mirror. A faint glimpse of failure flickered in her eyes as she turned, locking the door behind her.

Quarantine: The Space Station

@HipsterWhen are you going to introduce your character and maybe give us more backdrop/background to the storyline?

Imperfect World (New Players Always Welcome!)

I'll post tomorrow.

@VulkanFor the sakes of my next post, how many should we say died in the incident?

Hounds of War - NETs Release [MGS RP - Still accepting]

@Eviledd1984 Do whatever. Hand the GM over to Argathon for now. Again, really sorry...

Quarantine: The Space Station

@HipsterKinda exciting this...

[AoT 1x1] - 'Grim Tales'

Grant looked up slightly. He was restless, yes...but it could be worth the shot. He thought about what she had said, and why she was bringing up Caroline like that. Surely she did know her, but for the coincidences of the two being linked seemed odd...Grant returned a few gazes to his nearly empty bottle, then back to the woman within his homestead. A sigh couldn't help but seep from his lips as he rubbed two long fingers and a thumb against his forehead. He looked up again, a question in mind. "Wait....We?"

Quarantine: The Space Station

Christopher B. Harrison

"The only things in life worth living for...is that little thought. The one that ensures that what I do saves many others...even with extreme costs."

Appearance:

On-Duty Attire+Appearance

Gender:
Male

Age:
25

Occupation:
Technological Support Staff [Assisting in repairs. Mainly placed in an enclosed Tech room that can handle telecommunications in and out of the station's ssectors. There are roughly 5 or these.]

Personality:
A Nervous man with a stressful job. Things couldn't possibly be thr worst pairing ever. The job was selected with well though mainly because of hoe secluded and anti-social it could be. Though he has tremendous anxiety, knowledge and intellect are two things he excels in. Normally quite understanding for others within reason, his companionship and guidance serves quite the punch.

History:
A nice, Scottish lad, he grew up as. Anxiety had always been a problem as a boy, studying in multiple educational facilities located in and outside of his home city, Glasgow. As the educational system had changed in the United Kingdon to suit individual jobs, Christopher was able to study heavily in Telecommunications, as well as taking numerous Technology handling practices. His family were of a simplr Upper-Middle Class, being more fortunate to avoid the dawn of poverty. After leaving home and education, passing his graduation with almost full-Flying Colours, Christopher went into being hired by a Company known as H.U.N.T. [Highland Unit in Navigation and Trasnmissions]. This was a semi-global producer of vehicle Navigation systems, as well as more in depth communication devices. After working on a project to create a flawless radar, radio and correction system, Christopher discovered his, as well as four other specialists in the same field [Jaundice - Scottish Female | Sharon - American Female | Frederick - Welsh Male | Vera - English Femalr], work was to be assigned to a new station...named the Aurora.

As the computing system was sent up, Christoper and his colleagues underwent intense Space training to provide them with the skills to cope, act and and realise any dangers in board. They were tested in using a Comfortable conversion of regular on-duty clothing and Short-term EVA exo-skeletal uniforms [As seen in image]. They provided a thin armouring layer for any layor that coulf absorb small impacts, designed for protection whilst in EVA Mode. Fitted with a screening system that linked to connected systems, their work could be limited to the smaller roles as their job. The real ways of communicating to other ships, inside the station and giving status reports were from the room assignment. Christopher spent only a shorter time than the other staff, as the training and equipment was so new, and has been known to br amongst the five capable of using the system. The stress, however, does not help with confidence. Only the nightmare will test the courage to survive...

Inventory:
-Exo-Skeletal Attire [Usually in the corner of his Room]
-Ear piecing [As in for telecommunications, not a stylish Pierce.]
-Security Card - Lvl. 4 [Maybe the same as a Security Guard]
-Attachable Metallic Pack [Basically a fixable, reinforced bag to attach to the attire]
-A Standard Communication Flare Kit [Red - Critical Situation | Amber - Problems within fixable solutions | Green - Working Order | Purple - Alternative Signal, such as maybe check communications, test a device. All dependent on users instruction.]
-Aurora Class Technician Clothing

Other:
Talking to him can be difficult, and getting him to focus or braven up can really mess up the man's morale. Rarely a handgun is in the vicinity or use of Chris, though with his security level small-arms training is done as by compulsory training.

Hounds of War - NETs Release [MGS RP - Still accepting]

@AgathonYou guys could continue to do this...maybe me placing one of you in charge. I really cannot post or manage this right now.

Hounds of War - NETs Release [MGS RP - Still accepting]

@AgathonI'm especially sorry for you, as this has happened twice.