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C.O.P.S. 2031

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talk about guns, crime, and the 'legendary' Mack Yancy.

@Dynamo Frokane

The only legendary thing about him is his intoxication withstanding rates and lateness

C.O.P.S. 2031

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Greg Kennedy

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Finally, his words were praised by but a single response. Greg carried a new smirk on his face, rubbing his finger-tips on the brown stubble peppering his chin and surrounding his mouth. The bristling sound would've been bliss if one of these comrades happened to be a fan of ASMR. Nonetheless, he returned the conversation.

"Well, what can I say? Shifty bastard meets me in the alleyway, tells me my own lifestory and then offers me a twisted job with little time to think...Sounds like a job I'd take any day in this bloody country." He smirked once again to himself, wiping his feet on the doormat before entering more.

He was cut off by the door opening a second time, this time a familiar face bringing itself indoors. He remembered it, passing the man a few times in the corridors of the NB Police Department. They most likely hadn't spoken a few times, and Greg's mind sometimes clouded over the tagic events he so missed. Simply nodding to him the instant their eyes met, he moved to the kitchen area and leant against the counter.

"Would you like a drink?" He wasn't sure who she was asking, so he waited. There was a short silence, so his assumption was it being aimed at him, regardless if he was wrong or not.

"Nah...Brought my own." Greg pulled out a small canteen, a faded insignia bearing on its outer-shell. The eyes that would pay attention would recognise it as the RMC's one, now seeming as a mear-legend with the Military standings. His lips made contact with it as he let a small gulp seep out. He was polite, not too loud when he spoke. The general man to talk to when issues were faced. In fairness, he'd most likely had travelled the most out of the team due to the countless jobs and Operations he'd experienced. His eyes looked at Lily, who also was in the kitchen, before signalling that it was directed to everyone. "Come on, let's hear a bit about yourselves before I start boring you with my dull past."

As indicated earlier, those with the keen eyes and attention to detail would've figured that the last sentence was no more than a lie. It wasn't boring, but rather tragic when it came to war. Hiding it with humour was one way to go about living in public.

C.O.P.S. 2031

@Dynamo FrokaneWhat conversation is good without stereotyping Haggis and Kilts?

C.O.P.S. 2031

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Greg Kennedy

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He continued to trek his way down the streets of Neo-Bay City, as he made his way to the designated destination. The address he was given didn't exactly seem like something a new Organisation would have. In all honesty, the flashy buildings and underground storage bays that many of the Corporations leading the world have access too. However, with it only just being formed, it'd make more than enough sense to literally just pull out your Mate's flat and using that as the Secret-Hideout. It wasn't exactly going to be a giant Letter-Shaped Skyline that overlooked the City like an Overly-Protective mother to her infant in their cot. The thought of the corporations briefly, before trailing off from what he used to work for. Whatever this new job included, it hopefully won't lead to some sort of brutal massacre towards his former work colleagues. Though he would admit, many of them were in fact knob-heads with classy equipment, some he had managed to develop small bonds with using the little time he spent with each one. His tie-in with each of these PFs gave mixed feelings about the world. Yes, the government had fallen and it was a tragedy, even costing him his job once or twice. His dreams had already been ruined by the rise of these superiors, and yet he somehow felt rather comfortable with their presence, at least at some points in his life. Yet, that was all just a delusion he had to face every now and then...He kept walking, shaking his head as he approached the designated street he'd been sent too.

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>A Few Days Ago...

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"Mr Kennedy? I don't think we've met before, have we?" The figure came completely into view. A strong cigarette balanced between his lips, seeping ash from its bud. His suit was somewhat irregular, having a few creases every now and then. The colour was dull, as if he were mourning over the death of an individual. He had the right to be mourning...The Justice that once was in this city and world had died, along with the superior governments that had ruled the surface of the Earth for a Thousand Years non-stop. Greg eyed the man, slowly stepping into the faint alleyway light that the male stood in. They were around the side of a building, not too far from the current Industry he was training: Procutia Inc. Greg finally began to speak up, seeing the amber glow from his cigarette glimmer once more.

"Can't say we have...I also can't say this will be very important regarding the current business I'm doing..." A chuckle emerged from the lips as a half-smirk brought itself into view. It was slightly sinister, but friendly and mysterious all at the same time. It confused him slightly, concerning the Scotsman.

"Well...Guess it's my duty to make you think the other-way..." The man moved the cigarette from his lips, dabbing it a few times to tip the Ash emissions from the tip before letting it go. His foot slowly slid on top of it, grinding it into the ground. He had a file, a document, laid to his side, held by his right hand. "Let's start with the easy part...The person you are, Gregory...Scottish-Bred. Have parents, Drew and Angelina? Served with the 45th Commando Regiment...Based in Angus, Scotland...A Master in Close-Quarters action, breaching and crowd control through Peacekeeping exercises where terrorism was high...Then you served against Australia, having earned yourself two promotions...Lance Corporal, then Corporal. The war ended just before Australia had a chance to set their invasion upon British Soil...Smart move, eh? The Government fell not long after, your Unit, as most, was disbanded. Having only a few to follow, your superior immediately sent you off to Neo-Bay, where he ordered a place for you in their Police Force to ensure your abilities weren't wasted...Spent time with the Riot-Police, finding even more ways to improve on CQC and Armoured movement without Vehicular assistance. Drove yourself to the rank of Sergeant, not being far off the last and latest record for promotion speed. A Master, yet again, behind the Shield, using Batons, Metal Rods and Small Firearms at your decision. The Force was disbanded and the only last resort available was these petty companies, hindering your skills to improve whatever injustice they wish to serve...Oh, and you also like your Tea with Semi-Skinned Milk...How original?" Greg's eyes narrowed. How did this man know so much about him, without him knowing about the man? It seemed impossible...Improbable...But he said it. All he could do was nod slowly, taking it all in with some confusion, a large amount of caution taking place within his mind. This all seemed too innocent, but with information like that all he could do was play along. Who knew how much this figure knew about him, apart from himself obviously? "Before I get straight to the point...You remember a Mack? Michael Yancy? One of the Lieutenants at the Neo-Bay Police Force?" He thought for a while, before slowly developing a civil answer.

"I know of a Mack...From that description, at least...We didn't talk too much, had a few drinks together and chatted on some occasions...Guy disappeared from existence, seemingly, once the Force was disbanded."

"Huh...Well isn't that good news? You'll have time to catch up when we get together...Which brings me to this...I'd like to introduce you to a new programme...Something I can imagine your skills would fit in nicely. You're the first of the group that I've come to grab for the project. Mack'll be leading it, under my belt of course, with quite a few faces that have seen the combat, others that...Well...Haven't...But someone'll need that Shield to hide behind...Not these Private Forces that lay waste to what we used to call justice...You understand where I'm going with this? Because if so...Would you like to know more?" He stepped more into the light, letting out one final grin.

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>Present Day...

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Gregory came face-to-face with the door, looking at the handle. He shrugged to himself, seeing how Unfancy it looked to what other groups might be. But what matters there? Why have something technological and obvious when you could operate in the comfort of your own home. Taking a fist, with one knuckle sticking out, he knocked on the door. What greeted him was more than just a national neighbour. Highly English, something Greg always loved and was used to in his previous roles towards his country, the man was more than excited to see him. Welcoming him and leading him inside, he looked to his left, seeing four awkwardly-sat, and stood, individuals all huddled into the building. His eyes darted to each and everyone of them, all looking as if they originated from different ethnic groups. Finding this quite amusing, he smirked slightly, closing the door behind him. Greg's body build wasn't incredible strong, but it definitely was more than capable for the role he served. His strong accent broke the near-deafening silence that was present.

"Ey lads and Lasses...Looks like I got the right address, unless you are here for some sponsored silence event?"

C.O.P.S. 2031

I updated my 2nd Theme Song, as well as am now starting on my Post.

The War of Galaxies, A Science Fiction Story

@EWilldenI'll be waiting too...Perhaps I'll do the same

Sword Art Online [Interest Check]

@Seravee I'm also here to help and assist in anyway you want me to, just as a little warm-up introduction.

Sword Art Online [Interest Check]

Would it be bad if I told you how interested I was?

C.O.P.S. 2031

@Dynamo Frokane I'll probably have mine up tomorrow!

C.O.P.S. 2031

Sgt. Greg Kennedy

_{"What can I say? Someone's got to keep the rowdy business at bay..."}

Name
Gregory Scott Kennedy [Ranked - Sergeant]

Role
Riot Officer

Date of Birth
September 20th - 2001 | 29 Years Old

Height
6' 2"

Weight
174

Nationality
Scottish

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Appearance

Gear Attire

Gas mask is an optional attire obviously. This is usually replaced with a Tactical Police Helmet fit with a Balaclava.

Background
Born in Scotland, not too close from the rising, and falling, Urban cities that laid around, Gregory was always a peculiar child. Having grown up in a small shire-like area, there wasn't too much the child could do. General work could be done locally when he wasn't being sent to schools in nearby towns. Gregory wasn't a pain at all during his youth, and was rather a pleasant young chap. His grades flew nicely and his GCSEs went on with great success. His life wasn't too bad growing up, living as a single child with his Father Drew and his Mother Angelina Kennedy. When he had passed his GCSEs and had left Year 11, his growth and time spent with a slightly Local Royal Marine Cadet group paid off as he moved south to engage within the Royal Marine Commandos. Training wasn't much of an issue at the time, as he was a well-built lad for his age, and the height also came with its advantages, as well as disadvantages. For the years to come, he remained within its service, having enough time to excel at something his superiors saw potential in. During CQC exercises involving the standard Breaching-and-Surveying exercises, he proved to be entirely capable at leading them on his own. Acting as a Pointman for controlling these exercises, he became noted down for operations that may come into the future. His concentration and capability to remain focused whilst in tight, pressuring scenarios made him one of the more ideal personnel within that branch of abilities.

As time progressed, and one Promotion later to Lance Corporal, it became the Year 2019, the ignition of the Queen's Requiem War. 7 Years of conflict had emerged, bringing a devastating effect on the world. Competing against a once companioned Australia, conflict became far more common in his eyes and life. This was where the man had to become what he was dreaming of, a soldier. Numerous times was Gregory deployed into Australian grounds to undertake many Operations and Small-Objectives in the hopes of crippling their foe into surrender, rather than having to wipe out their opposition. The Royal Marine Commandos, as well as forces such as the SAS, SBS and RAF, were noted of their almost perfect amount of victories, which were sometimes cancelled out by crippling defeats. It was a long and hardening war, taking immense tolls on who he was physically and emotionally. Gregory started to notice the world how it really was...A Clusterfuck. In good time, he partook in an important Operation involving the RMC where a Covert-Operations Held compound for the Australian Military, where his desired Breaching tactics were put into play. After it being called a success, only a few weeks passed before the United Kingdom surrendered, reducing any threats of physically being invaded and landed upon. That left Gregory without a role, as Militaries began to forge into organisations keen on producing their wealth from the world issues. Losing his role, rank and purpose, he nearly felt hopeless. Upon embarking on a journey with some of his fellow disbanded Platoon Comrades to Neo-Bay City. There, the group signed up to a detachment that worked alongside the Neo-Bay Police Force, taking a leap into Riot Control specialisation and training. Now used to spend the short remaining time that the Last Force had left on suppressing anarchists and criminal marches, he once again felt like his uses could be propelled further within the falling world. It was from here he became mutually acquainted to Mack, one of the higher authorities and well respected Personnel amongst Neo-Bay's force. The two barely talked, but they knew of each other and of each other's skill, making them quite a pair if they were somehow put into the same detachment.

Once again, as time passed, his job crumbled, as the entire Force was disbanded. This was where the lowest point sunk in, knowing that any governmental organisations and branches were purely gone in the world of new-found leadership. For the years to come, Gregory split off, finishing his work as a Sergeant within the Police Force, from most of his RMC Comrades, only staying in touch with two more, when his work as a Riot Officer was needed elsewhere. He became a trainer for hire, soon rising in popularity for Breaching and Close-Quarters Combat. Usually specialising in non-lethal takedowns, arrests and raids, his previous skills as a commando and Riot Officer had given him what he needed to make his final living in the Earth. Many companies would hire him to host month-long programmes that would encourage the knowledge of breaching, damage withstanding and combat to their personnel. He mainly trained those with Non-Lethal apprehensions, sometimes drawing onto small firearms and handguns that could be wielded during the handling of Riot Shields and breaching exercises. He did get used once again by these companies for Riot Suppressions numerous times once again, but they weren't for causes he would agree with, leading to some stories he regrettably knows of.. He did not particularly enjoy this new career at all, and was prepared to do whatever it takes to do what he does the right way...

Then, the call came through. Being lead into an alleyway, he was confronted by Tim Taggart, informing him of a new programme. C.O.P.S.

Theme 1

I like to imagine that this is the sort of song that'd play during the sort of Gearing-Up session, or walking towards an oncoming riot.

Theme 2

This would be the sort of song that'd play during the CQC shoot-and-hit fighting scenes...Just because.