Lady Selune

Murder for Fun and Profit: A Mercenary RP

The first ever nuclear terrorist attack was launched on London, March 19th, 2022. A dirty bomb smuggled into the country was left inside the Gherkin in the City of London itself, detonating at 12:22 in the afternoon. Three more bombs would be detonated, one at 13:34 at Canary Wharf, one at 14:00 at the base of the London Eye, bringing the structure down, and one at 14:35, just outside Buckingham Palace. The subsequent chaos that followed lead to the establishment of the Centre for Disaster Relief, or the CDR. Utilising top-notch scientific technology, their job was to bring order to London as quick as possible, and clean up as much of the radiation in as short a time as possible.

Unfortunately for them however, someone was interested in pilfering CDR goods. Pale Horse, formerly a barely known private security venture stepped their game up, hiring mercenaries in their attempt to make a quick buck off of the latest in CDR gear. CDR, with blessing from the government, began to hire mercenaries in kind... Sometimes the same mercenaries working for Pale Horse. What was once a city of rubble and ruins has rapidly turned into rather silly conflict, with mercenaries of all types and flavours making their way into the ruins of the city in order to make themselves a lot of money indeed.

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Hello folks, Lady Selune here. Murder for Fun and Profit, or MFFAP as I'm going to call it for ease of typing, is a vaguely Overwatch inspired RP, with mercenaries and their fancy gadgets clashing as the CDR and Pale Horse war against each other, either to restore the city to its former glory... Or, to, well, steal from the ones actually trying to do something good. Any interest?

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Bump.

FREAKS in the Ether

"Uh..." The woman paused for a few seconds. "Lauren DuPont, Samson Hale and Jeremy Hawk...s? Not entirely sure what his name is. Secretary of Agriculture, Tourism and the head of taxes. Suspects other than yourself?" She looked at the woman, an awkward smile on her face. "Nobody. Pretty obviously and definitively you. Got you on camera, honestly, a miracle you even managed to get away after the third one considering how blase it was. I guess whoever jacked you only cared insofar as you could kill those three, and then couldn't give a rat's arse."

They departed from the elevator and up into a long hallway. A single turn and they had finally reached Aw3struck's bolthole... And all things considered it wasn't bad. The sheer fact that it had enough space for a proper kitchen with an oven in it was a step up from how most people lived. There was a thin layer of dust across almost everything, but that just meant that nobody else had been here between when she had last left nad now.

"Welcome to your new home. As for if I can trace it... Like I said. It'd take me a long time."

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FREAKS in the Ether

"Well, I don't know if you consider politicians 'innocent,' or not." She turned towards the woman with an expression that could only be summed up as a 'whelp.' "Three. Quite important ones as well, all national government, and funnily enough all of the leading party. Not a single opposition member touched. Sort of suspicious if you ask me..." She drummed her fingers against the car's steering wheel. "Not to mention the myriad other domestic terror charges you no doubt earned yourself."

"As for where we're going... Well, basically yes. We're going to a safehouse of mine. Nobody else knows I even own this place so it should be fine... Certainly the last place that anyone would look for you at any rate." A few more turns and then the car pulled itself into a small underground parking lot. "Gun." Aw3struck snapped her fingers and held a hand out, stashing the SMG back underneath her coat once it was handed over. With her highly illegal arsenal placed back into concealment, she then stretched her legs a little and stood up, indicating for the woman to get out.

The complex that the parking lot was attached to would prove itself to be a reasonable-size apartment complex. Thirty floors, actually fairly reasonable for this part of the Metro. A high-rise, rather than a true skyscraper. Aw3struck would lead the other woman to the elevator and press the thirteenth floor button, smoothly letting them up. Unlike a real poorhouse, the elevator was quiet and in good condition. Things here were cleaned and well-maintained, suggesting that for most folks it wouldn't exactly be cheap.

It was a good job then that Aw3struck wasn't most folks.

FREAKS in the Ether

"Better start to though, because the evidence is pretty undeniable." More twists and turns- they were deep in the thick of the Metro now... Well, they had always been so, but now they were both thick in it and very likely utterly free of any sort of surveillance or following. She felt comfortable enough to turn the self-driving feature on now, allowing the wheel to take itself and slowly removing her gloves. They were neat things- black with heavy leather stitches to hold themselves together. "Put these in the box along with the slab, would you?" She handed the pair over and pushed her seat back a little, thinking idly.

"You've been in my company for..." The woman flicked her eyes up, looking at a display that only she could see. "Fifteen minutes thirty seven seconds. Thirty eight... Thirty nine..." She shrugged. "I 'found' you, but really I was looking for you. There were some interesting spikes in activity. Your crime spree, sure, but also something else. A lot of us were trying to figure out what was happening." She paused for a second.

"Turns out, whoever was jacking you had covered themselves thoroughly, but not quite thoroughly enough. I was able to essentially backtrack the hacking to its ultimate base... Which was you. I don't know who actually jacked into your brain, but given sufficient time I'm sure the breadcrumbs would lead me back, bit by bit, to the person behind it all.

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FREAKS in the Ether

"My real name, why we're together and why the cops are on your tail." She paused after repeating the words, raising an eyebrow as she glid through the streets. "Well, we'll start with the first one I suppose. It's not my actual name but it's far better than a bullshit pseudonym. Call me Aw3struck." After she said it she realised that she had just said another pseudonym, and so continued on. "It's what most people know me by." The leetspeak wasn't pronounced mind, leaving it just as 'Awestruck.' She hadn't even coined the name herself, but that was a tale for a different day.

"You ended up in my company because you took the gun from me and didn't let go when I jumped off a building." Sometimes things weren't that complicated. The woman could have kneeled down and surrendered to the FREAKS, and she would have just floated on down by herself. It would have been a shame to expose herself like that for no gain, but that didn't really matter when it was a do-or-die situation that she had made it out of.

"Thirdly, you're with me because, as I said, you've had a wetware problem. You won't be remembering much of the past few days if I'm right, and that's because someone took control of your brain. Then, having hijacked you, you did... Quite a lot, dare I say. Check in the glovebox." Inside was a dataslab. "Search name: Sam Enduro." The slab beeped in recognition, then dragged up the results on screen. News reports. Lots and lots of news reports.

FREAKS in the Ether

The woman looked across at the detective, and then at the gun pointed towards her. Shaking her head, she turned her eyes back to the road, slipping between two cars to coast through a traffic light before it turned red. "Do that again and I'll snap your arm before taking my gun back, thank you very much." She didn't appreciate being threatened in her own car, and that went double when she'd just saved the person that was threatening her. "Try shooting me, go on."

Even if the woman tried to, the ETHER would flare up, a little red message popping up courtesy of herself. 'Hardware Doesn't Betray You.' "Now, if you'd like to start this again, maybe a little more politely, I'd be all too happy to answer some of your questions. Not all of them, but some. A horn honked as a self-driving car behind them braked, 'Guardian' staring in the mirror for a second before muttering a "Learn how to drive and don't just honk the horn."

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