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LOCATIONS
Lincoln Tunnel
Agent Nathan Bates
Male // 30 // Firefly
BRIEF SYNOPSIS
Nathan Bates (Call sign: Firefly) grew up in sunny South New Jersey in the heart of Camden with a crowded family. Forth child and third son of the family. Bates joined the military once he graduated from high school and spent two tours in the Middle East. Because of his leadership capabilities and checking all boxes within the set of criteria for Directive 51, the sergeant was trained at an undisclosed location and then allowed to live a normal life.
That was until the signal was activated.
Without any reason, Bates gathered his things and left his loved ones without reason (as instructed), heading out as an agent of The Division. Command appointed Nathan as leader of Wolverines, one of the dozens of squads being used for Operation Osiris.
That was until the signal was activated.
Without any reason, Bates gathered his things and left his loved ones without reason (as instructed), heading out as an agent of The Division. Command appointed Nathan as leader of Wolverines, one of the dozens of squads being used for Operation Osiris.
BRIEF PSYCHE
Firefly had a reputation for playing loose with accepted strategy for military command. In several simulations, he gave up valuable fortifications and strategic locations to enemy forces. And when they were tried and weakened, Firefly attacked and won with few casualties than predicated. Cost him several promotions as a result before enrolling in Directive 51. That reputation meant that he had a problem with his emotions. Note that Firefly might disregard suggestions or advice for ISAC along with orders from Command.
Yet, Firefly is determined to the objective and willing to sacrifice everything to complete it. He's somewhat optimistic, even during these tough times.
Yet, Firefly is determined to the objective and willing to sacrifice everything to complete it. He's somewhat optimistic, even during these tough times.
INVENTORY
SCAR-L
Contact Lenses
Smart Watch
SHD Issued Equipment
- Suppressor
- Extended magazine
PF45- Extended magazine
Contact Lenses
Smart Watch
SHD Issued Equipment
- Body Armor
- Masks
- Gloves
- Backpacks
- Knee Pads
- Holsters
SHD Tech- Masks
- Gloves
- Backpacks
- Knee Pads
- Holsters
- Blinder Firefly
- Remote Pulse
- Airburst Seeker Mine
- Remote Pulse
- Airburst Seeker Mine
"When society falls, we rise."
LINCOLN TUNNEL // HUDSON YARDS
When it was announced that New York City was going to be under lockdown, thousands of people packed their belongings and tried to flee via the bridges and tunnels. One of the busiest tunnels was the Lincoln Tunnel, and it got bad enough that people ditched their cars to walk. The problem was that the tunnel was the primary supply line for food, medicines, and supplies from the outside world. So when the military had to turn away desperate people, a massive riot engulfed and overwhelmed the forces. It was one of the first cases where military personnel opened fire upon people, killing six.
Then, it became a frequent target for raids to obtain any remaining supplies. And once trade ceased for good, the Joint Task Force abandoned the checkpoint and retreated further into the city. Now, it was a reminder of their failure and of the past.
A lone soul exited out of the dark tunnel and quickly embraced the clear skies with a long breath. He was dressed like a soldier ready for a fight, carrying around his SCAR-L. But, he wasn't a soldier. Instead, Nathan Bates was an agent of the newly formed Strategic Homeland Division (SHD), and he came to the Big Apple with orders: scout out the Lincoln Tunnel checkpoint and retake it. It was significant from the SHD to maintain it if the city was to survive another day.
Unsurprisingly, there was no resistance or signs of anyone recently living in the area. Agent Bates felt relieved and disappointed that no one was in the area; but, the nearby building had one of its garage doors lifted slightly. He pulled out his pistol and a flashlight before carefully entering inside. There still was nothing to indicate trouble. And when he got in the empty office space, Bates put away the pistol and began his hunt for clues as to the whereabouts of the JTF. So far, it was picked clean; yet, there was a security camera above. It meant that ECHO could be able to provide valuable intel.
Agent Bates activated the system, and it started to download the cloud data and then surveillance data before analyzing it. Reconstruction was done in a matter of seconds. Bates was still impressed with how much-advanced tech the SHD had in their arsenal. From the seekers to ECHO and ISAC, they were prepared for every single scenario imaginable. But, there wasn't time to wonder. Bates had to complete his objective, and he only needed to sit back and watch the holograms in action:
Bates finished writing down the name of the building onto a torn piece of paper and shoved it into his pocket. It was good to know that JTF was still fighting tooth and nail for this city. Hopefully, they were still around at the postal service building. He stood up and looked around for any other clues, but anything useful was either taken or destroyed. Like what the officer wanted. So with nothing else, it was time for Bates to get in contact with Overlord about his findings.
"Overload, this is Firefly. Standby for report. Over." Bates grabbed ahold of the radio from his holster. There was a moment of silence before Overload responded.
"Firefly, send your traffic. Over."
"JTF forces regrouped at the James A. Farley Building. Lincoln checkpoint was left abandoned with no signs of life. Do you copy?"
"Solid copy, Firefly." Overload answered before going silent for a moment. "Firefly, standby at current location. Badger is making their way towards you. Over."
"Copy, Overload. Standing by for Bader. Over." Bates responded and shoved the radio back into its holster. He took a seat on a nearby desk, facing towards the entrance. Now, he needed to only wait.
Then, it became a frequent target for raids to obtain any remaining supplies. And once trade ceased for good, the Joint Task Force abandoned the checkpoint and retreated further into the city. Now, it was a reminder of their failure and of the past.
A lone soul exited out of the dark tunnel and quickly embraced the clear skies with a long breath. He was dressed like a soldier ready for a fight, carrying around his SCAR-L. But, he wasn't a soldier. Instead, Nathan Bates was an agent of the newly formed Strategic Homeland Division (SHD), and he came to the Big Apple with orders: scout out the Lincoln Tunnel checkpoint and retake it. It was significant from the SHD to maintain it if the city was to survive another day.
Unsurprisingly, there was no resistance or signs of anyone recently living in the area. Agent Bates felt relieved and disappointed that no one was in the area; but, the nearby building had one of its garage doors lifted slightly. He pulled out his pistol and a flashlight before carefully entering inside. There still was nothing to indicate trouble. And when he got in the empty office space, Bates put away the pistol and began his hunt for clues as to the whereabouts of the JTF. So far, it was picked clean; yet, there was a security camera above. It meant that ECHO could be able to provide valuable intel.
Agent Bates activated the system, and it started to download the cloud data and then surveillance data before analyzing it. Reconstruction was done in a matter of seconds. Bates was still impressed with how much-advanced tech the SHD had in their arsenal. From the seekers to ECHO and ISAC, they were prepared for every single scenario imaginable. But, there wasn't time to wonder. Bates had to complete his objective, and he only needed to sit back and watch the holograms in action:
There were two JTF soldiers in the office space. One of them was sitting in front of a computer while the other was on their phone. They were keeping to themselves until an alarm went off, causing them to stop in place. Then, a JTF officer ran in and yelled out. "Gather your things, we are leaving!"
"Leaving?!" one of the soldiers stood up from the chair and looked at the officer. "Where in the world are we going?"
"Regrouping with the remaining JTF forces at the James A. Farley Building." the officer answered while gathering some papers on a desk. "Destroy anything crucial to the JFT if it can't be taken. Another squad will come to help us with the generator in fifteen.
Once the officer left the room, both soldiers stopped what they were doing and made their way towards the barracks. But, one of the soldiers stopped in place, looked at the computer, and ran back towards it. The other soldier looked in disbelief and bluntly asked. "What the hell are you doing?!"
The soldier quickly typed something, sent it, and turned off the computer. "Saying goodbye."
"Leaving?!" one of the soldiers stood up from the chair and looked at the officer. "Where in the world are we going?"
"Regrouping with the remaining JTF forces at the James A. Farley Building." the officer answered while gathering some papers on a desk. "Destroy anything crucial to the JFT if it can't be taken. Another squad will come to help us with the generator in fifteen.
Once the officer left the room, both soldiers stopped what they were doing and made their way towards the barracks. But, one of the soldiers stopped in place, looked at the computer, and ran back towards it. The other soldier looked in disbelief and bluntly asked. "What the hell are you doing?!"
The soldier quickly typed something, sent it, and turned off the computer. "Saying goodbye."
Bates finished writing down the name of the building onto a torn piece of paper and shoved it into his pocket. It was good to know that JTF was still fighting tooth and nail for this city. Hopefully, they were still around at the postal service building. He stood up and looked around for any other clues, but anything useful was either taken or destroyed. Like what the officer wanted. So with nothing else, it was time for Bates to get in contact with Overlord about his findings.
"Overload, this is Firefly. Standby for report. Over." Bates grabbed ahold of the radio from his holster. There was a moment of silence before Overload responded.
"Firefly, send your traffic. Over."
"JTF forces regrouped at the James A. Farley Building. Lincoln checkpoint was left abandoned with no signs of life. Do you copy?"
"Solid copy, Firefly." Overload answered before going silent for a moment. "Firefly, standby at current location. Badger is making their way towards you. Over."
"Copy, Overload. Standing by for Bader. Over." Bates responded and shoved the radio back into its holster. He took a seat on a nearby desk, facing towards the entrance. Now, he needed to only wait.
"Because yesterday, we were ordinary citizens.
But today, we are The Division."
AGENTS
Agent Nathan Bates // Firefly // Active
Agent Donald Hayes // Badger // Active
Agent Donald Hayes // Badger // Active
ALLIES
WIP
ENEMIES
WIP
CITIZENS
WIP
"Extremis malis extrema remedia."
CLASSIFIED INFORMATION
Black Friday. November 23rd, 2019. The day that many analysts recognized as the beginning of the end of modern society. It started out as normally as the shopping holiday could have. Millions of consumers across the world rushed into stores, looking for the best deals. And even with a few reports of injuries and deaths, it seemed to be under control. That was until a few days after the holiday. Sudden spikes of hospital admissions occurred all over several countries, including the United States and Britain. Yet, health and government officials assumed it was the result of an early flu season. And they were kind of correct as symptoms in patients resembled the common cold (fever, sore throat, etc.).
Then, the first deaths occurred a day after the reported spikes.
Once the death toll reached one hundred, the World Health Organization entered protocol and began their investigation into the outbreak along with the Central Disease Control. On the second day, quarantine zones were established, and cities went into lockdown. The military and local law enforcement cooperated in maintaining order until a vaccine was produced. Of course, their attempts were futile. Everything from the markets to international trade halted, causing the worldwide collapse of the economy. There was so much of the dead that mass graves became a common sight.
Panic set in on the fourth day once power and water failed for good. Everyone was a potential threat now, even the authorities. Dozens of quarantine zones began to fall apart in bloodbaths caused either by the people or the ones supposed to defend them for outside threats. In a matter of five days, the entire world entered its darkest period in history. The Dollar Flu brought everyone on their knees while those with the right equipment and might rose from the ashes. Militia groups and street gangs formed to restore order and push their own agenda against the innocent.
Yet, there was hope in the form of Directive 51.
Its existence was classified for years until recently when it was enacted. Thousands of sleeper cells and agents were awakened by a signal. And within hours of its activation, they were ready for duty and awaiting orders for command. Their objective was to ensure the continuity of government in the case of a catastrophic emergency. On the sixth day, since the Dollar Flu first appeared, The Division was ready to save what remained.
Then, the first deaths occurred a day after the reported spikes.
Once the death toll reached one hundred, the World Health Organization entered protocol and began their investigation into the outbreak along with the Central Disease Control. On the second day, quarantine zones were established, and cities went into lockdown. The military and local law enforcement cooperated in maintaining order until a vaccine was produced. Of course, their attempts were futile. Everything from the markets to international trade halted, causing the worldwide collapse of the economy. There was so much of the dead that mass graves became a common sight.
Panic set in on the fourth day once power and water failed for good. Everyone was a potential threat now, even the authorities. Dozens of quarantine zones began to fall apart in bloodbaths caused either by the people or the ones supposed to defend them for outside threats. In a matter of five days, the entire world entered its darkest period in history. The Dollar Flu brought everyone on their knees while those with the right equipment and might rose from the ashes. Militia groups and street gangs formed to restore order and push their own agenda against the innocent.
Yet, there was hope in the form of Directive 51.
Its existence was classified for years until recently when it was enacted. Thousands of sleeper cells and agents were awakened by a signal. And within hours of its activation, they were ready for duty and awaiting orders for command. Their objective was to ensure the continuity of government in the case of a catastrophic emergency. On the sixth day, since the Dollar Flu first appeared, The Division was ready to save what remained.
Agent Nathan Bates
Male // 30 // Firefly
BRIEF SYNOPSIS
Nathan Bates (Call sign: Firefly) grew up in sunny South New Jersey in the heart of Camden with a crowded family. Forth child and third son of the family. Bates joined the military once he graduated from high school and spent two tours in the Middle East. Because of his leadership capabilities and checking all boxes within the set of criteria for Directive 51, the sergeant was trained at an undisclosed location and then allowed to live a normal life.
That was until the signal was activated.
Without any reason, Bates gathered his things and left his loved ones without reason (as instructed), heading out as an agent of The Division. Command appointed Nathan as leader of Wolverines, one of the dozens of squads being used for Operation Osiris.
That was until the signal was activated.
Without any reason, Bates gathered his things and left his loved ones without reason (as instructed), heading out as an agent of The Division. Command appointed Nathan as leader of Wolverines, one of the dozens of squads being used for Operation Osiris.
BRIEF PSYCHE
Firefly had a reputation for playing loose with accepted strategy for military command. In several simulations, he gave up valuable fortifications and strategic locations to enemy forces. And when they were tried and weakened, Firefly attacked and won with few casualties than predicated. Cost him several promotions as a result before enrolling in Directive 51. That reputation meant that he had a problem with his emotions. Note that Firefly might disregard suggestions or advice for ISAC along with orders from Command.
Yet, Firefly is determined to the objective and willing to sacrifice everything to complete it. He's somewhat optimistic, even during these tough times.
Yet, Firefly is determined to the objective and willing to sacrifice everything to complete it. He's somewhat optimistic, even during these tough times.
INVENTORY
SCAR-L
Contact Lenses
Smart Watch
SHD Issued Equipment
- Suppressor
- Extended magazine
PF45- Extended magazine
Contact Lenses
Smart Watch
SHD Issued Equipment
- Body Armor
- Masks
- Gloves
- Backpacks
- Knee Pads
- Holsters
SHD Tech- Masks
- Gloves
- Backpacks
- Knee Pads
- Holsters
- Blinder Firefly
- Remote Pulse
- Airburst Seeker Mine
- Remote Pulse
- Airburst Seeker Mine
"When society falls, we rise."
LINCOLN TUNNEL // HUDSON YARDS
When it was announced that New York City was going to be under lockdown, thousands of people packed their belongings and tried to flee via the bridges and tunnels. One of the busiest tunnels was the Lincoln Tunnel, and it got bad enough that people ditched their cars to walk. The problem was that the tunnel was the primary supply line for food, medicines, and supplies from the outside world. So when the military had to turn away desperate people, a massive riot engulfed and overwhelmed the forces. It was one of the first cases where military personnel opened fire upon people, killing six.
Then, it became a frequent target for raids to obtain any remaining supplies. And once trade ceased for good, the Joint Task Force abandoned the checkpoint and retreated further into the city. Now, it was a reminder of their failure and of the past.
A lone soul exited out of the dark tunnel and quickly embraced the clear skies with a long breath. He was dressed like a soldier ready for a fight, carrying around his SCAR-L. But, he wasn't a soldier. Instead, Nathan Bates was an agent of the newly formed Strategic Homeland Division (SHD), and he came to the Big Apple with orders: scout out the Lincoln Tunnel checkpoint and retake it. It was significant from the SHD to maintain it if the city was to survive another day.
Unsurprisingly, there was no resistance or signs of anyone recently living in the area. Agent Bates felt relieved and disappointed that no one was in the area; but, the nearby building had one of its garage doors lifted slightly. He pulled out his pistol and a flashlight before carefully entering inside. There still was nothing to indicate trouble. And when he got in the empty office space, Bates put away the pistol and began his hunt for clues as to the whereabouts of the JTF. So far, it was picked clean; yet, there was a security camera above. It meant that ECHO could be able to provide valuable intel.
Agent Bates activated the system, and it started to download the cloud data and then surveillance data before analyzing it. Reconstruction was done in a matter of seconds. Bates was still impressed with how much-advanced tech the SHD had in their arsenal. From the seekers to ECHO and ISAC, they were prepared for every single scenario imaginable. But, there wasn't time to wonder. Bates had to complete his objective, and he only needed to sit back and watch the holograms in action:
Bates finished writing down the name of the building onto a torn piece of paper and shoved it into his pocket. It was good to know that JTF was still fighting tooth and nail for this city. Hopefully, they were still around at the postal service building. He stood up and looked around for any other clues, but anything useful was either taken or destroyed. Like what the officer wanted. So with nothing else, it was time for Bates to get in contact with Overlord about his findings.
"Overload, this is Firefly. Standby for report. Over." Bates grabbed ahold of the radio from his holster. There was a moment of silence before Overload responded.
"Firefly, send your traffic. Over."
"JTF forces regrouped at the James A. Farley Building. Lincoln checkpoint was left abandoned with no signs of life. Do you copy?"
"Solid copy, Firefly." Overload answered before going silent for a moment. "Firefly, standby at current location. Badger is making their way towards you. Over."
"Copy, Overload. Standing by for Bader. Over." Bates responded and shoved the radio back into its holster. He took a seat on a nearby desk, facing towards the entrance. Now, he needed to only wait.
Then, it became a frequent target for raids to obtain any remaining supplies. And once trade ceased for good, the Joint Task Force abandoned the checkpoint and retreated further into the city. Now, it was a reminder of their failure and of the past.
A lone soul exited out of the dark tunnel and quickly embraced the clear skies with a long breath. He was dressed like a soldier ready for a fight, carrying around his SCAR-L. But, he wasn't a soldier. Instead, Nathan Bates was an agent of the newly formed Strategic Homeland Division (SHD), and he came to the Big Apple with orders: scout out the Lincoln Tunnel checkpoint and retake it. It was significant from the SHD to maintain it if the city was to survive another day.
Unsurprisingly, there was no resistance or signs of anyone recently living in the area. Agent Bates felt relieved and disappointed that no one was in the area; but, the nearby building had one of its garage doors lifted slightly. He pulled out his pistol and a flashlight before carefully entering inside. There still was nothing to indicate trouble. And when he got in the empty office space, Bates put away the pistol and began his hunt for clues as to the whereabouts of the JTF. So far, it was picked clean; yet, there was a security camera above. It meant that ECHO could be able to provide valuable intel.
Agent Bates activated the system, and it started to download the cloud data and then surveillance data before analyzing it. Reconstruction was done in a matter of seconds. Bates was still impressed with how much-advanced tech the SHD had in their arsenal. From the seekers to ECHO and ISAC, they were prepared for every single scenario imaginable. But, there wasn't time to wonder. Bates had to complete his objective, and he only needed to sit back and watch the holograms in action:
There were two JTF soldiers in the office space. One of them was sitting in front of a computer while the other was on their phone. They were keeping to themselves until an alarm went off, causing them to stop in place. Then, a JTF officer ran in and yelled out. "Gather your things, we are leaving!"
"Leaving?!" one of the soldiers stood up from the chair and looked at the officer. "Where in the world are we going?"
"Regrouping with the remaining JTF forces at the James A. Farley Building." the officer answered while gathering some papers on a desk. "Destroy anything crucial to the JFT if it can't be taken. Another squad will come to help us with the generator in fifteen.
Once the officer left the room, both soldiers stopped what they were doing and made their way towards the barracks. But, one of the soldiers stopped in place, looked at the computer, and ran back towards it. The other soldier looked in disbelief and bluntly asked. "What the hell are you doing?!"
The soldier quickly typed something, sent it, and turned off the computer. "Saying goodbye."
"Leaving?!" one of the soldiers stood up from the chair and looked at the officer. "Where in the world are we going?"
"Regrouping with the remaining JTF forces at the James A. Farley Building." the officer answered while gathering some papers on a desk. "Destroy anything crucial to the JFT if it can't be taken. Another squad will come to help us with the generator in fifteen.
Once the officer left the room, both soldiers stopped what they were doing and made their way towards the barracks. But, one of the soldiers stopped in place, looked at the computer, and ran back towards it. The other soldier looked in disbelief and bluntly asked. "What the hell are you doing?!"
The soldier quickly typed something, sent it, and turned off the computer. "Saying goodbye."
Bates finished writing down the name of the building onto a torn piece of paper and shoved it into his pocket. It was good to know that JTF was still fighting tooth and nail for this city. Hopefully, they were still around at the postal service building. He stood up and looked around for any other clues, but anything useful was either taken or destroyed. Like what the officer wanted. So with nothing else, it was time for Bates to get in contact with Overlord about his findings.
"Overload, this is Firefly. Standby for report. Over." Bates grabbed ahold of the radio from his holster. There was a moment of silence before Overload responded.
"Firefly, send your traffic. Over."
"JTF forces regrouped at the James A. Farley Building. Lincoln checkpoint was left abandoned with no signs of life. Do you copy?"
"Solid copy, Firefly." Overload answered before going silent for a moment. "Firefly, standby at current location. Badger is making their way towards you. Over."
"Copy, Overload. Standing by for Bader. Over." Bates responded and shoved the radio back into its holster. He took a seat on a nearby desk, facing towards the entrance. Now, he needed to only wait.
"Because yesterday, we were ordinary citizens.
But today, we are The Division."
AGENTS
Agent Nathan Bates // Firefly // Active
ALLIES
WIP
ENEMIES
WIP
CITIZENS
WIP
"Extremis malis extrema remedia."
CLASSIFIED INFORMATION
Black Friday. November 23rd, 2019. The day that many analysts recognized as the beginning of the end of modern society. It started out as normally as the shopping holiday could have. Millions of consumers across the world rushed into stores, looking for the best deals. And even with a few reports of injuries and deaths, it seemed to be under control. That was until a few days after the holiday. Sudden spikes of hospital admissions occurred all over several countries, including the United States and Britain. Yet, health and government officials assumed it was the result of an early flu season. And they were kind of correct as symptoms in patients resembled the common cold (fever, sore throat, etc.).
Then, the first deaths occurred a day after the reported spikes.
Once the death toll reached one hundred, the World Health Organization entered protocol and began their investigation into the outbreak along with the Central Disease Control. On the second day, quarantine zones were established, and cities went into lockdown. The military and local law enforcement cooperated in maintaining order until a vaccine was produced. Of course, their attempts were futile. Everything from the markets to international trade halted, causing the worldwide collapse of the economy. There was so much of the dead that mass graves became a common sight.
Panic set in on the fourth day once power and water failed for good. Everyone was a potential threat now, even the authorities. Dozens of quarantine zones began to fall apart in bloodbaths caused either by the people or the ones supposed to defend them for outside threats. In a matter of five days, the entire world entered its darkest period in history. The Dollar Flu brought everyone on their knees while those with the right equipment and might rose from the ashes. Militia groups and street gangs formed to restore order and push their own agenda against the innocent.
Yet, there was hope in the form of Directive 51.
Its existence was classified for years until recently when it was enacted. Thousands of sleeper cells and agents were awakened by a signal. And within hours of its activation, they were ready for duty and awaiting orders for command. Their objective was to ensure the continuity of government in the case of a catastrophic emergency. On the sixth day, since the Dollar Flu first appeared, The Division was ready to save what remained.
Then, the first deaths occurred a day after the reported spikes.
Once the death toll reached one hundred, the World Health Organization entered protocol and began their investigation into the outbreak along with the Central Disease Control. On the second day, quarantine zones were established, and cities went into lockdown. The military and local law enforcement cooperated in maintaining order until a vaccine was produced. Of course, their attempts were futile. Everything from the markets to international trade halted, causing the worldwide collapse of the economy. There was so much of the dead that mass graves became a common sight.
Panic set in on the fourth day once power and water failed for good. Everyone was a potential threat now, even the authorities. Dozens of quarantine zones began to fall apart in bloodbaths caused either by the people or the ones supposed to defend them for outside threats. In a matter of five days, the entire world entered its darkest period in history. The Dollar Flu brought everyone on their knees while those with the right equipment and might rose from the ashes. Militia groups and street gangs formed to restore order and push their own agenda against the innocent.
Yet, there was hope in the form of Directive 51.
Its existence was classified for years until recently when it was enacted. Thousands of sleeper cells and agents were awakened by a signal. And within hours of its activation, they were ready for duty and awaiting orders for command. Their objective was to ensure the continuity of government in the case of a catastrophic emergency. On the sixth day, since the Dollar Flu first appeared, The Division was ready to save what remained.
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