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Work, work, work. Rain, work, work.

Giant mutant chicken-sandwich.

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@Polaris North@Wampower@Genni@BladeSS4

Yeah. Sorry to keep you guys in waiting, but I have to admit that I might have to cease doing this. I've gotten back into the workforce and thus I have less time to run a group RP.

Sorry to say this, but sadly I am swamped with some other RPs too - to be able to even run this on a weekly basis. Still thanks for joining me in this and I might one day restart it in another way.

But for having been with me, I say this, before I leave:

@GamerXZ

That I am. PM me.
@Evil Snowman

Mass Effect. PM me. =3.
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@Pumpkinjaw

Hello?
@MysteryBroom

I'd be interested in doing a collab for Last Week's Fish. Since Manta also loves in Coast City.


Pacific Ocean:

May 16th, 2019 - 2300 | ??? - ???


Out in the ocean, in the water she felt most alive. While most people disliked the wide ocean, it almost endless horizon, suffocating heat and lack of 'drinkable' water made it a place as worse as the driest desert. But for Jessica, it felt like being at home - out in the Bayou where she used to go swimming when she was younger. It helped that any crocodile that tried to go at her, usually ended up themselves on the dinner table. Her grandparents never asked how or why she did this - they likely were too old to care about such minor details, yet nevertheless they did their best in making her into the woman she was now. In return, she was self-sufficient, independent and made sure her grandparents had the best retirement home, she could find - once they decided to leave the swamp. Although, that would be a long day away - she she was sure grand-pappy would likely go blind and deaf before leaving his home.

But for her now - she had other things to focus on. Namely she had swam a good deal, towards the designated location. Namely letting both the currents carry her and also utilizing her own limbs for the job - compared to other humans, she could achieve a much greater speed in the water. Thanks to her hands and feet and also tail that could be easily used like an extra limb for swimming.

Once at the location, she didn't need to wait long before the pressure wave hit her body. Like somebody had rung a giant bell near her body - namely it was the sign of a sonar going off. A good thing, she utilized a helmet, otherwise that might been very painful on her ears. Not wanting to receive another burst against her face, Lizard swam closer to the location. Soon enough the sight of a Russian submarine came into view, she had to note it was the more older variant. A namely diesel submarine, which while old could be utilized for easy stealth dives. Plus, they were easier to crack open.

Once she was against the hull - she started crawling towards the back of the sub. Namely, soon enough finding her target - namely the rudder of a submarine. She didn't waste, as she soon enough - started bending the inactive rudder with her strength. Alerting to the crew, that something was wrong outside. It didn't take her long, before she could feel the engine starting up - but by that point it was too late, as soon enough. The attempt to start up the rudder and escape, from whatever was outside - ended up with the rudder scraping against the hull and tearing it even more apart. With this chaos happening, she quickly swam to the front of the ship and soon pulled open the lid that kept the outside torpedo lid closed. The suction soon enough bringing her inside, as she used her feet to smash right into the torpedo room.

Immediately warning claxon started blaring across the place - while the ship started lurching in reply, of having a sudden pressure difference affect the vessel. As water started pouring into the vessel - while those whom would be in the room, would have been temporarily dazed due to the sudden shift in pressure. Namely, Jessica quickly made sure to knock them out cold. While the crew of the submarine, soon enough initiated emergency surface procedures. That didn't Lizard, as a like a black blur she smashed through the hatches and doors. In some cases, smashing the door literally off its hinges.

Those crew members that tried stopping her, were easily dealt with. As soon enough, she reached the Captain' Quarters and soon ripped the door in half - catching the Captain mid-way trying to burn something. Jessica could grabbed the Russian and smashed him against the wall, knocking him out. As she quickly grabbed and cut-off the flame before it could spread - managing to recover the document with minimal damage only on the edges. While the safe in the room, soon had it's door also ripped off - as she grabbed all the papers in the safe. Having them wrapped up in a plastic bag and safely stored inside of her suit. In addition, she also grabbed a more shinier object from inside the safe.

Namely a piece of technology, that seemed something out of a sci-fi movie. Although, if one was dealing with sea and advanced technology - she perhaps, had instead uncovered some Atlantean technology. As she also quickly wrapped up the tech in a plastic bag and soon made her way out. By this point, she felt the sub break into the surface and the sound of armed sailors approaching her location. Although, by the time they arrived at her location - they would only uncover an unconscious Captain and a giant hole in his quarters that led further down into the submarine. But by this point, she had managed to reach the engine room again and slipped out the torpedo chute. Leaving the Russian submarine dead in the water, taking in water and likely soon spotted by the US Naval patrol that would catch the stranded Russians strangely in their territorial waters. Although, Jessica didn't wait to be picked up by those. As she kept on swimming.




Namely, Jessica would keep on swimming even after US ships had entered the area - as she would keep on swimming for the entire day. Checking her watch, namely the locator for altitude and longitude - before she activated her transponder beacon. Before she settled into a nice snooze at the bottom of the sea bed. Although an hour in, she would be awoken by the familiar feeling of a sonar being pinged at her location.

"Jackasses..." she grumbled, after her slumber had been interrupted. Sleeping underwater was a different sensation than in a bed - namely all your senses were numbed, except for your mind. It felt...much different as an experience - yet the sea creatures, usually kept on poking her at those moments.

As such, she soon enough spotted the nuclear submarine, that stood above her. As she pushed up from the seabed and towards it - soon enough, finding her exfil point. Giving a few good knocks into it - as a compartment soon opened inside of the vessel and she entered. As it sealed shut behind and soon enough the feeling of depressurization started to affect her body. It always felt the strangest thing, like you were trying to breathe through a balloon. Nevertheless, after ten minutes - she was soon pulled out of the compartment and back onto her own two feet. Two engineers, whom were tapping behind controls and other gizmos that were way above her technological understanding.

Those people weren't as important, compared to the aged veteran standing in the Depressurization Room. Namely, Admiral Jason Muller Halifax, CO of this submarine and also commander of the United States Naval Special Warfare Command; Anti-Naval and Deep-Water Operations Unit Leviathan. In essence, her boss - as she soon enough removed her helmet.

Despite the difference, in physical capabilities - she was the first to salute him. Namely, since he outranked her by both merit and intelligence. "Admiral! Mission accomplished, Sir!" declared Jessica, as she was soon returned the salute.

"Good work, Corporal. Report," replied Admiral Halifax, returning her salute, before getting down to business.

"Sub disabled, documents recovered," she said, soon enough producing the Russian documents that were safely sealed away inside the plastic bags and handed them over to the Admiral. While also soon enough producing the Atlantean technology and giving it to the Admiral. "This was also recovered and had been stored inside the Captain' quarters of the Russian submarine. Looked valuable and important, Sir."

Halifax, soon enough had his eyes scan over the piece of technology. That was shaped and had the size of a large rubik's cube. Namely, the thing that satellite scans had picked up and likely what the egg-heads in DARPA would be drooling over for several months to come. "Good work, Corporal. Dismissed!" he spoke, soon enough taking a hold of both objects and saluting Jessica back in return. Another successful mission for Task Force Leviathan.


Coast City:

May 15th, 2019 - 1236 | Downtown - Joe' Gym


Jessica yawned as she kept up her cardio workout in the local downtown gym. The place wasn't all that know or talked about, since it was in a more remote region of downtown. Namely, the usually sordid kind, that was home to the usual mugger, drug-dealer or simply car-stealer - yet that didn't take away the hope, dreams and culture of this place and neighborhood.

Despite it's bad reputation the Downtown Area of Coast City did have it's up and downs - out here, there was several good restaurants and a diner, where one could easily get the best steak dinner for only a couple of bucks. Plus, it was mostly an African-American area, so she wouldn't stick out as much, compared to every else. Namely, she happened to have the rare genetic condition of being a literal walking and talking crocodile - with all the benefits and disadvantages it brought with it. It left her looking rather darker than normal, have eyes that looked menacing and a strength that would leave many bodybuilders and heavyweight lifters green with envy. Although due to such gifts, it was kind of hard for her to fit in any particular region - many thought her too 'different' or too 'creepy'.

It was a job in itself, trying to hide the fact you had webbed feet and hands, a tail and abnormal eyes - not to mention teeth and claws sharp enough to rip apart steel. Normally a person like that would be shunned and end up like many others of such kind - ostracized, disliked and eventually seeking revenge. Jessy had been luckier, compared to one Gotham gator - she had decent parents, a good head on her shoulders and somebody whom didn't let some bad words get under her skin. She could easily hide her tail, wrapped around her waist and eyes could be fixed with some contact lenses - plus, this place had single-cell washrooms, so she could enjoy herself without being called out of being a freak. Also, her job was something that afforded her an outlet, that didn't judge based on her appearance - but rather on her merit and skills. Speaking of those, as she thought those memories - her phone soon enough went off.

"Y'ello. Jessica here. How may I assist ya'll?" she asked, with a Cajun accent - although once she got the answer, it made her sigh in reply. So much for her weekend being off, as she stopped the treadmill and replied in acknowledgement. Somebody had stepped onto America' toes again it seemed. Once she had showered and changed clothing - she called a taxi and had it head over to the Westport Naval Yard.

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Pacific Ocean:

May 15th, 2019 - 2300 | ??? - ???


Jessica was reading over the files, that they had been given to her by the Leviathan Intelligence Officer, while she flew towards her destination on board the old-and-sturdy C-130 - namely, they had Russians poking around in areas, where they normally didn't. Namely extremely close to Japanese territorial waters and namely also United States Navy patrol routes. Such poking around would usually signal a political conflict in the making, although political attempts to uncover more information had been met with extreme denial by Russian officials. Whatever they were digging there seemed valuable to keep hidden from the US and also politically defended as well.

While normally, a regular cruiser or frigate would have been sent over and have their location pinged - some scans a few hours ago had revealed...troubling readings. Namely, something valuable was indeed down there and higher-ups decided that whatever it was needed to be recovered from on board the Russian sub. Blowing them up in this case was a bit impossibility - secondly, the Russians would likely scuttle their vessel - before allowing a single American on board. As such, this mission fell into hands of Task Force Leviathan - whose specialty was cracking open ships like a sardine cans.

Plus it was here, where she shone best - namely utilizing her abilities to serve her country. Even, abnormal, genetically mutated humans were patriotic. As she made sure that her wet-suit was tightly fitting, gloves on and her tail tucked around her waist - while soon enough, she pulled on her helmet. Total black, one-way glass visor, a heated salt-filter to prevent excess salt from passing through and also a water container. All of which, fit snuggly around her head.

"Coming up on drop point!" yelled the assistant aid - as beyond her, the pilot and the engineer - there wasn't anybody else on board this plane. The less people related to this Task Force, the better it was to prevent information leaks and keep the air of secrecy to them. Thus, the engineer had to also double as a regular soldier and check her suit and helmet - to make sure everything was in order. "Get ready! Three.....two....one. GO!"

When that was said, and the green light was lit - Corporal Jessica 'Lizard' Jester, didn't hesitate and jumped out of the C-130 into the dark sky - namely from an altitude of 1700 ft. Normally such attempts would leave any normal human splat against the ocean - although, Jessica was much different - as she could jump from heights that no other soldier could. Secondly, she didn't require a parachute to break her fall into the water - having her an extra edge when it came to stealthy infiltration. Thus, anybody remotely focused on the C-130 would simply assume it dropped a radar buoy into the water and that was that. Not that they dropped a literal can-opener of any non-American vessels into the Pacific Ocean.


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