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Ghost Inertia [Sci fi Action Horror]

I'm here

The Walking Dead : Among the Ruined - Season 2

Camp - Next Morning

Looking left and right the deemed victim could not make anything out of his situation. The green colored fiber tent had become a symbol of his inprisonment. To his right was a rather large shelf of supplies. There wasn't much, but what was there was rather impressive. It was high quality medicine such as Costicosteroids, Azithromycin and other medicine of that caliber. But as he turned to his right, he noticed a living being, sitting, sleeping.

She sat in a chair next to his general location. Looking towards his own hands, he noticed them tied to the tents pole. He thought himself a prisoner, once again locked in a cell - just like before. In addition to his mental fatigue, he also felt physical pain - mainly in the back of the head. He proceeded by attempting to cut himself loose, pulling away from the zip tie. Only noise he was making came from the shifting tent that staggered right and left as he attempted to escape.

From time to time he would turn to the woman sitting by him, probably the one who was supposed to keep an eye on him. But he then started to think - why had they treated the wound on his head? All he remembered was running his ass off away from the walkers in the woods. He remembers trying to follow the car's trace then having to pull away when he got surrounded.

But there wasn't time to second think this person's good nature. He had to get the hell out of the darn place, so continued to struggle with his hands. "C'mon pussy, you've gotten out of worst than this" he murmured to himself quietly as he grunted his way away from the zip ties. He then pulled himself towards the tent's pole and used his teeth in attempt to cut himself loose, once again a failed attempt.

"Dammit" he grunted once more, twisting and turning, trying to tighten the zip tie so much it'd snap. But then it happened. His quiet escape attempt had turned into a loud crash. While twisting, his foot ran into the medicine shelf, sending pills and bandages crashing into the tents surface. There was no point in being ninja-like so the redneck snapped. "Let me go!! Get these damn things off me!!" He yelled intensely with his growling tone.

At the sound of these yells, everyone in the camp seemed to awaken. First one out if their tent was Hank, running towards the green medical tent. He ran quickly, without a shirt nor boots. He wielding his axe as he crossed the campfire calling out for Imogen who was on watch. "Come on" he waved at the woman as he approached the medical tent cautiosly. He had no idea Heather had stayed inside once he busted through the unzipped entrance.

At the side of an armed person, the redneck kept his mouth shut, but snarled at his capturer. Seeing that the man remained tied up, Hank raised his hands in peace. "Just calm down alright, we're not going to hurt you" he stated, putting his axe down on the ground. He then turned to DeSean and whoever else had joined him to put their guns down. Hank turned to Hearher noticing she hadn't been hurt in any way, then returned to the redneck. "My name is Hank, this is DeSean, Heather, and Imogen. We found yo-" he introduced, cut off by the captive. "Get me out of these damn cuffs!"

"Shhhh. Just calm down, keep quiet, I'm sure you know what it's like out there. Make too much noise and they come like ants. Let's just......just be civilized. Have a.....conversation. Now I'm going to cut you loose, you're not gonna do anything stupid are you?" Hank questioned the redneck.

"I don't think that's a good idea Hank, we don't kno-" DeSean couldn't finish.

"Are you?" Hank asked again, urged to get an answer before he cut the guy loose. "No" the guy responded. Hank then slowly reached over the man - who felt uneasy having the hunter that close to him - and cut the zip tie. The first thing the guy did was massage his wrist as he sat up in comfort. Hank backed away slightly and allowed the redneck to stand. "Now, I've told you my name and that of our groups, I reckon you have one too?"

The redneck hesitated a little, turning from face to face. He studied them and their body language, truly not labeling them hostile, but still uneasy. "........Floyd....." He responded in a whisper.

Young Justice 2021

I just went ahead and knocked him off the bridge, if it's not alright I'll change my post.

Young Justice 2021

Brick/Tintoretto

"Enough!" Tintoretto called out as he started sprinting towards the beast. It had only been a couple minutes ago since all the heroes had been transported to the incident location. At first sight, Tintoretto did not turn towards CInderblock, but the environment. It seemed that his attention was caught by the beauty of the outdoors of Earth. Because he was immediately apprehended as he crash landed, the only thing he remembered from his arrival was being taken to HQ. At times, he still felt like a prisoner though he was claimed a teammate.

But his sight seeing ended when he noticed Frostbite fly pass him and crash against a truck. Tintoretto's eyes turned from the colossal buildings and turned towards the walking rock. Immediately, his eyes seemed to dilate, but it was mere anger that made his pupils pulsate like his beating heart. Blood pumped through his veins as fast as speeding metros and his brain seemed to take in information quicker than before.

Shortly enough, after the attacks of his fellow comrades, Tintoretto charged forward towards - the somewhat chained - Cinderblock. It didn't seem that Gold Head's magic was constraining the enemy enough to prevent his counterattacks. Even with weakened legs, the beast managed to kick vehicles in Tintoretto's general direction, but the Slider managed to evade them. The rolled to the right, dodging the first car, then jumped high into the sky to dodge the second.

His speed increased as he returned to his regular sprint and was managing to get close enough to strike. After Orbit managed to get CInderblock close enough to the edge, Tintoretto made one last rush and burst forth in a complete spinning motion. Soon enough, he clashed against the giant's chest with his brick-hard shell, causing the beast to stumble off the bridge and start free-falling into the water.

Step one had been complete, but Tintoretto didn't seem to enjoy himself enough as he followed Cinderblock off the bridge. He jumped with him and landed on his chest yet again, this time, softly on his forefoot. The Slider pulled out his twin sai and started to cut the rock's chest. He also laughed as he continuously struck Cinderblock, finding battle to be rather amusing to him.

Suddenly he jumped off before Cinderblock could strike and allowed the giant to crash land into the water below. Tintoretto himself managed to dive perfectly into the blue mass. He remained underwater, watching Cinderblock sink a little before he could regain his balance to meet the second group who would kick his ass.

Ghost Inertia [Sci fi Action Horror]

Esteban Kovaleski - The Beacon - 7:00 pm

A police department's hover car glided through the glamorous streets of The Beacon. The beauty of the sector was incredible compared to what Outward residents were used to. Unlike the gruesome trash that just stayed itself along Outward streets, The Beacon was mere perfection. It seemed completely white, a giant cloud of infrastructure. But this view was not new to Kovaleski. The thief - or gangster as some define him as - had been traveling in and out of The Beacon sector. He handled most of his business in the Wayward, intercepting shipments in and out of the city. The way he did this was by large investments, the right amount of money to the right people and one could go about like a ghost. And it wasn't just money to one person with all the power, it was to various people, some not even pronounced important to society.

Some of his investments went to normal working citizens, but citizens who could pull various strings. These strings were mapped out throughout the entire new world. It was like a piece of art in Kovaleski's head. The thief new the correct people and had become really wealthy in his short time in Byzantium. Of course, he was hated by many and wanted in prison, but his connections did not allow his capture. All his sins were always forgotten or erased from existence. Sometimes, these sins were produced by other people if you know what I'm talking about.

But regardless all this information, Kovaleski had made a name for himself. The Russian Thief had now crossed into The Beacon and was being transported to the party of one of his benefactors to pay his respect. Well, in all honesty, he was going to the party itself, seeking drinks and women. He was accompanied by five of his best men; men trained to give their lives for their leader. Due to many people's desire to eliminate Kovaleski, he was always accompanied. There have been numerous occasions were Kovaleski stole from other notorious criminals. He climbed up the criminal ladder and has now become a legend amongst the Byzantium people.

His vehicle suddenly paused before the giant stadium, all forms of vehicles parked around. The whole place was already packed, hardly any spaces for any more hover vehicles. But luckily, VIP personnel had their own little section to park. But as a classy man, Kovaleski opened the door and exited his vehicle, allowing the car to drive off to its parking space. Kovaleski fixed his tie and suit and walked in a stride towards the entrance, hearing the anticipation from the crowd as he made it inside. "Я приехал" (I have arrived)

Ghost Inertia [Sci fi Action Horror]

Floyd Conlon - Carter Bay - 5:00 am August 25th

Ten minutes before five, Conlon had reached Carter Bay and timed in for the morning shift. He had been scheduled for the night shift the week before, but hacked the system and had himself scheduled for the mornings for the next two months. Since the schedules are created two weeks in advance, Conlon decided to keep it on the safe side and not mess with it above the two months already set.

Anyhow, as the sun started rising, Conlon zipped up his ugly uniform and covered his face with a black bandanna. There had been numerous occasions where some of his colleagues were found with deadly infections due to mass exposure of minerals. Whatever it was they were unloading from the docks was toxin to some of Carter Bay's employees. Since it was said that the disease was spread via the respiratory system, it was best to keep the nose and mouth covered as much as possible. For some odd reason, every time someone fell sick and under the weather, they were not spoken of nor seen ever again. And nobody ever asked questions, because if you did, you were fired. But as for the random disappearances, it had something to do with the CDC - Center for Disease Control and Prevention. Every time someone got sick, they would show up and escort them out of that daily shift, then..............they vanished. Conlon was certain there was some kind of conspiracy that the government didn't want anyone knowing. To cover up these disappearances, they would say that whomever had become sick was either hospitalized or had quit due to their health - all bullshit.

But in all honesty, Conlon didn't want to get into all that unless it gave him a splendid amount of cash. Therefore, without questioning current authority, he just continued to unload the giant spaceships and moving them to the next location where another person took responsibility for the next part of the process. It was like an assembly line, but very stretched out to a point of transportation necessities. Due to the mass number of shipments, there needed to be a driver who delivered them to the correct location where yet another person would stock them correctly and numerically or something. Conlon knew all the processes, who was doing them, when they were doing them, and all the information he needed to steal anything he desired or found obligated to take.

Crater Bay to Outward City - 12:00 pm August 25th

By noon, the morning shift was declared over and the morning crew started exiting the Bay. They scanned their time out in their inner system, allowing the guards and detectors to check them out. Unfortunately, everyone had to be scanned and searched numerous times before leaving the Bay. All this was to prevent any form of theft and make certainty that nothing that went into the bay left the bay. This was near all sector limits too. Transferring or traveling from one sector of Byzantium to the next was a pain in the ass. There was security everywhere, especially in the outer circle of the Outward City. Due to the high crime rates, the government pushed forth for more law enforcement officers to guard the other sectors. They wanted to make sure criminals were unable to just roam wherever they chose. But of course, greed defeated any type of instruction. Officers of even the highest quality could be bought by the biggest names in crime. There have been a lot of instances where criminals such as Abban Burk, an Irish convict who escaped prison about seven years ago on a life sentence and is currently taking over the eastern sector of Outward City. That man had already bought over fifty officers, sometimes by actually providing cash, other times by threatening their families or loved ones. Abban was a merciless killer, most likely the one who killed the family that is all over the news cast.

Unfortunately Abban Burk has yet to show up as a target for Conlon. Floyd had a desire to kill the man, but lived by his code, only killing those he was paid to kill. He wasn't your ordinary criminal, he had honor in what he did, trying his best to stick to the rules he'd set up for himself. Sometimes of course, the rules had to be broken to make the job as clean as possible, but most times, it was text-book take downs.

Thirty minutes after he exited Crater Bay, Floyd found himself in Outward City back at the entrance of his apartment. He automatically opened the door with a switch in his system and entered. Unlike the apartment he had purchased in Greater Downtown that was under yet another different name, this one was complete trash. The mattress was who knew how many years old, the television didn't work half the time - which wasn't really needed do to the system within everyone - but was there to remind Conlon of his old home on Earth. He also had an old poster of a couple of television shows he used to watch as a kid. For example, he had a large Sons of Anarchy poster, a smaller one of Transformers and many others. He used to be a trivia guy so was very into movies and stuff like that. The thing that made him the happiest was that he didn't have to change for his wife. The woman loved him just as he was, through his worst and his best. For her, he was the perfect being, or so she said in order to make him happy.

But at the moment, those memories faded as he called upon the computer in his head. "Bring forth everythin' I've gathered on Esteban Kovaleski" he ordered, having his system display everything onto the wall like a hologram. He started to scroll through the many files he had conjured and searched for Kovaleski's next meet location. To Conlon's surprise, the notorious Russian thief would show up that night at one of his rich benefactor's party - the son of Edward MacArthur. For some odd reason, there was no information anywhere on Edward MacArthur other than on his very successful banking career. Of course, he probably had something to do with Kovaleski, there was no possible way a gangster like him would just be allowed near the MacArthur's without some kind of invitation. Once again the damn government was covering something up they didn't want anybody knowing and Edward MacArthur was the one supplying them with the cash to do so.

"Pull everythin' on his son Richard MacArthur" Conlon added to his search. Unlike his father, Richard had quite the record. He didn't seem to be a terrible child, but had his flaws. But the kid's main contribution was to Graviskate. "Link Esteban to the MacArthurs, find anythin" Conlon added, trying to find a connection other than the one he conspired on his own. "Now everythin' on tonight's party, location, time, capacity, cast, everythin."

By this time, Conlon had already opened the information provided by Hanes, his employer. The information helped Floyd understand more about Kovaleski, but it wouldn't help him with the job itself. But as he dug through the ancient paperwork and suddenly found a note he found rather strange. There was a phone number, but no name on it or anything. Floyd inspected the note and made sure it wasn't anything that would catch his finger prints or something. With the present technology, it would be easy to catch him, but has been extremely hard due to his overwhelming precaution to take things slow. Though tonight, he would go against that and attempt to take out Kovaleski during the party. This chance was too good to just miss and in addition to that, would bring in the money the next day. It was time to work.

Ghost Inertia [Sci fi Action Horror]

Floyd Conlon - Greater Downtown - 11:37 pm August 24th

As the bar continued to be filled by an overwhelming crowd, the Scottish immigrant awaited his temporary employee. The man took a sip of his Scotch and tapped on the table with a toothpick provided by a very sexy bartender. Taking his eyes away from her rear, he turned to his watch in anticipation, all with still three minutes before meeting time. It was rumored that the man he had called upon was very time-oriented, never late, never early, merely always on-time.

Anyhow, the music boomed loudly as the crowd jammed and danced to its tune. Soon enough, it had turned midnight, hitting twelve o'clock on the watch. Without surprise, as the ticker switched, the chair before the Scottish man was filled. A Caucasian male wearing a black long-sleeved shirt and dark-brown Levi pants popped from out of nowhere to join his employer. This was the man who had created a rumor for himself and was known as a very talented and trained hitman. His appearance though, did not match the expectation. He looked a little more rough than how the rumors described him, but at this point, the Scottish man did not care for his appearance, he cared for his particular set of skills.

"So we finally meet. I've heard meta cultus things about you. You have quite the reputation around th-" he finished as he was abruptly cut off by none other than Floyd Conlon, the gun-for-hire.

"Let's cut to the chase shall we" Conlon said, not worrying nor cautious about anyone in the large bar. "You contacted me for a reason, so spill" he added, crossing his arms and laying back on his chair casually.

The Scottish gentlemen was not amused by the way Conlon behaved himself, but feared saying anything about such a notorious criminal. "Alright Mr. Hanes" the man started, knowing Conlon by the name of Richard Hanes. In fact, nobody knew Conlon's true identity. Every district had a different name for him, all to keep him near ghost-like - unidentified.

"Three nights ago a man by the name of Esteban Kovaleski stole fifteen crates from one of my shipm-" he paused as he was once again cut off by Conlon. "Is he the target?" Floyd asked urgently. "Yea, he is" the Scottish man responded with irritation. "What was in the crates?" Was the follow-up question which was not answered without a little hesitation. The Scottish man feared revealing too much, but knew how all this worked. If he refused to answer any if the questions, Conlon would vanish and never be seen again in the same place. So he decided it'd be best to answer. "Forty-five crates filled with high-yield chemical explosives. If I may, there had been an old rumor that you never asked questions before - is it true?"

"Hand over the suitcase with the information" was Conlon's only response as he stood from his chair. "In three days I will notify you with a small briefin'. That's when I'll tell you exactly when he will be eliminated. But until then, you wait. Do not attempt to contact me, do not attempt to find me, if you do, I will kill you. Other than that, when the job is dun' I'll find you. You pay me then" Floyd instructed as he disappeared into the crowd and exited the building.

Greater Downtown - 1:45 am August 25th

By this time, the bar was across the downtown area, completely out of sight and reach. But now Floyd found himself against a dangerous path. He stood form on the steps of a home, one that did not belong to him, but one he helped pay for - anonymously.

It had been a couple of years since he was informed of having a daughter. After losing his wife and unborn child, this little girl he'd never met was all he thought about. Stripped of his first child, Floyd attempts to see joy through his daughter's success. With rage still in his heart from the past, he's taken on the hardest life he could think of, but one that would ensure his daughter's future. Seventy-five percent of his earnings after every kill goes into twenty different bank accounts, all of which have a different account numbers and passwords everyday. These numerals are chosen at random, configuring them to a point of invulnerability. One that does not know the account number generated not the password does not have a chance in hell to track it or open it. In addition, due to its daily change, the money is transferred through seven accounts weekly, until the money is transferred to a set account. In Floyd's instance, the money is transferred to Heather Claire's bank account, the mother of his daughter.

Anyhow, Floyd just stared at this house, losing his composer. It wasn't because this was his daughter's home, it was because inside, he knew there was a family who slept together in unity, something he would never experience. Wiping his face with his hand, Floyd continued down the path and left Greater Downtown, returning to the Outward slums to sleep for three hours before having to set sail to work at Crater Bay.

Pollice Verso ~ Glory of the Arena

The Slider Kael'ite had already been announced by the electronic monotoned voice. That mechanical echo resembled that of the Humani, or their voice changeibg masks. Anyhow, this annoyance troubled Kael'ite, he was unsure of what would happen next.

He stood on the platform down the right hall he was instructed to go down. For a second, he just stood there, staring at the guard eyeing his every move. But during that time, there was absolute silence, no dialogue at all between the two races. Suddenly, the ground underneath the Slider opened. Reacting to the sudden pothole, Kael'ite jumped to the side, evading the drop. "Into the hole prisoner!" The Humani yelled fiercely with his gun pointed at Kael'ite.

The Slider had his hands raised as he was targeted by the loaded rifle. "Please..." Was all he managed to say as he slowly walked towards the intended drop. Then without further ado, he jumped down, landing on his two feet very gently. Once the Humani system recognized his arrival, it instructed Kael'ite to arm himself and proceed to a nearby platform after choosing weapons from a rack.

Before moving towards the weapons rack, he looked around at the other species already on their own platforms. All were different with unique qualities. The unfortunate truth was that this little meet-together made Kael'ite very wary. In his home planet there had been rumors of these Humani and their games. All over the universe the stories spread of the bringers-of-death. These Humani were like a plague, spreading uncontrollably and destroying everything in their path. But in addition to all that, it was said they held tournaments out of pure delight. They entertained their race by watching interracial fights to the death - horrific.

Therefore, having some knowledge of his whereabouts, Kael'ite believed he had the upper hand. But there was one problem, he refused to kill. Fortunately for him, his own personal weapons hung in that rack. As he strapped on his sheaths, he eyed all the contestants yet again. Each of them seemed to have a specific weapon that resembled their racial attributes. That revealed that the weapons weren't at random, but placed within the rack according to the member of the Ludus.

After preparing himself, he sat on the platform he was assigned and meditated - clearing his mind and preparing for what was coming.

Pollice Verso ~ Glory of the Arena

I'll have my post once I get out of this dealership. Been here all day.

Ghost Inertia [Sci fi Action Horror]

In Gear Look

Name
Floyd Conlon

Age
Twenty-Eight

Height
Five Foot - Nine Inches

Weight
One-Hundred Fifty Eight Pounds

Ethnicity
White American

Build
Athletic Physical Condition

Personality
Conlon's motivation as a sniper is money. He is driven by money - because it is the only thing that will keep his family safe. Because he needs the money, he will not hesitate to kill anyone who gets in between him and his target. However he does show remarkable character by sometimes taking longer routes to allow non-targets live. Conlon had always been all about ethics and honor before his gun-for-hire days, suggesting that he wasn't always borderline-sociopathic, this was merely a personality adjustment that eventually consumed him. This is shown by his overwhelming wish to die doing something honorable. The only thing he truly cares for is his daughter, Ushio, whom he leaves money in a blind trust and tries to keep her life safe and easy by staying away from her. He has several pictures of her in his implanted system.

Job
His actual job lays in Crater Bay where he basically helps unload the ships with Earth's supplies. The hard labor allows him to build muscle and keep a low profile within the community. He works the morning shift, clocking in at four in the morning and leaving at around noon - unless given overtime hours. But his real job lays after hours in all parts of Byzantium City. Conlon becomes a gun-for-hire during the night and takes any kind of job to get the money he desires. This money - like stated before - is sent to his daughter to help her remain in Greater Downtown. Though the profession is not the safest nor envious profession, it does pay very very well. Floyd Conlon is a man that is willing to give his own life for his daughter, not fearing death, but welcoming it.

Residency
Outward District

History
Like most people that moved to Byzantium after the fall of Earth, Conlon lost someone - his pregnant wife Nancy. They had a fine life on Earth, but as the destruction started, everything had gone to hell. When the economy collapsed, they had to move out of their home because the inability to pay the costs. But once it started to become a wasteland, the two decided to move to Byzantium for survival. Unfortunately, the government decided to implant every human being with cybernetics - a new system that would help regulate the new world. These implants were the cause of Nancy's death. Her body rejected the microscopic nano-bites that connected to her cerebrum, making her - at first go insane - then dying from a cerebral infection. In the process of her death, their unborn son also failed to see the new world. Conlon was stripped of the joyous wonders of being a father and having a family.

Conlon never got over this new process, blaming this established government for the death of his family. At first, he attempted to get revenge by attaining the governments attention, causing local problems in Greater Downtown. Soon enough, the authorities had taken him to the Health and Wellness Center, or as they called it back on Earth - prison. That's when he found out that they could track his every thought. The authorities could stop him before he did anything wrong, which put him in a bad spot. Since they could read him, he was unable of taking the government down before they knew he was coming. Therefore, he started to attain information from certain rumors.

Now living in Outward City, he had to find a way to get off the grid. As an old motorcycle mechanic and graduate of MMI, Floyd was able to understand the system with a little help of a contractor. He became capable of shutting down the thought-sensor part of the cyberization he was implanted with. This didn't stop the government from reading him like everyone else, it just hid every malice action and thought. It was like a virus that only affected a certain sector of the system.

With no money left, he started to work in Crater Bay, only place that would hire him with his background. He eventually turned to theft in order to pay his living expenses in the torn down section of Byzantium. But even having gone through the Health and Wellness center and life in the slums, Conlon had yet not forgot his mission to strip the government of everything they had created.

But one day, that dream had changed.

After the vaccinations had passed, people refrained from opening up certain messages through their personal systems. But unlike most, Conlon was not afraid to open these messages, somewhere in his mind believing he wanted to die. But what he found was not what he expected. Just a single picture, one of a small little girl playing with a ball. Underneath it, "Hi Daddy :P - From Ushio"

Other info will be revealed in the IC, the bio is getting too long.

Other
It's been three years since the death of his wife.

NPCs

Ushio Claire

Info: Now living in Greater Downtown due to Floyd's contribute.
Relationship: Daughter of Floyd Conlon and Heather Claire

Jess Conlon

Info: Passed away with unborn child.
Relationship: Floyd's wife.

Heather Claire

Info: Had sexual relations with Floyd during his marriage and ended up pregnant
Relationship: Ushio's mother