@maya_liafador: actually I was gona drop a Vocal post soon :P I got tired of waiting.
Alcatraz Subterria(An American government Facility)
Brushing a strand of violet hair from her face Cadence continued to watch the engagement of the other S.T.R.I.K.E operatives for a moment. "They get a tentacle monster we get to break someone out of jail. Sounds like comic stories to me. They give what's his name to much of a hard time." With that she returned to running a whetstone along her blade, it didn't need such maitanance but she found it comforting to do so. Truth be told she didn't know who had it worse, sure the others were fighting a giant monster who had killer bad breath or whatever but they couldn't go wrong. For the evacuation OP Cadence and the others had one wrong move could have terrible ramifications.
By the sounds of it, the building would adapt to their abilities as needed. Maybe one of them could use an ability to knock down one door but the next door wouldn't budge. It was a government facility meaning just about anything they got caught doing would bite them in the ass. And with what the rest of S.T.R.I.K.E was going through the world was likely on high alert. Tapping the comm system to contact the others she dared to offer a potential game plan. One day she'd have to lead her people she'd have to get used to thinking on her feet.
"I know I've no position to call shots, infact most probably think me some inhuman princess not worth trusting yet. However if I may be so bold. Some of us can get in there some not so much. Maverick" she didn't know who represented the merc team on S.T.R.I.K.E but she did like the name Maverick so she thought she'd just call him that. "Your kind is reknown for your work perhaps you could aproach the compound as if offering to assist them? Getting you an in and maybe Ren one as well if she posed as one of your fellow operatives? Though maybe she has her own ticket in." Cadence tried to treat the classified enigma as just that. She didn't know if Ren was listening didn't know what she looked like and didn't know what she might be planing. She thought that the best. "Meanwhile the rest of us should enter alternatively. Way I see it Flash can remove the light via energy manipulation and I can mask the sound via well sound manipulation. By the time they catch on to what he and I are up to hopefully you'd be in position to make sure no evidence can be leaked."
Presumably the place would adapt in time and the security would then be gunning for them. When that time came Vocal hoped there was no chance of them being recorded. It'd be a drag if S.T.R.I.K.E was under fire from the government before even it's second outing. "Again though I'm just thinking out loud hear."
(Not much but it's something)
@_animus_: That post was even better on a second read tbh.
Just to clarify, what information did that memory bestow Renegade with? Outlines of the prison, or simply the experience of him being carted into it?
Getting you an in and maybe Ren one as well if she posed as one of your fellow operatives? Though maybe she has her own ticket in." Cadence tried to treat the classified enigma as just that. She didn't know if Ren was listening didn't know what she looked like and didn't know what she might be planing. She thought that the best.
I like this a lot, and it works perfectly with what I have planned. Appreciate you selling Ren's super classified status like that. Ren has her own ticket to most places ;)
Basically he was in an open eyed comatose since a fight he had with Thomas. The memory is everything he saw from the boat to the island, to the '3rd' level up until he was frozen.
Other words you've got plenty of room decide what she might take from the memory.
Listening to the C.O.M and glancing over their files, Bradshaw did wonder how many people were actually qualified to be here. Bradshaw was used to having a team of men who at least held the air of knowing what they're doing. The man already naturally dislike metahumans, mutants, inhumans and most extra-normal beings already. It was natural for him to not trust anyone of his team. Perhaps barring O'Connor. Even if they were metahumans, mutants and inhumans, they still are prone to mistakes as any untrained person is. Combined with the fact that there asn't much on this place, and the pressing need for time, Bradshaw did not have high hopes for this mission remaining quiet. But he would maintain stealth for as long as possible and try to work with this team, even if he did not trust any of the. That and being the only human on the team, would make him want to further prove his usefulness.
"Well, princess." He called her. "Can't exactly walk into a top secret faciliy like that at a moment's notice like that. Clearence to get into those kinds of government places can take a while for even me to get. Make no mistake though. I am walking into that top secret facility. I have my own way in." The man said from on the roof of the base already. Dressed as a guard. Not speaking out loud, and using a means of radio so that the radio waves, are lasered, making the signal impossible to intercept without being directly in line of who it was communicating to. It was controlled by a tattoo like device on the temple, masked by his helmet. Similiar to what he had when first visiting S.T.R.I.K.E. He did not speak with words, but thoughts, transmitted into a precise radiosignal.
"Should know, to all of you listening, wherever you are, these guys have these things on their wrists. Managed to have one hacked and steal it. It shows their vitals. I could literally see the signals from it. If you do anything that makes someone's vitals spike. Make their heart rate speed up or slow down, they'll know something is up. It's attached to their wrists. Literally under the skin. Makes it hard to take one for yourself." Bradshaw remarks. As if some skin, flesh and bone was going to stop him from taking one their Evos. His was essentially set to always give off stable vital readings, and was not engraved to his nervous system or embed in him. Though the device was tricked into believing it was. Bradshaw was no hacker, but he knew people who were. One vibration based damascus steel knife, a smartphone and lased connection was all it took for Bradshaw to gain access already.
I'd be real careful. I wouldn't take one of em out unless you really have to. I'll try to mess around with their security measures. Make this a bit easier. It'd be nice to know what everyone is doing. How we can use all of your skills. I have access to some of the doors, if you need it. Need to know what the others are doing."
The man roved the building. Waiting to see what teammates reply. He thought of flashfire as useful, perhaps able to move fast enough to be invisible, with the speed force potentially preventing sonic booms. Vocal or "the princess" as he had taken to calling her, especially for one seeming so young, and not really knowing what to do or how to lead. Braveheart being a fellow Vet, though Bradshaw wasn't sure if he was used to this kind of thing. Flashfire being your run-of-the-mill speedster, much like what the Maverick was accustomed to fighting. And finally Ren....who was an enigma. He knew practically nothing about her aside from how she looks and other details he can hardly make anything of. Even with the corporation's increasing influence with the U.S government and corporate underworld, nothing could be found on this chick.
Hopefully she isn't the lone wolf type. From what it seemed, she could be incredibly useful to the team, or only useful to herself. Time will tell. For now, Bradshaw simply wants to know who will reply. Some might already be inside, where trying to communicate will compromise themselves. So he was expecting everyone to reply, but he wanted to know what he was working with.
The agent and assassin known simply as Renegade had little trust to give. She had no trust for teams or institutions as a whole. But for singular people, there was trust, although for her it was a rare commodity. Trust led to complacence and familiarity, and both of those led to betrayal and disaster. This was a pattern that was tried and true for her, and after enough times being burned, she had elected to put herself in a freeze and avoid the heat entirely.
She may not trust teams or institutions, but she most certainly trusted Ruby Gallagher. That trust along with the small amount of trust she had in another, was what had resulted in her signing on with STRIKE. In truth, Ruby Gallagher was one of the most competent people Renegade had ever come into contact with, and there was not much higher a commendation she could give.
A week prior to the infiltration of STRIKE, Subterria had interred its newest inmate. Alison Hanley. She was a low-level con-artist with slight mutant abilities who had made her home in Venezuela. Or so the cover would have you believe. In reality, Alison was one of a thousand names that belonged to Renegade, whose true name was known to only three individuals.
Her entire appearance had undergone a transformation and she had utilized all of the skills and trickery at her disposal to sell this cover, both in physical and technological aspects.
The contacts she wore functioned not only to change the color of her violet eyes to a more mundane brown, but they also worked as topical ocular implants, recording everything that she saw and storing it on a black network offsite.
The rest of the team may be here for a rescue mission, but that was only her secondary objective. Her primary objective was to map out as much of the prison as she was able to, through any means possible, and to evac when it best suited her. Emergency support would be provided should there be no other recourse for the team, but that was a priority that sat in the back of her mind.
She'd spent the first five days mapping out the holographic projection technology that her cell used to project a white sand beach for her. Technological capabilities had always come to her with a startling ease, but this program was particularly advanced and taking more time to decipher than she was comfortable with.
The passive comms that she had enabled allowed her to hear what was being conducted throughout the team, but wouldn't transmit anything from her end, essentially masking her presence with lack of outgoing signals. The prison didn't monitor as heavily for incoming having complete faith that they were an entire secure facility.
It took her three hours once she began to fully reprogram the projector in her cell with the program that she had written; it was timed to kick into place as soon as she was supposed to be back in her room from the measly twenty minutes she was allowed to co-mingle with the others. From there, her timeline would be limited.
As soon as she was released from the cell, she began mental machinations. Seven minutes to spend commingling, an additional two minutes to stealth sneak from the common area and into the hallways and inner workings that were guards-only. She'd already fashioned a bio-unit based off of the blueprints hacked from the private security firm that had created the cutting edge technology. Objectively, she could say it was fantastic, and knew that her penchant for weapons perhaps lead her to cast a blind eye to the dangers of such a thing existing. But she envied it...to a slight degree.
Her naturally red hair was currently as plain a brown a shade as any could imagine, bone straight, and hit her midway down her back. Pulling it back, she secured it in a ponytail at the top of her head, and quickly switched into the guard uniform that she had procured. Sarah Jensen had taken ill today, but lucky for all, Renegade was here to fill her place.
Her entire demeanor, stance, and body language shifted as she switched from the persona of Alison to that of Sarah. In actuality, Sarah Jensen didn't exist, and she never had, but she had been filled into the computer systems with a backlog created as if she had always been there. There was a high enough turnover rate from level to level, and from guard to guard, due to the high psychological and physical pressures of the job, that it would never be questioned for somebody new to be on board; somebody who was acting as if she had general knowledge of the facility, but still imbued with a sense of novel curiosity.
Hitting a button on the hidden comms she wore, she began monitoring the communications between the rest of the team while beginning an in-depth exploration of the prison system.
Luna Hawk stood in her cell leaning back against the wall with her arms crossed under her breasts. She watched the guards going back and forth on the floor below her cell and shook her head. Stupid enough to let me keep my helmet, smart enough to not let me mingle. The better question is why they decided to throw me into this place in the first...place.... Her thoughts trailed off as she spotted a new guard walking down below. Who are you? Her helmet scanned the face and searched through her vast database composed of records from Super City and a dozen other large computer systems...not including this one.
It was the lack of inclusion that made her stand out. Her system had a habit of not identifying some people but they always had a paper trail somewhere. This person had no paper trail. Ironically, she did in the prison system, but the prison system was not yet included in her database. No birth date, no nothing. I knew this would happen eventually, just didn't expect it this early.
Luna Hawk made a guess from there, she stepped up to the cell door and yelled down to get Ren's attention. "Hey guard!" She shouted, not an unusual thing to hear when patrolling the prison. "I have a question for you to ask your superiors. Would they rather have one Hawk or two?!" She knew of course that Solar Hawk had no way of knowing she was here, but suspected her superiors in STRIKE would be interested in a second Hawk Lord, at least temporarily, and more importantly a helping hand from inside of the prison.
The comm-link watch attached to the speedsters arm rang with the messages of his fellow teammates and shown their individual positions as they spoke. The one he knew as vocal gave an interesting suggestion as to use his abilities for this mission, and the young man considered how he would go about this mission. At almost all times the energetic speedster was just that, retaining an exuberance and optimistic air about everything he faced. His natural charismatic charm shone through even the grittiest of moments, however this was on of the rare times he adopted the stone-cold persona needed to take the mission extremely seriously.
Jaired contemplated his situation as he ran invisibly throughout the massive prison; According to Intel, the guy we're supposed to be getting out of here is on the lowest, coldest level here. I can't blast through the walls, nor would it be a good idea for me to go around knocking heads. Even though I can run at invisible speeds, I doubt my teammates are capable of the same. So I'll put Vocals idea to good use. Despite running at speeds that made hypersonic seem like snails-pace and the world stop to a chilling crawl, his own speed-force aura around him prevented any sonic-booms, and the usual trail of fire he left ceased.
Flashfire entered every room he thought his teammates might enter through and sapped them of light through his palms, still maintaining a constant vibration in his body making it next to impossible for anyone without super-powered eyes to spot him. He figured the guards would think of it as some technical difficulties while the in-mates who tried to use it as an opportunity to escape would find only the light had been drained rather than the entire levels power. Tapping his his comm-link watch he relayed what he had just done to the others, the span of around just a minute taking place between now and vocals suggestion; "Alright, done. Most of the rooms are gonna be light-less for a while, that should be enough time for each of you to infiltrate and get your spy on. Meanwhile I'll be phasing through the walls to reach our target fast enough."
Throughout his time in the military, O'Connor had been involved in almost every kind of operation and managed to succeed in most of them. This one was somewhat very distinct. Before entering a certain environment, the commander was already aware of all the dangers and risks he was most likely to face. As for the prison, nothing was known. Although the mission was very distinctive compared to all the tasks he had taken, O'Connor was no stranger to rescuing captives and in all the times he was tasked to retrieve a prisoner, he always used stealth tactics in order to get the job done. Here, he knew the same had to be done.
Because all five of them were members of S.T.R.I.K.E. and had a common goal, O'Connor decided to put his trust in every individual, even though he knew nothing about them, except Bradshaw, who was a fellow soldier. He placed his trust in them in a way that he knew that with the use of everyone's skills and abilities, the mission was very likely to be successful. Vocal was the first to assess the situation giving an idea, which O'Connor thought was an amazingly well-thought out plan, considering that the prison was not more but a complete mystery and not much was known from it. "Her plan might just work." the commander spoke, approving her plan. "We'll have to be very cautious though." He quickly switched into a prison guard's equipment, and placed his shield on his back covering it with the uniform, in order to protect him from any projectiles or blasts from behind. To facilitate the mission, O'Connor knew that the best choice was to disguise himself as one of the guards, making it easier to make his way inside and search through the building.
Now disguised as one of the prison guards, standing nearly 30 feet away from Bradshaw, from his communication device he listened to the information the Maverick was giving concerning the equipment that the prison guards were using. The war veteran was astounded by the descriptions of such devices. It did not take long for O'Connor to realize that the entire stronghold was prepared for almost any threat or assault. Now was not the time to stop though. "This is Braveheart." O'Connor answered to Bradshaw. "I'm going in!" After deciding to take his next move, he made his way into the facility and commenced a thorough exploration as he walked through its hallways, trying to find anything that would lead him to 3rd level, where the target was.
Just a few short weeks has passed since her embarrassing defeat at the hands of her half-sister, Ziccarra Liafador. For the first time in nearly five years, The Cerise Tactician was marooned at an unknown location inside an unknown country. Unknown to her, a series of backdoor deals involving weapons saw her transported from Barbados to Subterria; someone saw the last name Knightfall and sought to capitalize on it.
They took everything, her blades Nirvana and Styx; her compass and even made her wash the face-paint from her face. There was literally nothing to do but plot, eventually she would be liberated from this forsaken fortress; but the matter of when often came into consideration.
Her initial inspection of her cell proved…problematic, just a light tap against the bars cause them to widen; hinting that anymore force would cause them to close. The dense reinforced metal at the top and bottom suggested more levels, but there was almost no way to tell which level she was on.
Sprawled in the fetal position at the far right side of her cell, Faatina’s mind experienced a series of erratic thoughts. Instead of standing and scouting per her routine; today she didn’t have the energy. Something was telling her to lie there, and be quiet-- It was like the force-fed her maniac depression
“My…face…give me…my face…” she whispered erratically; at the mercy of the facility’s mental intrusion capabilities. As her huge steely blue eyes bounced around their sockets, alerted by the subtle vibrations humming through the steel floor; she caught the foreign presence of a person she’d not seen before.
“Heeey…” She called out just below a whisper, using her upper body strength to navigate her entire body to the edge of her cell. Despite her initial call to the woman she said nothing, her eyes continued to move left and right spying multiple people she’d never seen before.
The Knightfall-Liafador hybrid used her free hand to push her candy apple hair from her face before trying to snag someone’s attention.
(IMO, there should be a level in between 2 and 3. One where its like a normal prison except with higher security and anti super-power facilities. Because right now its either low level criminal or super psychopath. Anyways, I think i'll get started): (Btw, I ain't such a good writer, so sorry for not being pro :P)
(Read bio for before)
Waking up, Daemon immediatly knew something was wrong... Starting with where he was. Taking a look around, he saw he was in a dark room made of what seemed like stone, but was a shade darker. He also saw that on the walls were carved words and phrases, most seeming to want the same thing- death.
The next thing that caught his eye, or more his sense of touch was his fore-arms were attached together with iron cuffs behind his back and that his legs were in a kneeling position, also bound by cuffs. Getting himself into a more confortable position, he was struck odd. What was going on? Why was he here? And most of all, where the stang was he?
Well sh** lol. I honestly wasn't expecting you to post at all and to see that you are still going to post is all I really needed. You don't really need to worry about keeping me waiting cause I'm up to my ass in stuff already. Congrats!
So what's the general stroryline? I juste dont wanna be wrinting completely random stuff, and since I juste wrote my intro...
Well, basically, we're a team of varying backgrounds working for a government organization called "S.T.R.I.K.E." And well.
An elite capekiller apart of a private military coporation that is not that well known.(My alt @maverick_6)
An inhuman who controls sound with super speed.
A speedster that absorbs energy and has speedforce powers.
A Special Warfare warfare commado who basically trained to become a superhuman with a vibranium Shield.
Secret agent woman now one really knows anything about infiltrated the prison and is now posing as a guard.
There are two people who are actually prisoners. Lunahawk and Faatina Knightfall.
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