ARMS RP thread

[dragonrazor]

The day had started rather ordinarily. But it had quickly gone out of the ordinary for nine police officers and a young man they tried to arrest based on false evidence and ridiculous accusations. One of their officers had accused Darius Stormsong of attacking him with a sword. So he had gone out of his way to prove just how baseless that accusation was, by beating each of the officers that attempted to arrest him to a bloody pulp with his bare hands. In the process, he ended up fighting them using their own weapons against them. Early on, he had gotten his hands on a pair of Mossberg shotguns and Colt M4A1s. He didn’t use them to kill, relying on his accuracy to take shots that would suppress without taking life. The fighting raged all day, and despite many, many shots being fired, not one life was taken. On the battlefield stood a single man, wielding the pair of Mossbergs as Tai sticks. At the end of the fighting, nine police officers ended up in the hospital, with numerous broken bones, bruises, and nonfatal injuries.

Shortly after the officers were rushed to the hospital, a convoy of six military trucks and an SUV bearing the marks of the NSA moved in on the city. Darius had surrendered to police custody shortly beforehand, on the condition that all charges from the accusations be dropped. The NSA agent in charge of the takeover told the police that they wanted Darien. She had laid out the entire scenario for them, illustrating that they had been demolished by a single man. She offered to take him off their hands, along with all property confiscated from him in the initial arrest and the weeks that had followed. When some of the officers questioned their chief about taking the agent up on her offer, he offered them a short explanation:

“This guy took out nine of our best officers in less than three hours. He did so with only weapons confiscated from our own officers, and he did so without taking a single life. If the NSA wants him, wants to use him for some purpose beyond our comprehension, I say more power to them. It gets him off our hands, and it gets him out in the world doing good.”


Several weeks later

Crystal Peak Hardened Facility, Colorado:

Darius oversaw the reconstruction of the old facility, along with the government contractor who was in charge of the retrofitting. They had been at it for six days, and had already expanded the facility, giving it a makeover on the inside, and a full landing strip and hangar setup on the surface. The military had been working on acquiring whatever they needed, and the government had, with the help of private organizations, provided the funding and technology for the facility. Once the command center was complete, Darius sat down in a chair. It had been a long few weeks. That’s when Sara Niven came in, along with a briefcase, and two soldiers carrying boxes of files. Darius groaned at the sight of the files to go through.

“Couldn’t you have narrowed down the recruits?” He asked, tired of paperwork already. She just grinned at him before speaking.

“This is the narrowed down selection. Most of the recruits are on their way here. We’ll need to go about interviewing them before they start.”

Darius sighed, then nodded. They had a lot of work to do, and now seemed the opportune time to recruit. He read the first three files, and had the soldiers show the recruits in one at a time for an interview.

 

[dragonrazor]

OOC: bumped

 

[Red_Tomaz]

Nick Ramsey

The day of changes:

The call came in to the station late in the afternoon. Armed robbery. Between 3 and 5 armed suspects was robbing a bank. All availible police cruisers was assigned to the scene. The SWAT team on duty was busy elsewhere, dealing with a drug related hostage situation.

Nick Ramsey and his partner James Willis was the first officers to arrive at the scene. They knew that the robbers was equipped with heavy weaponry and established a perimeter around the area with outmost caution. Nick listened at the radio and frowned at the news of the delayed police backup. "Damn SWAT." He muttered to his partner.

James smiled sweetly as he took out the Mossberg shotgun they kept in the trunk of their cruiser. Nick shrugged and checked that his Beretta was loaded.

At that moment the doors of the bank opened and 3 heavily armed men ran out. They immediately opened fire at the police cruiser with their automatic rifles. James and Nick dove to the ground with their weapons in their hands.

The firefight was brutal but brief. The police cruiser was just scrap. The 3 robbers was dead. As was a 4th robber that came out later on in the firefight. As of the 2 police officers. James Willis was shot 3 times in the chest and was not far from death for over a week. Nick Ramsey had been shot 5 times. 2 of those bullets had hit him in the robbers first salvo. Despite his injuries he had killed 3 of the robbers while his partner killed 1.

When it all was over Nick lay on the ground with 3 bullets in his left shoulder, 1 in his right leg and the last one had punctured one of his lungs.

2 months later when Nick entered the station for the first time since the shooting he was immediately called into the chiefs office.

"Seems you have done yours at this district." The chief said with a smug smile.

Nick was lost of words. He had been shot in the line of duty. His partner was still in coma and they where about to fire his ass. "Now wait a minute." His words where speaken to deaf ears as his chief continued as if he didn't hear him.

"Seems you have been making an impression to some hotshots as i have to send you to NSA for a talk."

NSA? What the hell was this about?

Several days later

Crystal Peak Hardened Facility, Colorado:

Nick Ramsey exited the black car and nodded to the driver. He watched the car drive away as he rubbed his left shoulder. The ache slowly vanished. He turned towards the facility with some concern. It looked quite impressive. The only thing he knew was that he might get a job in the NSA. What kind of job he had no idea.

After some directions from a young woman he thought to be an assistant of some sort he stood waiting outside an office. He was quite nervous and just nodded politely to the other men and women that stood waiting. Many applicants for the job he mused to himself. He sighed and leaned himself towards the wall with his arms crossed as he prepared for a long wait.

 

[dragonrazor]

OOC: bumped for our first interviewee

One of the soldiers showed in a young woman, almost shoving her into the room, as Darius raised an eyebrow, then shook his head. He turned to Sara, who handed him a file to read over. He opened the file, leafing through it for a few moments, then looked up at the woman, motioning for her to take a seat.

 

[Hikari]

Damn they really had her. She couldn't believe they'd caught her. Plus for the first time people had seen her face. It made her angry and uneasy. Men led her to a room and had to practically push her inside. A man sat at a desk and motioned for her to sit.


"Look, I don't know who you people are, but you have no right to hold me like this."

 

[dragonrazor]

Darius raised an eyebrow, then sighed. It was going to be a long day, he thought. He decided to be honest with the girl. "According to this file, we have enough dirt on you to put you away for a long time, for attacking government officials. Though, to be honest, I'm surprised that you're a woman. Anyways, I'm here to offer you a job. You see, we need people with special abilities or skills. The organization is called Agile Remote Missions Squad. In return for your services, you get a clean slate, and we can provide you with information on the people who killed your parents."

 

[Hikari]

Great they had her in a trap. There was no way out of this one. How the hell had they got her? She honestly couldn't remember. It was all black. They knew enough about her and her parents to..


"If I agree to this what'll happen to me? I have school, friends, belongings. What happens to all of those things. If you ask me this place looks worse than a prison."

 

[dragonrazor]

Darius raised an eyebrow, then laughed. "We're not quite finished yet. They're still building above ground. This section is inside the mountain, though. This is a sort of office for me. That door back there leads to my living quarters. You will be given a sizable set of rooms, and your property and schooling will be taken care of. As for your friends, it would be dangerous for you if they ever found out who you are."

 

[Hikari]

She took a deep breath.

"Guess I'm stuck then...and although I was bluffing about having friends.. I still don't think I'll like it here."


There was a sadness in her eyes, being hidden by anger. She'd have to be a bird in a cage to be free and that made no sense to her. All she had was her vow..


"I'll need my staff and my clothes.. I'll play your game, but only as long as I receive what you have offered."


She could be easily considered beautiful, but it was not something she put importance on. All she wanted was rest. It would help her wake up from this nightmare.

 

[dragonrazor]

Darius nodded, then accepted the next file from Sara. He looked at the young woman, and smiled. "You look tired. Follow the soldier there, he'll take you to the living quarters. I'll have one of the soldiers bring your staff and other belongings to you." With that, he wrote a note, and handed it to one of the other soldiers.

 

[Donsehan]

Simon Lee

I looked at the young lady who was captured, interesting eyes, they saw a lot. I noticed her ruffled clothing, and the look of sadness, anger and more in her eyes. I turned to Darius as he wrote the note, "is it a good idea to put her there? We've still got contruction backups there."

 

[dragonrazor]

Darius nodded, stretching, then showed him the next file. "She's a good person. Resourceful too, judging from her file. She should be fine. And relax, we've got the personal quarters finished, outside of the security surveillance. The next guy's a cop. A damned good one too, judging from his records. He might even be as good a shot as you."

OOC: tag Tomaz

 

[Donsehan]

Simon Lee

I raised my eyebrow "oh? interesting, I just hope he that's not true after I finish the new headgear I've been working on. That would be . . . to say the least, disturbing" I leaned against the wall, and watched the shadows under the door waiting for the next candidate. I glanced at the file, taking in what Darius was talking about "wow, he is pretty good." Then I looked to the door, as I heard footsteps aproaching.


tag - Tomaz

 

[InnerKitty]

Seneca Taylor

Seneca, nose in a book, walked through, the old downtown district, unnoticed. The walk home through the city from the library, had never been safe, but to Seneca it beat a cab or bus home. Most thugs left her alone. The ones that hadn't... well, they left her alone now.
Three block from her home a dog ran up to her, barking. She looked up from her book, ready to be attacked, but then realized the bark was wrong. This dog was in distress. It was bleeding from several cuts, one ear looked ripped off and it seemed much of it's hair had been burned off... it kinda looked like a dobey...like her dobey...."Molly!" she yelled. The dog looked at her for a moment then ran off down the street, toward Mr. Dans house, where Seneca lived! Seneca began running, now smelling the smoke of something big burning, now seeing the light reflected off the other buildings, hearing Molly barking, afraid in the distance.

Rounding the corner she was met with intense heat, smoke, fire and the realization that her home was burning right in front of her. Molly was pacing in the front of the house, seeing Seneca she came running to her, barking, then running back to the house. The dog dipped her head down to the ground putting one paw near the now gone ear. It was their signal for Mr. Dan. Seneca's head snapped up as she realized Mr. Dan was still in the house. Molly ran up toward the door, but her fear of fire overtook her and she ran back to the woman, putting a paw on her thigh, barking in her face.

"Molly, Mr Dan is inside?," the dog barked once short, "Okay, you stay and guard the front of the house." The dog sat facing out from the house. "good girl". Seneca turned toward the house, unsure of what to do next.

Remembering her cell phone, she called 911 and gave the address, but they would never get here in time... she knew...

Seneca had remained calm for the phone and the dog, but her heart was in her throat and fear was stealing around the edges of her mind. He can't be in there and be alive! Oh, mr. dan! For a moment her knees nearly buckled under her. Then her lessons came back to her in a flash, mr. dan's voice in her mind, "calm the mind, calm the body-only then can you acess your situation and act accordingly." As her breathing became more steady, she studied the building and the fire, and found an opening, Move! she heard her voice say, then she was in the building.

Inside nothing was familiar, all was aflame and several walls had burned through, thier supports glowing white hot. This was too dangerous for her, and she knew it was stupid, but Molly had said Mr. Dan was inside. Seneca had to find him. She called his name, but over the roar of the fire heard nothing. She smelled the scent of burning hair, and realized it was hers. She patted it out and stuffed it in her shirt collar. The kitchen was to her left and there on the floor was the sole fire extinguisher in the house. She picked it up and ignored the burning of her skin, opened it up and sprayed herself down, closing her eyes and holding her breath, it was cold, good.

She ran through the house and heard the crash of the second story loft, her bedroom, falling down into the first, she braced for the ceiling to fall in on her, but it didn't happen. Searching in front of her, she saw a dark lump in the middle of the fire, a neat dark circle all around it, moving just a bit- MR DAN. She quickly made her way to him. The floor was slick here with whatever was keeping the fire away. Mr Dan lay twisted on the floor, his right arm broken at a strange angle, one of his eyes swollen compeltely shut, his body covered in bleeding wounds. He looked up at her with one eye and tried to smile, "S-s-enaca..." He broke into a fit of coughing, blood spurting from his lips, "Don't talk Mr Dan... I'll get you out of here..." She reached under his body, at that moment realizing the liquid on the floor must be blood, and supressing the urge to retch, lifted the man from the floor. His legs hung at all the wrong angles and were completely limp. Mr Dan let out a moan of pain, and tried to speak but nothing but bubbles of blood escaped his mouth. He was in terrible shape, she knew it, and she moved as fast as she could around the debris, trying not to jostle him too much, but knowing she was. She felt tears welling up behind her eyes, but didn't let them get in her way. As she exited the house, she saw and heard the emergency vehicles arrive. Molly was up, her hair on end, her teeth bared as the firemen got out of the truck. They looked at the dog, then at each other and for a moment were frozen. Seneca, saw and called the dog to her side. The firemen went about their business of keeping the fire from spreading to the other buildings... this one was a loss.

Seneca looked down at mr dan's face, he was staring at her with his one good eye, "t-thud (wheeze) r-rock, b-b-by well" he closed his eye for a moment, then opened it back up looking for all the world like he was waiting for her to understand.
Seneca looked around and saw the well in the yard, it was ornamental, but he'd always liked it. It had three stones around it. She told the dog to stay, it laid beside mr dan, its nose on its paws. Seneca went to the stones, Mr. dan had always sat on the same one. She chose it, looked around its base, then lifted, it moved easily. Underneath was a small metal box. She pulled it up out of the ground then ran back to Mr. Dan's side. "Is this it? Is this what you wanted?" He blinked once at her. She opened the box. Inside was a brass and silver emblem of a tiger embossed on a quartersized pendant attached to a black silk ribbon. Mr Dan tried to smile, "s-safe, (gurgle, wheeze) keep it-t s-s-safe. . . find m-man ta-tooed with t-tiger"
"Mr Dan?" she saw him fading, "Mr Dan? where? where do I find him?" she heard the EMT's approaching quickly, he opened his eyes, the dog growled at the approaching people "Molly, come" Seneca commanded, she looked back at mr Dan, he blinked at her once, Colorado, he mouthed and then coughed again.

"Miss, you have to get back, Miss, we are going to try to help him, but you must get back!" She was moved by the speaker of the voice. She looked at the face of this person, a woman, her blue eyes intent and caring, white skinned, red curly hair slipping out of her emt hat, dressed in the dark blue uniform of her companions already working on Mr. Dan.

Seneca stepped back, calling the dog gently, someone came from another side and put a blanket around her shoulders... Seneca bent down and hugged her dog, Molly whimpered and the woman remembered the dogs many wounds. "What happened here Molly?" The dog stared back into her eyes.

The EMT's were moving Mr. Dan, Seneca watched as he turned his head towards her looking at her with his eye. She stared back. She couldn't leave the dog, but she need ed to go with him. "Miss?" a policewoman walked up to her, "do you want to go with him? are you a relative?" "Yes," Seneca lied, "I am his daughter. But I can't take the dog, and I can't leave her here."
The policewoman looked at her then Molly, "I'll take her, we can get her medical attention,.. will she bite?"
"Yes, but only if I tell her to." Seneca reached out to the policewoman and hugged her. Looking back at Molly, she said, "Molly, protect." The dog sneezed in understanding, and moved to the policewomans side and sat down. Seneca, bent down and petted the dog gently where there seemed to be no injury, "good girl Molly" the dog licked her hand.
Standing back up, "Thank you officer, for the moment, you are her job. Use standard, heel, sit, stay commands and she will obey you. Remember she is protecting you. If you act agressive toward anyone.... well, just don't, for their sake." she smiled weakly at the female officer. "Thank you." then she ran to the ambulance.

"I am his daughter..." The EMT's let her in. She settled beside Mr dan. He looked up at her with what might have been a smile. She smiled back, touching his shoulder lightly. "I'm here." The doors closed behind and the ambulance hurried away, sirens blaring.

Five minutes away from the hospital, the sirens stopped.

Seneca was alone... again.