((Everyone has these amazing chapters. And then there's me. I feel so inferior!))
I climbed down the ladder and entered the room. There was a plant(???), a water machine(I guess we all get thirsty), another door(I wonder where it leads), and a load of other stuff. At the center of the room was a desk with a person sitting at it.
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Whatever I just said, I didn't mean any offense. Unless we're fighting, in which case I probably did.
If I said something was a joke when it didn't seem like one, I'm making an excuse to avoid an argument I know is coming. Instead of telling me how not funny I am and how it didn't seem like a joke at all, just go along with it. Because flame wars suck and nobody wants to be a part of one.
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((Everyone has these amazing chapters. And then there's me. I feel so inferior!))
((These chapters are very long. If I miss a day, it takes at least half an hour to catch up. I feel like this thread will be hard to follow once the (prologue?) is over and the adventure picks up in pace.))
Nate climbed down the ladder and looked around. He was very excited. He loved hidden compartments and secret rooms and just secrets in general. He was always interested in gaining more knowledge in the sciences and history. It just so happened that science and history were subjects full of secrets, so was his love for secrets born. Joining the Couriers of Liberty would combine these three passions into one activity. He would use his knowledge of science in a secret society and be a part of history.
He saw the armored guard, and became uneasy. Then he remembered the people in the rest of the group which reassured his safety. Surely if this was a trap, they would be able to defend themselves, and in turn him from any enemies.
Next he saw the calendars and maps which brought back his excitement. This really was a secret base.
Next his eyes wandered to the table and then up to the man sitting behind it.
This must be Scion, Nate thought to himself.
He noticed that Scion's limbs had been replaced with robot parts. That must be what all those bulges are, I thought for a moment that this guy was ripped. His abs might be though, but I wouldn't care to see them. Nate admired the scar on Scion's face and wondered how he got it.
When I thought of Scion, I pictured someone else, but that was no matter. As long as the Couriers of Liberty existed, he was happy.
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"The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass,
it becomes a mysterious, awesome, incredibly magnificent world in itself"-Henry Miller
((Well, I decided to try out something new. This is going to be the first time I'm writing something with music accommodating it. If I've done a good job timing it right, the whole post should end with the music(if not the first part). If you guys have some free time, try reading this with it. I'd absolutely love to hear what you think about it
I do suggest reading it at a slower than usual pace to absorb and emphasise the information, and just basically allow for the song to play along. That's all really. Just hit play, and relax.))
Dark days were approaching. As raindrops fell gracefully from the skies and splattered onto the ground, it came to her. Like an epiphany, and almost in an instant, she felt a full comprehension of what was to come. The current state of this city. The country. The world. She took a brief glance above her, managing to peer through the grey skies to see the sun, which by itself, appeared to be sad and gloomy. She felt like she could only sympathise with it.
Her mind had wandered far off ever since she'd started daydreaming. As if lost in her own world, she found herself suddenly placed in space, with only a few stars in the far distance allowing her to come to that conclusion. There were no planets. No moons, nor asteroids. It was just the void. She stood still and yet defiantly, staring at a seemingly infinite rack of television screens which had appeared. Rows upon rows of the machines, sitting there inactive. It was deafeningly silent... but only for a while.
They all lit up one by one, slowly illuminating the dark and small pocket of space she was residing in. Through the screens she saw everything. Huge views of farmland, with dying and wilting brown crops. Crime, as gangs bashed through windows, robbed banks and murdered innocent people. The rich, standing above everyone else and waving hands to the public, knowing well of the damage that they were causing and not caring in the slightest. Factories, pumping more harmful gasses into the already polluted atmosphere. Cities and people on the coastline, drowning due to the ever increasing sea levels. Hives of bees laid still and dead in dry cracked land. Droughts, bringing famine and death upon millions of people. Billions of dollars being poured into new research for testing weapons of mass destruction whilst plagues ravaged the land. Countries, which in their confusion, succumbed to extremist totalitarian regimes.
What are we doing?
What is anyone doing?
... what am I doing?
She could only look fatigued, maybe to the point of even being stressed, as she placed her hand onto one of the glowing screens. It displayed a picture of the slums. It was only one of the countless injustices and sufferings the human race was experiencing. And yet, in a second it was easily replaced with a different one in a flash. This... was virtually infinite.
Were we doomed as a race to begin with?
That we could not even cooperate in order to solve a single problem?
That we must go out to plunder, murder and destroy everything that we have created so recklessly and greedily?
Her thoughts were only met by the echoes of the empty void of space. She felt utterly sorry for herself. Despite her being in such a depressed state, the screens facing her could only continue to show scenes of death, corruption, disease, and chaos. It's collective blinding light was almost taunting to her.
It will never be enough.
No matter what I do...
Is there a point to it all then?
A purpose, of doing anything at all?
...
Was this all inevitable?
Even as she looked up to see the screens once more, she knew. Earth was most certainly doomed. Everyone living right now, was simply living off borrowed time. Eventually it would all come to an end. And at that point, Claire knew that we'd all looked back, only thinking about how it could've been all prevented so simply... so easily... Yet, she could only sit down, looking upon the limitless number of monitors, feeling guilty. Ashamed.
None of what she did, or anyone for that matter, mattered. The average person would just continue on, ever so ignorantly completing his daily tasks, unknown to the reality of the situation at hand. And when the time finally arrived, it would be... too late.
She supposed the phrase 'ignorance is bliss' had some meaning after all.
But what can I do?
I can't stop this.
Should I even continue on?
It was here when she looked upon a screen which had stayed upon one picture for much too long. A crater in an abandoned district area.
Hex 3.
The heroes of today often go unnoticed. But even so... it didn't mean that there was no harm in trying. She had to persevere through this. Even if her life was just a tiny insignificant spot in the grand scale of the universe... Claire would've played a part in it. It'd be a waste to wallow in self-pity for the rest of her days. She had the power to change things. And she'll either succeed... or die trying...
Claire was jolted back into reality almost unexpectedly, noticing that Wilson had called out to the entire group of people to follow him into the building. She sighed to herself, entering a state of apathy before looking back at the sky to notice that the Sun was now much brighter than before. The dark clouds and rain itself seems to have almost calmed down. A small smile was brought to her face, before she then followed along cautiously into the warehouse...
Adrien follows the person before him into the warehouse. He glanced around the room, looking for security systems as he walked over to the ladder and began climbing down. He blinked as his eyes entered x-ray mode when he passed the guard, as if being able to see his skeleton somehow made the man slightly less intimidating.
After adjusting his eyes back to normal, Adrien gazed at the room before him with a mild sense of awe. "Impressive... How large is this facility, exactly?" He said just before the group entered the office.
He stood in the back corner of the room near the plant, studying the man at the desk as the others followed inside. He didn't say a word, waiting either for Wilson or the man to begin the introductions.
((Maybe for the more mundane bits of the story like this where everyone's reaction isn't really a necessity, you could just wait up to like 48 hours for people to respond before continuing. Like not to sound rude but we shouldn't pause the RP for several days so ~10 barely varying stories of walking into an office can be written.)
((Maybe for the more mundane bits of the story like this where everyone's reaction isn't really a necessity, you could just wait up to like 48 hours for people to respond before continuing. Like not to sound rude but we shouldn't pause the RP for several days so ~10 barely varying stories of walking into an office can be written.)
((This. A few people can write their reactions, and then we can move on.))
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Whatever I just said, I didn't mean any offense. Unless we're fighting, in which case I probably did.
If I said something was a joke when it didn't seem like one, I'm making an excuse to avoid an argument I know is coming. Instead of telling me how not funny I am and how it didn't seem like a joke at all, just go along with it. Because flame wars suck and nobody wants to be a part of one.
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I apologize in advance if I don't post on an RP for a while; I'm still sorting things out.
Whatever I just said, I didn't mean any offense. Unless we're fighting, in which case I probably did.
If I said something was a joke when it didn't seem like one, I'm making an excuse to avoid an argument I know is coming. Instead of telling me how not funny I am and how it didn't seem like a joke at all, just go along with it. Because flame wars suck and nobody wants to be a part of one.
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((I hope everybody is still interested. This RP is looking kind of dead...))
Assuming everybody followed into the office, Scion then does a quick headcount of the group, noting that the drone most likely belonged to Sophia, and grins slightly. "Twelve out of twenty. Not bad. Thank you, Wilson," he said. Then he got out of his chair and spoke to the group. "Good evening. My name is Denzel Greeves, though you know me as Scion. I apologize for not introducing myself in the message I sent to you all, but it would have been too risky. I'm on about seven different watch lists right now. As for why you're here, you've been invited to become an agent of an organization known as the Couriers of Liberty. You've probably never heard of it. It was only founded about six months ago. Our goal is simple: deliver as many people from this dying world as possible."
"As you all know, about a year ago, an airborne bacteria escaped from a corporate lab, infecting every plant in the world. Every day, the corps simply overlook us." He takes on a more serious tone. "They hardly care about finding a cure. Why should they? With their money, they have a free ticket off this rock anyway. Any corporation that is looking for a cure is most likely doing it to turn a profit, anyway. And while all this is happening, the people continue to be abused by the ones who were meant to protect them,"
He pauses, looking around the room before continuing. "Ladies, gentlemen, this nation you stand in right now was founded upon the overthrowing of tyrants to secure the rights of the people. These corporations are no longer the law. Unless somebody somehow finds a cure, it is up to men and women like us to restore the people's freedom. We mainly do this by stealing from the corporations. One day we will use this money to fly people to Alpha Centauri A. We live with the burden of knowing we can't save everyone in this world. But it doesn't matter if we save two lives, or a thousand, or a million. What matters is that we try. And if that sentimental stuff means nothing to you, I can offer another incentive instead,"
Denzel reaches under the desk and pulls out an already opened briefcase filled with about 99,900 credits (about 15,000 USD or 14,000 Euros). "I know this may not be much to some of you, but to the rest of you, it might be more money than you've ever seen in your life." He closes the briefcase and sets it on the desk. It looks like there are about five complicated locks on it. "If this job still doesn't interest you, feel free to leave. However, you may not share anything you've seen or heard here today. Unfortunately, we have to enforce consequences on anyone who gives us away. Nothing too serious, but it's enough to make life really inconvenient for you. With that being said, I'll briefly talk about your first assignment. You've already met Wilson. Because he's been an agent for a while, I'll send him with you so he can show you the ropes." He then walks over to the map on the wall.
"As most of you know, Hyperion Industries is the leading energy producer in the western hemisphere. A day or two ago, they opened up a lab right here," he says as he points out a red thumb tack on the map, then looks back. "As a result, they've had very little time to set up a full guard unit there. We need to strike before they do. Because they're a research lab, they've most likely been transferred valuable tech that we can fence on the black market. In a few moments you'll head out into another room where Wilson will help you all come up with a strategy for infiltrating their lab. You will then share it with me for approval. Unfortunately, we only have a map of the lobby, so it may be difficult." He then walks back behind his desk. "Are there questions about anything I've said so far?"
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((I'm still here. However, Tetra is still in stasis as of now.))
Claire walked in as calmly as ever into the warehouse. Almost unexpectedly, the building itself was in poor condition, appearing to be practically abandoned and simply storing old wooden crates. Some of the windows were cracked, will others had been boarded up very carelessly with weathered wooden planks. However, it wasn't long before she noticed Wilson going off in front of a wall and seemingly just staring at a wall very intently. It took her half a second to see what he was really attempting to do. Making a bit of a pattern on the wall with his hand, a secret trapdoor opened directly next to him.
Sighing into her gas mask, she climbed down the ladder after a few others. They'd entered a short corridor, of which Claire's gas mask seemed to have been heard easier. She allowed the sound of it to echo out slightly in the short vicinity of her, getting a feeling of the area through hearing the bouncing noises. Just as they entered yet another grey room, this one actually filled with people working on computers, she'd walked past an armed guard almost completely covered with his equipment. None of the people here seemed to care. As Claire just passed by the man, she seemed to return him the stare, her eyes looking as uncaring as ever, and yet intimidating in her unshakable confidence.
After that, once Claire had very quickly taken note of the base's layout and the people around her, they went inside an office. It looked a bit organised, almost to the point of it easily replicating a real office. She watched as a man dressed in green camouflage attire, supposedly Scion, stood up and introduced himself as so. She listened attentively, with her arms crossed and standing at a corner of the room, yet not to the point of leaning on a wall. She found the organisation's goals interesting... she's yet to really find a group of people like this... well other than the Crimson and Shadows. But officially, those no longer exist. Most definitely suspicious, she decided to just listen for now. If this was legitimate, she'd most definitely assist them without any sort of monetary reward.
As he paused to see if anyone would leave due to lack of interest, Claire allowed her eyes to scan the room once more, before going on to listen to his briefing. Scion explained his plan and their target. Once he finished, the woman raised her hand up very collectedly, her eyes looking back at the map covered in thumbtacks, before going on to ask a question.
"I assume we have an understanding of Hyperion Industries' means of security? If so, I'd like to take a look at their level of security and the tech they've already installed.", she spoke in a composed manner, yet still as apathetic as ever, as she then patiently waited for her answer.
I stared at the money in wonderment. 99,000 credits? That was insane! That would change my life! I turned away from the group and whispered to my locket,"Mom, we might be moving soon. And I might be able to find a cure." Thankfully, nobody in the group heard. The worst possible way to make a first impression is to have everyone think you're insane.
((Please, can nobody hear Amy talking to her dead mom?))
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Whatever I just said, I didn't mean any offense. Unless we're fighting, in which case I probably did.
If I said something was a joke when it didn't seem like one, I'm making an excuse to avoid an argument I know is coming. Instead of telling me how not funny I am and how it didn't seem like a joke at all, just go along with it. Because flame wars suck and nobody wants to be a part of one.
Roughly 95% of Minecraft players hate Villagers and would be very happy if they were removed. If you are one of the 5% who actually like villagers, copy this into your signature.-RainbowGirl
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((I'm still interested, but I wish it would progress faster.))
Adrien stood quietly in the corner throughout the meeting, looking rather bored as Scion introduced himself and explained the goal of his little organization. The idea of risking his life to save others didn't really sound appealing, until Scion placed the briefcase on his desk. Normally, that amount of Credits was almost pocket change to him. But after his bank account was frozen, Adrien couldn't help but stare at the briefcase.
((Italics for Muse conversation))
"Bit, how much money do I have...?"
"Zero Credits."
"Thought so."
Adrien looked somewhat saddened as the briefcase closed, wishing he would have gotten paid in advance. He patiently listened as Scion described their first assignment, waiting until he could ask questions to say anything.
"What does their network security look like? Can I hack it remotely, or do I need to be onsite? Will equipment be provided for this and future assignments? Is a bodycount of any concern?"
((Just a foreword, this whole post is out of character. And I'm really not trying to be rude, I know that real life is priority and sometimes people just can't post a reply in time, but this should be a fair way for everyone of continuing the plot in someone's temporary absence.))
((I think I have a potential solution for later in the story when some people can't respond within a reasonable timeframe (Like, preferably, 48 hours). Instead of just having the person's character being controlled by someone else or being an NPC or just simply left out of the picture, in character it could be seen as they are just not assigned to the latest COL mission, or off on a separate assignment. It seems logical that the COL wouldn't always send the exact same group of agents on the same assignments together, unless they were a single team/task force. (If that is the case, then the missing person can be "on loan" temporarily to another team to serve as backup.) That's also a way of dealing with newcomers to the RP who get accepted later on.))
((But this does leave two problems. First, what if they're capable of posting halfway through a mission? If that's the case, then in character they could be brought in as backup. They weren't originally assigned to the mission, but they've been reassigned to help the agents who were. They received a basic copy of the plan and mission details and were informed en route to the area of operations, and they regroup with everyone else or focus on a different task of the mission. For example, if I couldn't play as Adrien/Faith for a few days, while everyone else was halfway through infiltrating a skyscraper, but now for whatever I can get online to post, I could have Adrien breach the network from a computer at the COL warehouse and still participate and assist despite missing the initial portion of the RP.))
((That just leaves the second problem. What if someone becomes inactive halfway through a mission? Well, simply put, the only solution I can see is that they'd either have to be roleplayed by someone else/considered an NPC or they could be taken out of the picture temporarily by being non-lethally wounded.))
(( Block, I'm terribly sorry for having to say this, but I have to take a stand out of your roleplay. University is keeping me extremely busy, and I can't keep up with the pace of the current IC events and how they unfold. This is the first time I sit in front of my PC ever since I last posted here. I give you full control over Iris to either assign her as an NPC or get rid of her completely.
Again, I'm sorry for ruining the whole experience for everyone... I didn't mean it to happen. ))
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((I am actually still here, just lacking motivation to write. Rest assured, once I get into the swing of things, posts will come a little more frequently.))
Victor watched as new people walked into the fold. The sheer amount of people here was still surprising to him. This place didn't seem like the place to recruit random mercenaries. These people probably had the same, if not better training than he did. Victor could still think back to his encounters in the military. It was mostly just skirmishes, but full firefights were the worst. It was kneeling behind cover and watching as your friends were picked off one by one. He snapped back to reality when Wilson walked inside.
A few people entered, and Victor followed suit. The building didn't seem like anything out of the ordinary. It was dirty, grimy, and large. Exactly what you'd expect from a warehouse. Wilson walked over to a nearby wall. He searched for something, then suddenly, a trapdoor had opened. A ladder descended down to a dark corridor. He motioned the group to follow. Some people went down in did so. Victor was somewhat reluctant, but he had gone this far.
They were led into a room where a guard stood watch. He looked heavily armed and armored. Victor began to wonder about the rest of the guards in this compound. The group walked through another door into an office. A man sat at a desk. This was likely the man who sent everyone their messages. It would seem that there was originally supposed to be 20 people. Victor scoffed at the remark. That would make at least 5 fire teams. Of this caliber and skill, extremely dangerous and efficient.
Scion went on to explain his groups intentions. Apparently, they had planned on bringing people off-planet onto a safer planet. To do so, they would need to steal from the mega-corporations. Naturally, Victor was somewhat reluctant to tangle with the mega-corporations. They had nigh-infinite power over the people and likely, surveillance everywhere. Victor wondered if this was an elaborate trap, but he blurred it out of focus when he saw the credits. That was a lot of money. It could keep him happy for a long time. Not to mention this plan for off-world transport. Victor nodded with a smirk.
This just might work.
Denzel began to talk about Hyperion Industries, an energy provider. Victor could remember when he was sent in to fix a few things there. It was mostly easy, but then again, he dealt with basic machinery, not heavy-duty power generators. It would seem that the group was supposed to strike at the place before some more guards came in. Victor nodded, and would follow Wilson to the next room for planning.
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Wilson thought the meeting was going well so far. Nobody left, at least not yet, so that was good. The credits seemed to be the most attention grabbing thing in the meeting so far. He wasn't surprised. Meanwhile, Denzel answered the questions the group had. "We've infiltrated various Hyperion buildings in the past," he replied to Claire. He then pulled a yellow folder out of his desk and placed it on top. "This folder contains various documents detailing what we've come up against so far. They mainly use standard corporate security, but like all corporations we sometimes come across defenses that are more... unique. Lasers, electricity, water, et cetera." He then turned to answer Adrien's questions. "We're dealing with standard corporate network security. Most devices guarded by it will have to be hacked on site, though there are probably a few off-site targets. Equipment will be provided depending on the mission. You can always take a handgun or two from one of our storerooms if you need one. Lastly, do what you need to in order to keep everyone safe, but don't kill unless you must. An entire building of dead guards will attract a lot of attention."
((It's a bit sad to see ya go Mafia, but hopefully I'll continue to see you elsewhere. As for Iris, does anyone want to take over for her? If no one objects, I'd be happy to take a spin at it. It could even be a collaborative effort if needed. I could use an answer to this relatively quickly, as I wouldn't want both Tetra and Iris to be stuck in stasis for too long.))
Claire quietly watched as most of the people in the room reacted to the sight of the enormous amount of money in a way which she had expected. It was certainly true that a human could very easily reveal true emotions simply through subconscious body movements. She'd studied the main basis of it during the time she learned how to perfect keeping her true emotions locked up inside her. Some of the mercenaries here suddenly got a bit more interested in the subject. Some subconsciously leaned their bodies in to marvel at the credits, while others looked curious as to when they'd begin the job. She even noticed a young female adult whispering into something. Claire wasn't exactly sure what the girl was doing, but she was capable of hearing everything said and happening inside, and even to an extent outside, of the room perfectly with her enhanced senses. From what she'd heard, Claire had discreetly came to a conclusion that the girl must've had some sort of tough life, most definitely one without a mother, if not one who had died in some sort an accident. A quick note was taken regarding this, and then pushed back into her brain for future reference.
She was able to tell all of this through her quick thinking, while giving away practically nothing at all. Claire remained a closed box, not a single person capable of even guessing as to what was really going on in her brain. Her body gave away nothing, the same went with her eyes and the tone of her voice. Everyone in this room was a stranger; and potentially even skilled murderers, if she was to assume that some of them were very skilled in different professions. As such, it might be best to remain cautious for now.
Either ways, no one left the room and a brunette had even stepped up to ask a few questions about their digital security. Claire guessed the credits got everyone's attention. She on the other hand, didn't even give it more of a glance than she gave the other objects in the room. It's funny how people think that greed can help solve humanity's predicament, when it was the very thing that got us in this hellhole of a situation in the first place. She sighed slightly to herself, but got back to what was happening. Scion answered her and the other man's questions, with Claire nodding slightly to show that she acknowledged it.
"If we have any views of the building from the outside, and even schematics of those places your group has once infiltrated, it'd be good if I could take a look at them later to get an idea of how Hyperion buildings usually work.", and with that apathetically made comment, she remained silent once again, at this point really just waiting for Wilson to bring them to some sort of room to discuss this further.
((Everyone has these amazing chapters. And then there's me. I feel so inferior!))
I climbed down the ladder and entered the room. There was a plant(???), a water machine(I guess we all get thirsty), another door(I wonder where it leads), and a load of other stuff. At the center of the room was a desk with a person sitting at it.
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Whatever I just said, I didn't mean any offense. Unless we're fighting, in which case I probably did.
If I said something was a joke when it didn't seem like one, I'm making an excuse to avoid an argument I know is coming. Instead of telling me how not funny I am and how it didn't seem like a joke at all, just go along with it. Because flame wars suck and nobody wants to be a part of one.
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((These chapters are very long. If I miss a day, it takes at least half an hour to catch up. I feel like this thread will be hard to follow once the (prologue?) is over and the adventure picks up in pace.))
Nate climbed down the ladder and looked around. He was very excited. He loved hidden compartments and secret rooms and just secrets in general. He was always interested in gaining more knowledge in the sciences and history. It just so happened that science and history were subjects full of secrets, so was his love for secrets born. Joining the Couriers of Liberty would combine these three passions into one activity. He would use his knowledge of science in a secret society and be a part of history.
He saw the armored guard, and became uneasy. Then he remembered the people in the rest of the group which reassured his safety. Surely if this was a trap, they would be able to defend themselves, and in turn him from any enemies.
Next he saw the calendars and maps which brought back his excitement. This really was a secret base.
Next his eyes wandered to the table and then up to the man sitting behind it.
This must be Scion, Nate thought to himself.
He noticed that Scion's limbs had been replaced with robot parts. That must be what all those bulges are, I thought for a moment that this guy was ripped. His abs might be though, but I wouldn't care to see them. Nate admired the scar on Scion's face and wondered how he got it.
When I thought of Scion, I pictured someone else, but that was no matter. As long as the Couriers of Liberty existed, he was happy.
((Well, I decided to try out something new. This is going to be the first time I'm writing something with music accommodating it. If I've done a good job timing it right, the whole post should end with the music(if not the first part). If you guys have some free time, try reading this with it. I'd absolutely love to hear what you think about it
I do suggest reading it at a slower than usual pace to absorb and emphasise the information, and just basically allow for the song to play along. That's all really. Just hit play, and relax.))
Dark days were approaching. As raindrops fell gracefully from the skies and splattered onto the ground, it came to her. Like an epiphany, and almost in an instant, she felt a full comprehension of what was to come. The current state of this city. The country. The world. She took a brief glance above her, managing to peer through the grey skies to see the sun, which by itself, appeared to be sad and gloomy. She felt like she could only sympathise with it.
Her mind had wandered far off ever since she'd started daydreaming. As if lost in her own world, she found herself suddenly placed in space, with only a few stars in the far distance allowing her to come to that conclusion. There were no planets. No moons, nor asteroids. It was just the void. She stood still and yet defiantly, staring at a seemingly infinite rack of television screens which had appeared. Rows upon rows of the machines, sitting there inactive. It was deafeningly silent... but only for a while.
They all lit up one by one, slowly illuminating the dark and small pocket of space she was residing in. Through the screens she saw everything. Huge views of farmland, with dying and wilting brown crops. Crime, as gangs bashed through windows, robbed banks and murdered innocent people. The rich, standing above everyone else and waving hands to the public, knowing well of the damage that they were causing and not caring in the slightest. Factories, pumping more harmful gasses into the already polluted atmosphere. Cities and people on the coastline, drowning due to the ever increasing sea levels. Hives of bees laid still and dead in dry cracked land. Droughts, bringing famine and death upon millions of people. Billions of dollars being poured into new research for testing weapons of mass destruction whilst plagues ravaged the land. Countries, which in their confusion, succumbed to extremist totalitarian regimes.
What are we doing?
What is anyone doing?
... what am I doing?
She could only look fatigued, maybe to the point of even being stressed, as she placed her hand onto one of the glowing screens. It displayed a picture of the slums. It was only one of the countless injustices and sufferings the human race was experiencing. And yet, in a second it was easily replaced with a different one in a flash. This... was virtually infinite.
Were we doomed as a race to begin with?
That we could not even cooperate in order to solve a single problem?
That we must go out to plunder, murder and destroy everything that we have created so recklessly and greedily?
Her thoughts were only met by the echoes of the empty void of space. She felt utterly sorry for herself. Despite her being in such a depressed state, the screens facing her could only continue to show scenes of death, corruption, disease, and chaos. It's collective blinding light was almost taunting to her.
It will never be enough.
No matter what I do...
Is there a point to it all then?
A purpose, of doing anything at all?
...
Was this all inevitable?
Even as she looked up to see the screens once more, she knew. Earth was most certainly doomed. Everyone living right now, was simply living off borrowed time. Eventually it would all come to an end. And at that point, Claire knew that we'd all looked back, only thinking about how it could've been all prevented so simply... so easily... Yet, she could only sit down, looking upon the limitless number of monitors, feeling guilty. Ashamed.
None of what she did, or anyone for that matter, mattered. The average person would just continue on, ever so ignorantly completing his daily tasks, unknown to the reality of the situation at hand. And when the time finally arrived, it would be... too late.
She supposed the phrase 'ignorance is bliss' had some meaning after all.
But what can I do?
I can't stop this.
Should I even continue on?
It was here when she looked upon a screen which had stayed upon one picture for much too long. A crater in an abandoned district area.
Hex 3.
The heroes of today often go unnoticed. But even so... it didn't mean that there was no harm in trying. She had to persevere through this. Even if her life was just a tiny insignificant spot in the grand scale of the universe... Claire would've played a part in it. It'd be a waste to wallow in self-pity for the rest of her days. She had the power to change things. And she'll either succeed... or die trying...
Claire was jolted back into reality almost unexpectedly, noticing that Wilson had called out to the entire group of people to follow him into the building. She sighed to herself, entering a state of apathy before looking back at the sky to notice that the Sun was now much brighter than before. The dark clouds and rain itself seems to have almost calmed down. A small smile was brought to her face, before she then followed along cautiously into the warehouse...
Adrien follows the person before him into the warehouse. He glanced around the room, looking for security systems as he walked over to the ladder and began climbing down. He blinked as his eyes entered x-ray mode when he passed the guard, as if being able to see his skeleton somehow made the man slightly less intimidating.
After adjusting his eyes back to normal, Adrien gazed at the room before him with a mild sense of awe. "Impressive... How large is this facility, exactly?" He said just before the group entered the office.
He stood in the back corner of the room near the plant, studying the man at the desk as the others followed inside. He didn't say a word, waiting either for Wilson or the man to begin the introductions.
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((Maybe for the more mundane bits of the story like this where everyone's reaction isn't really a necessity, you could just wait up to like 48 hours for people to respond before continuing. Like not to sound rude but we shouldn't pause the RP for several days so ~10 barely varying stories of walking into an office can be written.)
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Whatever I just said, I didn't mean any offense. Unless we're fighting, in which case I probably did.
If I said something was a joke when it didn't seem like one, I'm making an excuse to avoid an argument I know is coming. Instead of telling me how not funny I am and how it didn't seem like a joke at all, just go along with it. Because flame wars suck and nobody wants to be a part of one.
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((Sorry I haven't replied, I've been busy. You're right, I should just continue with the meeting. I'll post the rest of it soon. However, after it gets posted, it's kind of necessary for me to get responses from people in case their characters want to reply.))
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((Okay.))
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Whatever I just said, I didn't mean any offense. Unless we're fighting, in which case I probably did.
If I said something was a joke when it didn't seem like one, I'm making an excuse to avoid an argument I know is coming. Instead of telling me how not funny I am and how it didn't seem like a joke at all, just go along with it. Because flame wars suck and nobody wants to be a part of one.
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((I hope everybody is still interested. This RP is looking kind of dead...))
Assuming everybody followed into the office, Scion then does a quick headcount of the group, noting that the drone most likely belonged to Sophia, and grins slightly. "Twelve out of twenty. Not bad. Thank you, Wilson," he said. Then he got out of his chair and spoke to the group. "Good evening. My name is Denzel Greeves, though you know me as Scion. I apologize for not introducing myself in the message I sent to you all, but it would have been too risky. I'm on about seven different watch lists right now. As for why you're here, you've been invited to become an agent of an organization known as the Couriers of Liberty. You've probably never heard of it. It was only founded about six months ago. Our goal is simple: deliver as many people from this dying world as possible."
"As you all know, about a year ago, an airborne bacteria escaped from a corporate lab, infecting every plant in the world. Every day, the corps simply overlook us." He takes on a more serious tone. "They hardly care about finding a cure. Why should they? With their money, they have a free ticket off this rock anyway. Any corporation that is looking for a cure is most likely doing it to turn a profit, anyway. And while all this is happening, the people continue to be abused by the ones who were meant to protect them,"
He pauses, looking around the room before continuing. "Ladies, gentlemen, this nation you stand in right now was founded upon the overthrowing of tyrants to secure the rights of the people. These corporations are no longer the law. Unless somebody somehow finds a cure, it is up to men and women like us to restore the people's freedom. We mainly do this by stealing from the corporations. One day we will use this money to fly people to Alpha Centauri A. We live with the burden of knowing we can't save everyone in this world. But it doesn't matter if we save two lives, or a thousand, or a million. What matters is that we try. And if that sentimental stuff means nothing to you, I can offer another incentive instead,"
Denzel reaches under the desk and pulls out an already opened briefcase filled with about 99,900 credits (about 15,000 USD or 14,000 Euros). "I know this may not be much to some of you, but to the rest of you, it might be more money than you've ever seen in your life." He closes the briefcase and sets it on the desk. It looks like there are about five complicated locks on it. "If this job still doesn't interest you, feel free to leave. However, you may not share anything you've seen or heard here today. Unfortunately, we have to enforce consequences on anyone who gives us away. Nothing too serious, but it's enough to make life really inconvenient for you. With that being said, I'll briefly talk about your first assignment. You've already met Wilson. Because he's been an agent for a while, I'll send him with you so he can show you the ropes." He then walks over to the map on the wall.
"As most of you know, Hyperion Industries is the leading energy producer in the western hemisphere. A day or two ago, they opened up a lab right here," he says as he points out a red thumb tack on the map, then looks back. "As a result, they've had very little time to set up a full guard unit there. We need to strike before they do. Because they're a research lab, they've most likely been transferred valuable tech that we can fence on the black market. In a few moments you'll head out into another room where Wilson will help you all come up with a strategy for infiltrating their lab. You will then share it with me for approval. Unfortunately, we only have a map of the lobby, so it may be difficult." He then walks back behind his desk. "Are there questions about anything I've said so far?"
I apologize in advance if I don't post on an RP for a while; I'm still sorting things out.
((I'm still here. However, Tetra is still in stasis as of now.))
Claire walked in as calmly as ever into the warehouse. Almost unexpectedly, the building itself was in poor condition, appearing to be practically abandoned and simply storing old wooden crates. Some of the windows were cracked, will others had been boarded up very carelessly with weathered wooden planks. However, it wasn't long before she noticed Wilson going off in front of a wall and seemingly just staring at a wall very intently. It took her half a second to see what he was really attempting to do. Making a bit of a pattern on the wall with his hand, a secret trapdoor opened directly next to him.
Sighing into her gas mask, she climbed down the ladder after a few others. They'd entered a short corridor, of which Claire's gas mask seemed to have been heard easier. She allowed the sound of it to echo out slightly in the short vicinity of her, getting a feeling of the area through hearing the bouncing noises. Just as they entered yet another grey room, this one actually filled with people working on computers, she'd walked past an armed guard almost completely covered with his equipment. None of the people here seemed to care. As Claire just passed by the man, she seemed to return him the stare, her eyes looking as uncaring as ever, and yet intimidating in her unshakable confidence.
After that, once Claire had very quickly taken note of the base's layout and the people around her, they went inside an office. It looked a bit organised, almost to the point of it easily replicating a real office. She watched as a man dressed in green camouflage attire, supposedly Scion, stood up and introduced himself as so. She listened attentively, with her arms crossed and standing at a corner of the room, yet not to the point of leaning on a wall. She found the organisation's goals interesting... she's yet to really find a group of people like this... well other than the Crimson and Shadows. But officially, those no longer exist. Most definitely suspicious, she decided to just listen for now. If this was legitimate, she'd most definitely assist them without any sort of monetary reward.
As he paused to see if anyone would leave due to lack of interest, Claire allowed her eyes to scan the room once more, before going on to listen to his briefing. Scion explained his plan and their target. Once he finished, the woman raised her hand up very collectedly, her eyes looking back at the map covered in thumbtacks, before going on to ask a question.
"I assume we have an understanding of Hyperion Industries' means of security? If so, I'd like to take a look at their level of security and the tech they've already installed.", she spoke in a composed manner, yet still as apathetic as ever, as she then patiently waited for her answer.
I stared at the money in wonderment. 99,000 credits? That was insane! That would change my life! I turned away from the group and whispered to my locket,"Mom, we might be moving soon. And I might be able to find a cure." Thankfully, nobody in the group heard. The worst possible way to make a first impression is to have everyone think you're insane.
((Please, can nobody hear Amy talking to her dead mom?))
-The Lovely and Magestic RainbowGirl
Whatever I just said, I didn't mean any offense. Unless we're fighting, in which case I probably did.
If I said something was a joke when it didn't seem like one, I'm making an excuse to avoid an argument I know is coming. Instead of telling me how not funny I am and how it didn't seem like a joke at all, just go along with it. Because flame wars suck and nobody wants to be a part of one.
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Jonas saw the money and marveled at it. With this money, he could buy expert technology that would save tons of more lives than his current loadout.
He was definitely in; after all, this organization was all that he wanted it to be.
Jonas was very nervous about the first mission though. If it went wrong, he could lose his reputation in the military.
((I'm still interested, but I wish it would progress faster.))
Adrien stood quietly in the corner throughout the meeting, looking rather bored as Scion introduced himself and explained the goal of his little organization. The idea of risking his life to save others didn't really sound appealing, until Scion placed the briefcase on his desk. Normally, that amount of Credits was almost pocket change to him. But after his bank account was frozen, Adrien couldn't help but stare at the briefcase.
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"Bit, how much money do I have...?"
"Zero Credits."
"Thought so."
Adrien looked somewhat saddened as the briefcase closed, wishing he would have gotten paid in advance. He patiently listened as Scion described their first assignment, waiting until he could ask questions to say anything.
"What does their network security look like? Can I hack it remotely, or do I need to be onsite? Will equipment be provided for this and future assignments? Is a bodycount of any concern?"
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((I think I have a potential solution for later in the story when some people can't respond within a reasonable timeframe (Like, preferably, 48 hours). Instead of just having the person's character being controlled by someone else or being an NPC or just simply left out of the picture, in character it could be seen as they are just not assigned to the latest COL mission, or off on a separate assignment. It seems logical that the COL wouldn't always send the exact same group of agents on the same assignments together, unless they were a single team/task force. (If that is the case, then the missing person can be "on loan" temporarily to another team to serve as backup.) That's also a way of dealing with newcomers to the RP who get accepted later on.))
((But this does leave two problems. First, what if they're capable of posting halfway through a mission? If that's the case, then in character they could be brought in as backup. They weren't originally assigned to the mission, but they've been reassigned to help the agents who were. They received a basic copy of the plan and mission details and were informed en route to the area of operations, and they regroup with everyone else or focus on a different task of the mission. For example, if I couldn't play as Adrien/Faith for a few days, while everyone else was halfway through infiltrating a skyscraper, but now for whatever I can get online to post, I could have Adrien breach the network from a computer at the COL warehouse and still participate and assist despite missing the initial portion of the RP.))
((That just leaves the second problem. What if someone becomes inactive halfway through a mission? Well, simply put, the only solution I can see is that they'd either have to be roleplayed by someone else/considered an NPC or they could be taken out of the picture temporarily by being non-lethally wounded.))
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Victor watched as new people walked into the fold. The sheer amount of people here was still surprising to him. This place didn't seem like the place to recruit random mercenaries. These people probably had the same, if not better training than he did. Victor could still think back to his encounters in the military. It was mostly just skirmishes, but full firefights were the worst. It was kneeling behind cover and watching as your friends were picked off one by one. He snapped back to reality when Wilson walked inside.
A few people entered, and Victor followed suit. The building didn't seem like anything out of the ordinary. It was dirty, grimy, and large. Exactly what you'd expect from a warehouse. Wilson walked over to a nearby wall. He searched for something, then suddenly, a trapdoor had opened. A ladder descended down to a dark corridor. He motioned the group to follow. Some people went down in did so. Victor was somewhat reluctant, but he had gone this far.
They were led into a room where a guard stood watch. He looked heavily armed and armored. Victor began to wonder about the rest of the guards in this compound. The group walked through another door into an office. A man sat at a desk. This was likely the man who sent everyone their messages. It would seem that there was originally supposed to be 20 people. Victor scoffed at the remark. That would make at least 5 fire teams. Of this caliber and skill, extremely dangerous and efficient.
Scion went on to explain his groups intentions. Apparently, they had planned on bringing people off-planet onto a safer planet. To do so, they would need to steal from the mega-corporations. Naturally, Victor was somewhat reluctant to tangle with the mega-corporations. They had nigh-infinite power over the people and likely, surveillance everywhere. Victor wondered if this was an elaborate trap, but he blurred it out of focus when he saw the credits. That was a lot of money. It could keep him happy for a long time. Not to mention this plan for off-world transport. Victor nodded with a smirk.
This just might work.
Denzel began to talk about Hyperion Industries, an energy provider. Victor could remember when he was sent in to fix a few things there. It was mostly easy, but then again, he dealt with basic machinery, not heavy-duty power generators. It would seem that the group was supposed to strike at the place before some more guards came in. Victor nodded, and would follow Wilson to the next room for planning.
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((Sorry I haven't posted.))
Wilson thought the meeting was going well so far. Nobody left, at least not yet, so that was good. The credits seemed to be the most attention grabbing thing in the meeting so far. He wasn't surprised. Meanwhile, Denzel answered the questions the group had. "We've infiltrated various Hyperion buildings in the past," he replied to Claire. He then pulled a yellow folder out of his desk and placed it on top. "This folder contains various documents detailing what we've come up against so far. They mainly use standard corporate security, but like all corporations we sometimes come across defenses that are more... unique. Lasers, electricity, water, et cetera." He then turned to answer Adrien's questions. "We're dealing with standard corporate network security. Most devices guarded by it will have to be hacked on site, though there are probably a few off-site targets. Equipment will be provided depending on the mission. You can always take a handgun or two from one of our storerooms if you need one. Lastly, do what you need to in order to keep everyone safe, but don't kill unless you must. An entire building of dead guards will attract a lot of attention."
((Good idea. Noted.))
((It's okay. Sorry to see you go.))
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((It's a bit sad to see ya go Mafia, but hopefully I'll continue to see you elsewhere. As for Iris, does anyone want to take over for her? If no one objects, I'd be happy to take a spin at it. It could even be a collaborative effort if needed. I could use an answer to this relatively quickly, as I wouldn't want both Tetra and Iris to be stuck in stasis for too long.))
Claire quietly watched as most of the people in the room reacted to the sight of the enormous amount of money in a way which she had expected. It was certainly true that a human could very easily reveal true emotions simply through subconscious body movements. She'd studied the main basis of it during the time she learned how to perfect keeping her true emotions locked up inside her. Some of the mercenaries here suddenly got a bit more interested in the subject. Some subconsciously leaned their bodies in to marvel at the credits, while others looked curious as to when they'd begin the job. She even noticed a young female adult whispering into something. Claire wasn't exactly sure what the girl was doing, but she was capable of hearing everything said and happening inside, and even to an extent outside, of the room perfectly with her enhanced senses. From what she'd heard, Claire had discreetly came to a conclusion that the girl must've had some sort of tough life, most definitely one without a mother, if not one who had died in some sort an accident. A quick note was taken regarding this, and then pushed back into her brain for future reference.
She was able to tell all of this through her quick thinking, while giving away practically nothing at all. Claire remained a closed box, not a single person capable of even guessing as to what was really going on in her brain. Her body gave away nothing, the same went with her eyes and the tone of her voice. Everyone in this room was a stranger; and potentially even skilled murderers, if she was to assume that some of them were very skilled in different professions. As such, it might be best to remain cautious for now.
Either ways, no one left the room and a brunette had even stepped up to ask a few questions about their digital security. Claire guessed the credits got everyone's attention. She on the other hand, didn't even give it more of a glance than she gave the other objects in the room. It's funny how people think that greed can help solve humanity's predicament, when it was the very thing that got us in this hellhole of a situation in the first place. She sighed slightly to herself, but got back to what was happening. Scion answered her and the other man's questions, with Claire nodding slightly to show that she acknowledged it.
"If we have any views of the building from the outside, and even schematics of those places your group has once infiltrated, it'd be good if I could take a look at them later to get an idea of how Hyperion buildings usually work.", and with that apathetically made comment, she remained silent once again, at this point really just waiting for Wilson to bring them to some sort of room to discuss this further.