Futuristic The Underground

[Amoniel]

In a world so technologically advanced that it is no longer practical to use technology to fight against others, a rebellious group has emerged.


Calling themselves the Underground, this group of an unknown size has been stirring up trouble all around the world, seeming only to use what they were born with - their hands and feet - ; for no electronic signals have been traced around areas they have assaulted. One witness proclaims to have seen an Underground member shortly after an electricity generator exploded, and describes the member as 'a flying shadowy figure, jumping from rooftop to rooftop like a cat'.

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Only special individuals are offered a place in the Underground; and these people are not necessarily geniuses, not necessarily trained weapons fighters, not necessarily those with a rebellious nature... but instead, those who are independent thinkers.

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For the problem that civilization now faces is a Government who wants to standardize the population of the whole world's thinking with an obsession to make everything 'perfect'. With the world's population doing whatever the Government says blindly, thinking that it is for their benefit, they grow more single-minded everyday that passes.


The Underground is focused on countering this obsession, with the motto that not one human can be perfect; believing firmly that to make humans perfect is to kill all diversity in the world, which the Government has effectively started to do, and the humans of earth seem to accept it. Already, all travel between countries has been banned, and speaking languages other than English can result in serious penalty. In addition, all governments have been merged into one world-wide Government that controls all aspects of human life.


The Underground seek the individuals who have the courage to see through their own eyes, not the ones the Government wants them to, and these are the ones who are invited to join the rebellion.




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Training in secret underground locations, Underground members are hammered into agile fighting machines by the Government's multitude of ex-police, each choosing for themselves an alias that they will go by while working or associating with the Underground.


Agility is the group's most valued physical trait, speed being the second from the top; as the two combined make for a recruit who can both avoid detection and quickly get from place to place. In a fashion, the Underground strives to create and train a 'modern day ninja', which somehow seems fitting; because, after all, what goes around comes back around...


Fighting for the freedom of thought, the Underground stands for everything the world doesn't think it has lost.


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And so, only one question remains to be asked.


Will you join the rebellion?

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City of California, where the Underground's training program is based.

The Underground's training facility.

The Underground's headquarters.

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1. Standard RPN rules apply.


2. All OCC chat should be either on the OCC thread, or in the little comments beneath posts.


3. Each person is allowed a maximum of two characters.


4. Please ask somebody before killing their character.


5. Romance and stuffs is allowed, but please fade to black.


6. Please keep in mind that in order to keep the roleplay going, I will have to intervene once in awhile to put something spontaneous in, so be prepared for it!


7. Try to be as active as possible, especially during fight episodes. It is hard to have a fight run (which can be the most exciting part, yes?) with users bobbing in and out. Character 'frozen' time would probably be long enough to get them killed, so let us try not to exaggerate the effect (if you plan to be an active member, please put 'my character/character name doesn't plan to die' in your post).


8. I'm probably going to keep character accepting open for the entire roleplay, unless this gets a really large amount of people joining, so if you want to hop in at any point after the beginning, please feel welcome! The Underground is always looking for new recruits, so it will be easy to incorporate your character(s) in.


9. Have fun. Or else.

9 1/2. This is the first roleplay that I've started, so please bear with me.

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[Amoniel]

Amoniel updated The Underground with a new update entry:


Start Time!

The roleplay will start once I get home from summer camp today and have enough time to make an introduction post - which will be at around 7am GMT/UTC time (timezone stuff is weird).
I'm very exited to roleplay with ya'll!


Also - it should be noted that the roleplay will be accepting new members a good long time after it starts. :3

Read the rest of this update entry... 

Members of the Underground


Caspar 'Sir' - Leader - Keyface


Vennet 'V' - Deputy - Hell0NHighWater


Lauren 'Madame' - Trainer - AmericanEagle


Jackie 'Flamboyant' - Regular Member - Keyface


Enna 'Frost' - Regular Member - Unintended


Fredrick 'The Pyro' - Regular Member - SirDerpingtonIV


Jason 'Fisher' - Regular Member - Jason Carlie


Aurora 'Ravyn' - New Recruit - RavenReigns11258


Members of the Government Force


Cybergist - Leader - Nthiho12


Alter Andros Agent - 1 'Timeout' - Deputy - Elegy


Edwards 'Firehawk Zero' - Strategist - ZeronicX


Thomas 'Doc' - Fighter - DrCompton

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The Underground


The metallic mask that covered Caspar’s face showed no emotion, but under the mask his eyebrows were furrowed, darkly colored eyes narrowed as he considered the Underground’s next attack. They had been silent for a while now, focusing on training new recruits – but he knew that it was time to start the ball rolling once more, before they were forgotten, and before the Government started to scare too badly. He had received word, he had a network of informants that he referred to fondly as his ‘sewage rats’, that the organization had fired their Police Chief.


That meant three things; the first being that Caspar could now relax and not worry about the sly man called Hunter and his constant attempts to catch Underground members, the second that Caspar would have to start worrying about the replacement, and finally… that the Government was getting jumpy. Jumpy could mean that they were letting their guard down, or jumpy could mean that they were raising it higher, and that the Underground’s life was about to become a whole lot harder. His eyes flickering towards the map that he had of the city laid out in front of him on a desk – he would use holographic projections, but that might give away the position of the Undergroud’s headquarters with electronic signals – he pinpointed an area that he wanted to attack.


Already, he was assessing what members he would want to take. Rising from his chair, he ventured outside into the Underground’s training facility. It wasn’t anything high-tech; but then, it didn’t have to be. It was a worthy opponent for any trainee, and it offered to teach the skills that the Underground thrived to build. Leaping from a standing start onto a large beam, Caspar proceeded to lunge from beam to beam across the training hall, never with the fear of falling. Moving like a cat with astounding agility, his keen eyes scanned the Underground members from above. Many were already used to the sight of him jumping around surveying them – and he used the time to solidify the decisions that he had already made in the office. He was in the middle of the training ground now, and he perched atop a pillar that reached up towards the ceiling of the below-ground facility but failed to touch the roof, as the Underground had cut it down so that they could use it as a training obstacle.


“V, Madame, Flamboyant, Frost, Pyro and Fisher” He yelled out, his deep voice echoing through the hall. It would be obvious that he was requesting their presence, and equally as obvious that he expected them to climb up to his level atop the pillar – as the Underground trainers had constructed a series of high platforms around the tall column. The various training obstacles were scattered around him, at varying heights and distances away, but he would be able to address all of his selected members clearly up there, and without others being able to hear.


Scanning the grounds, waiting for the people to whom the names he had called to assemble, his eyes rested on a new recruit working close to the pillar he was crouched on top of. “I want Ravyn as well.” His cry this time was not so loud, addressed only to the recruit directly below him. He supposed that it would be good experience to go on a raid that wasn’t going to be that difficult, accompanied by seasoned Underground members. Besides, the girl had proved to be a possibly valuable asset, and he wanted to test her. This was Caspar’s version of an interview.


Government Police Headquarters


Maria Jones, more commonly referred to as 'The Spider', was the head of the Government's Police Force. Or at least, she was now. The previous head had recently been fired, and Spider had been offered the job. Now, the woman was about to face the issue that the previous head had been fired (and possibly killed) for.


The Underground.


His mind had been on overdrive, trying to work out how he would combat the rebellious group and put a stop to them - as nothing anybody seemed to do produced any results, and all attempts to catch a member had failed - but he finally thought that he had put together a solution. Pressing a small button in the earpiece that adorned her ear, covered with platinum blonde hair that tumbled down to her shoulders, the grey-eyed woman spoke into the small speaker that sprouted out of the small device. "I want agents Cybergist, Timeout, Firehawk Zero and Doc in my office. Now." She said flatly, and in response the small speaker retreated into the earpiece.


Undoubtedly, her message would be passed on quickly and efficiently to her selected agents, conveyed by earpieces that they, in turn, would have tucked under their hair. As if to assure her that her message had been received, Spider received a playback of the message sent to the individuals she had picked; a playback that she hadn’t used to receive as Deputy in Chief.


“Spider is requesting your presence in her office.”


The Government had many agents, and Spider had gone through all the lists, and selected the four that she wanted. It would be a push to pry the robot Timeout out of the Government's hand, but Spider wanted an effective team, and those four were going to help her keep her newly appointed position. She had a few other agents in mind, but she had discarded their papers, knowing that it would be best to smart small and work her way up. Already she was requesting top-notch agents that the Government would probably like to keep, and she would not be able to request more without sacrificing the ones she had already chosen.


Thinking about the mission briefing that was in order; long pale fingers rearranged the agent files so that they descended in order of rank. She had picked the individuals carefully, and assigning ranks had been an equally painstaking process. They would have to work well together, as a collaborative unit, if they wanted to achieve anything in the venture she had in mind for them. And if they wanted to stay alive, of course. The Underground was an astoundingly effective group, even though they could not possibly have many people working under them. Looking up at the silver door to her spacious office overlooking the city below, Spider wondered when her selected agents would come in. They were due in soon.

 

[DrCompton]

Thomas was stocking his Aid Bag when the message pinged in his ear. He left the medical room and put his bag back into his locker with his armor and weapon, and shut it. He hummed quietly to himself as he walked through the headquarters. He smiled politely with a nod to the people his passed with a quick, "Hello" to them. Most people ignored him, but he did not let that get him down. He saw Spider's office and walked toward a water cooler and grabbed a cup and stood there.


"I hope Im not the only one she called for, I hate being alone with her." He kept that thought to himself and sipped from his cup and tossed it into the trash. Doc reached into his pocket and cleared his throat, pulled out a stick of gum and stuck it into his mouth before walking into the office.


"Hello, Ma'am." He looked around the room and stood across from her, "You requested me?"

 

[SirDerpingtonIV]

Fredrick was cooling off after an intense hour long training session. He gulped down the cup of water he was holding, sighing in relaxation. "That felt good," he muttered to himself, before hearing Caspar's call from high above. “V, Madame, Flamboyant, Frost, Pyro and Fisher” Fredrick was slightly surprised to hear his own call sign, as he was often considered too hotheaded and violent to become a part of most of the shadowy operations the Underground preformed. Although there hadn't been many of them recently, as the Government was being rather jumpy. He sighed, looking up at all the ledges and platforms and crap he'd have to climb to get to Caspar. At least he wasn't wearing his Fire-Suit, the last time he tried that he almost killed himself. Fredrick approached the lowest platform at a run, before leaping into the air and landing on the platform with a roll.


He leaped to his feet, running towards the next platform. He dived off the ledge landing on the next platform. He pulled himself to his feet, looking up at the next one. The next one was much farther up, too high for jumping. Instead, several ropes were hanging, which trainees would have to climb to the top of each one, before jumping to the next and continuing the climb. He attempted to not look down at this part, as he was already high, and the ropes are just sketchy in general. He started for the first rope, jumping to it. He felt himself slide down the rough rope a bit, before he steadied himself and began his ascent.


He pulled himself up onto the platform from the last of the ropes, and sighed in relief. From here, the only thing left to reach Caspar was a bunch of hexagonal platforms connected to the wall. Trainees would have to leap from one to another, until they reached the top. Fredrick jumped for the first one, landing it on one foot, and pushing off to the next one with the other. The hexagonal platforms weren't particularly far away from each other, allowing Patrick to scale this section of the "Obstacle course" with ease. Soon, he had arrived at the top, sweating only a little. "You called?" he asked, approaching Caspar. Patrick was trying to be as behaved as he could, as he didn't want to screw up his chance to be part of the raid.

 

[AviouslyPTX]

Ravyn was in the middle of her training session when she heard her name. She stopped dead in her tracked and looked up at the source. She took a deep breath to relax looked over each obstacle course she would have to overcome to get to the top. She nodded, more to herself than anyone, and took a running jump onto the first platform, landing on her feet with ease. She leaped to the next platform and then the next, each getting harder to stay on her feet. She landed on the last one with a roll and hopped up to her feet. After sizing up the ropes, Ravyn leaped over, latching onto one, and pulled the closest one to her. Once she gripped that one tightly, she scaled them with ease and jumped over one the platform. She looked at the final obstacle and hopped over, landing on the hexagonal platform with her left foot, and she quickly pushed off, landing on the next with her right. She continued this until she made it to the top. She stood there next to Fredrick in silence with her hands behind her back.

 

[Nthtiho12]

Cybergeist was standing inside of the shooting range with many onlookers behind or to the side of him. He had his usual arsenal of weapons at his disposal, but would rather train with his most deadly of three. The sniper. It was his usual choice in missions as he could easily pick off several miscreants in a matter of seconds with no chance of being caught with state of the art suppressors, which could barley be heard from a few feet away! Currently, inside of his hands would be .70 cal which could easily pierce through solid steel and kill an elephant in one shot. Trust me, Cyber has already done that task.


Cybergeist also had several tricks up his sleeve due to the top notch armor, which could protect him from the most devastating attacks and his head piece could process information surrounding him as fast as a super computer! Again, it was bad news for anyone going up against this lethal foe. The shooting range dummies had already been torn into shreds from Cybergeist and most of the props protecting said dummies were shredded into pieces with them. Most of the onlookers were surprised from his pin point accuracy with all of them with head shots and a few with missing their crotches for comedic affect.


He was about to shoot another poor dummy before a message entered his head piece and his vision was suddenly covered with the message that required him to be in front of Spider. Cybergeist quickly holstered his rather large weapon and shoved his way through the crowd. When walking through the halls, he had either got looks of fear or astonishment. Cyber accepted both reactions as it showed his impeccable record.


A minute or two of walking briskly, he managed to achieve his destination and was right in front of Spider's office. He readied himself to be briefed on the mission as it would only make sense on why he was called over towards this executive office. Cybergeist quietly entered the room and stood near an unknown operative, but this person would most likely be tied inside of the mission. He better be good at following orders, because he expects their complete loyalty and perfect efficacy. He stood silently inside of the room, awaiting official instructions for this mission.

 

[ZeronicX]

Edward's head went straight up after hearing his name, or his code name he choose. He took off his concentration glasses and set them down on his desk, rubbing his temple and eyes. Today's workload was more stressful than usual.


He put on his suit jacket and began to walk to The Spider's office, Edward liked the old boss better, he was more malleable to his interest. never looking at a unfinished project and was more than happy to help Edward in his ventures. Of course a accident happened and now Edward is stuck with a new boss.


Exiting the Logistics Department building Edward began to think about this meeting. Why would she call upon him? He was only only a assistant. The Chief Officer of Logistics had a relatively light workload due to Edward's abilities, he could easily take on more work. Maybe she found something. maybe she heard about Edward's genetic modifications, or something worse.


Paranoia slipped into his mind and made the normal 2 minute walk feel like the a eternity.


Edward opened the doors to the main government building was and felt the cool air conditioned wind blow upon him. seemingly washing away his worrisome attitude for a while. allowing him to completely focus on the building.


He saw a few friends from when he was a cyber security officer. sometimes he wished he didn't take the job offer in the Logistics department but being a cyber security personnel doesn't exactly pay for a high rise apartment. saying 'Hi's to a few old friends was a refreshing pace than the usual isolated office he had in Logistics.


He entered The Spider's office and found two other members. waiting for him or with him was unknown. he took a seat at the seat in front of the desk

 

[Jason Carlile]

Fisher heard Sir call him, and he answered. He did the practice course with ease, leaping from platform to platform. Too easy, give me a challenge. He thought as he climbed onto the final platform. Not even a sweat. Jason didn't mind climbing. He was bored if anything. The Underground has been quiet lately, and he was getting anxious, wondering if Sir was getting passive. He smirked at the idea and stayed in the shadows. Jason never was one for being in the center of attention. He stayed in the back of the pack, arms crossed and hair covering his face.


"You rang?" He said with a quiet grit. He expected something good to happen today. Or he would be disappointed in this man. There was Pyro and the new girl Ravyn looking at the leader. Just like pets. He chuckled and stretched. "So tell me, what are we here for?" He said with a quiet but resonating voice. He didn't have much to say but when he wanted to say something, he would make sure everyone heard it. He looked at Sir's mask knowing that he isn't afraid of him. Jason wants to do whats right, even if it means defying this man.


He looked at Ravyn, she was young. Maybe she was one of the new recruits. Jason didn't know. He doesn't get out much around the base. He did hear of a new recruit, maybe this is her. "So Pyro, that your new friend?" He said, and smirked in the shadows. If he is her trainer then she may as well be dead.





"Don't burn her alive." He said quietly and looked around, waiting for the others to show.

 

[SirDerpingtonIV]

Fredrick heard Fisher's snarky comments, and growled some inaudible words under his breath. It was no secret Pyro didn't like anyone much, but Fisher? Pyro hated Fisher with a burning passion. (You see what I did there? Burning?) Fisher annoyed him beyond reason with his "High and mighty" attitude, and the way Fisher mocked him. Maybe he knew about his past and was trying to set him off? Fredrick remembered that Fisher's name was called too, which meant he'd be on the mission with them. Fredrick mentally groaned, as spending a whole mission watching Fisher show off would be extremely irritating.


Fredrick glanced at the girl next to him, a new trainee probably. He presumed she was Ravyn, as he knew or vaguely recognized all the other names called. He hadn't seen her before, but then again, Fredrick didn't pay much attention to other people. He hoped she was good, as raids were usually extremely risky operations. Although she seemed pretty competent handling the obstacle course on the way up, he didn't want some rookie's blunder getting them all killed, or worse, locked up in some dark hole like Madame was.


Fredrick stood their silently, waiting for the others to arrive.

 

[DrCompton]

As Cyber walked in, Thomas looked over.


"What in the hell is that thing" He looked Cybergeist over and frowned a little, "Maybe I had been better off alone with Spider." After a few minutes, Edward walked in. Thomas looked the man over.


"A Suit? He doesn't exactly scream field agent unlike Mr.Roboto over here.." Thomas looked back and forth between the two, then at Spider, then back at them. He scratched behind his ear and crossed his arms. "What in the world could she have called us in for? I fix humans not robots, and I doubt The Suit is going to go on a field mission. This whole thing seems kind of silly... Man Im kind of hungry.. I hope my stomach doesn't growl, it would probably cause Mr.Roboto to go crazy and destroy me with that huge gun... Jesus, that thing is bigger than my gun." Thomas was soon just staring at Cyber, lost in thought.

 

[AviouslyPTX]

Ravyn sighed inwardly at the stranger's irascible comment. She tensed up, not enough to be noticed, but relaxed soon enough. She knew she had already gained their attention simply because of the fact that she was new. The pressure was on her not to screw up and get them all killed, but that didn't phase her one bit. She was prepared to prove herself, but she knew it wouldn't be easy. She planned on working her way to the top, and wasn't gonna be treated like she didn't belong there. If she didn't, why would she be there? She'd still be pretending to be a government pet.


From her peripheral vision, Ravyn noticed the one he called Pyro looking at her. She hated being the center of attention anywhere, and here was no different. Clenching her jaw, she kept her eyes straight ahead of her, not bothering to look up, down, or to either side. She mentally argued with herself about whether or not to say something back to the owner of the cynical remark, but unfortunately, she couldn't help but say something. "I don't need some self-absorbed jackass to look out for me. I can take care of myself so back the f*** off," she said calmly and remained unmoving. After that, she stood silently with her feet shoulder width apart and her hands staying behind her back as she stared ahead of her.

 

[SirDerpingtonIV]

Fredrick heard Ravyn's remark, and smirked, turning his gaze away, and back to Sir. This girl seemed to be tougher than the average trainee, and Fredrick could clearly tell he didn't want to make her angry. Not many people would speak that way to another Underground member in front of Sir, and Fredrick realized that took some gut.


He was also impressed by how well she had described Fisher. "Self-absorbed jackass", fit the Fisher Fredrick knew pretty well. He hoped she was as good at fighting the Government as she was at insulting people. If she was, she would make a good addition to the Underground. Fredrick's mind proceeded to get off-track as it does every once in a while, and Fredrick wondered if he could beat Sir in a staring contest. He wondered if Sir even had eyes underneath his stone-cold mask.

 

[Unintended]

As the resonating voice above her called for her name, Enna quietly thanked herself for deciding to blowdry her hair, and not leave it wet. It would be slightly embarrassing to show up with stringy, dripping hair. Why would we be called? She asked herself, jumping onto the first platform with ease. She leaped from one to another, her landings barely making a sound. It was a skill she had perfected. Soon she had made it to the top, only barely braking a sweat. She'd performed on the course far to many times to get tired from it. She stood up on the pillar she had claimed to be hers, just in time to hear the short-lived conversation between Fisher and...Ravyn? Why was she here?


"What am I needed for?" Some bothered to be polite when speaking to him, but Enna didn't bother with her manners. She was almost sure he could care less about how they spoke, and more about the job at hand. She wasn't polite, but she didn't try to be rude either. Her words were usually just....cold. She looked around, and saw the Pyro was there too, along with those who had been arguing. This would make for an interesting raid, with two who already didn't like each other and one with a trigger-happy flamethrower.

 

[Nthtiho12]

Cybergesit was currently awaiting official instructions from Spider, but he did hear someone else coming from the entrance of this office. He slowly turned his head towards the side and noticed the rather official looking operative, his mind processes this information and assumed he would be less of a fighter and more of a thinker. The suit might be some sort of planner or something like that and Cybergesit will be the one leading the plan. That was his assumption, but it was probably correct anyway.


Cyber quickly looked away from the suit as the process of thinking only took a couple of seconds, but in the corner of his eye, he had seen the other operative staring at him with a blank face. He quickly jabbed his elbow at his arm and whispered towards the hurt operative. "Look at your superior officer. Not at me." Cyber's voice sounded like it was being broadcasted from a radio, but what do you expect from him?

 

[Jason Carlile]

Fisher chuckled. He didn't hate Pyro, just thought he was crazy. Not his style. Fisher stepped out of the shadows. He was surprised by the recruit, actually telling him to f*ck off. Impressive.





"Look, I'm trying to help you out. But if you don't want it, I can easily leave you behind in a raid if you want. Cause now you told me to f*ck off. I have no time for kids who take everything the wrong way. Listen to me, I can be a great ally. If you don't piss me off." He said with a resonating voice and stepped back into the shadows. Saying what needed to say. He didn't consider himself rude, just cold and straight to the point. Its not his fault no one can take the truth. Lets hope this girl can take it.





He stood there, eagerly waiting a response. If anything this is a test for her. He wasn't trying to intimidate her. Fisher would give his life for his team, his comrades if he must. But he must show them that the Government gives two shits about them. Ravyn must learn to watch her words, especially in an enemy environment. Maybe she didn't like the way he talked, but its sometimes the best way to learn.

 

[Amoniel]

Lamb's brown eyes slowly rose to the top of the high pillar where Sir was crouched. She had heard her name, and she knew the fate that awaited her. The girl hated heights, was afraid of them, and the thought of having to climb all the way up set her feeling ill. But shit had to get done sooner or later. Adjusting her mask, the dark-haired girl proceeded to take a path to the top different to the recruits that she had seen so far - as there were many paths leading upwards - electing to grab onto the long rope dangling from the ceiling and simply pull herself all of the way up. It was a long way, and before the end her hands were chafed raw, but Lamb paid that no attention. Seeing the platform she aimed to inhabit, Lamb realized that she was going to have to jump. Sighing, she started swinging the rope, desperately hoping that she wasn't going to fall off, before making a leap of faith and letting go. She landed squarely on the platform, with a surprisingly steady landing.


Caspar crouched in silence, frostily ignoring the snide comments the people around him were making. He noted with interest, and slight concern, that Pyro and Fisher seemed to not get along... particularly well, and that the new recruit had some flare to her. He had hoped as much. Watching his team assemble, a small smirk rose to his face - not that you could see it, behind his mask. This was going to be one fascinating venture; and this team was anything but the safe choice to make. Figuring that most of them were assembled, only V and Madame were missing, and he could brief them on the way, he shifted slightly before he started speaking. "My apologies, I'm going to have to cut your conversation short." He said dryly, the mask turning in the direction of first Fisher, then Ravyn before rising to his feet.


"To get to the point, we are going to raid. You lot don't need to get along, but try to look after each other for the next few hours. As you can tell, I've chosen to assemble not the most... cooperative of teams, but I'm thinking that this will be an interesting team nonetheless, and I don't need anybody dying on me during this mission." The grey metallic mask miraculously did not muffle any of his words. "The briefing will officially commence at my office." He said after a second, having called them up the training ground only to test them. With that, Caspar proceeded to retreat back the way he had come - leaping from beam to beam. He stopped two beams away, crouching vertically and looking back at his chosen team, clearly sending the message 'follow me', before leaping off. Reaching his office, he dropped to the ground with a steady landing, his cape buffeting out behind him. Walking inside, he took a seat behind the map.

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Timeout hadn't arrived yet. Spider considered the option of leaving the three present agents hanging, but when Cybergist spoke - she couldn't make out the words, but she did hear him - she knew that she couldn't just leave them standing. "You do not talk unless addressed." She stated coldly and suddenly, coming out of the still trance that she had resided in when the agents were arriving. "We await an agents. Until they arrive, the mission briefing cannot officially commence. However, I would like for you all to tell me - as much as you can - what you know about the rebellious operation known as the Underground." She said, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms, looking over the three agents present thus far. Cybergist looked like he had been in the middle of raiding the armory when her summons came, Firehawk like he seemed to usually look, and Doc just looked a bit overwhelmed. But they all were at first, so she could cut him some slack.

 

[DrCompton]

Thomas Stepped back from the jab. "What the hell Mr.Roboto? We're on the same team." He frowned at Cyber, "Friggin Robots can't tell friend from foe and I gotta go into battle with them." He stepped away from Cyber, "What are you anyways? Pure Robot, no real thought process?" He looked Cyber over, "maybe the underground was right about some technology..."

 

[ZeronicX]

Edward didn't hear the small jabber between the two other agents and instead focused on his watch. A skeleton watch. All the gears moved in symbiosis with eachother.


Without looking the director in the eye Edward spoke


"The Underground is a rebellious sect of people who wish to change our collective reasoning to their own for wishes " Edward responded. He started thinking about The Underground. This of course wasn't his true opinion. He saw that they had a few good points but saying that to anyone in a position of power would be suicide for him

 

[SirDerpingtonIV]

Fredrick inwardly sighed, Here we go again with all the jumping and climbing. Sir has some wierd obsession with jumping and climbing. He leapt to the first beam, using the same strategy he used on the hexagonal platforms, landing on one foot, pushing off with the other. He then jumped from the first beam to the second beam, and so on, before he leapt off the final beam, landing in Sir's office with a roll. He got to his feet, turning his eyes to Sir and waiting for the others. He sat down in a chair close to the back, and folded his arms, waiting for the briefing on their raid. He had always enjoyed raids, his favorite kind of mission. Blowing up key equipment and killing Government agents, two things Fredrick enjoyed very much. So of course, he was rather excited for another raid. He sat there, avidly awaiting Sir's description of the mission to come.

 

[DrCompton]

Thomas looked at Edward, "Suits got some brains !" Thomas looked back at Spider, "I heard that they're technophobes, which after meeting this bucket of bolts, I can see why." He jerked his thumb toward Cyber. "I'm not a fan of Automatons, had a bad experience once with one of those dancing rodents at Chuck E. Cheese."

 

[Unintended]

Ugh. Beams. Enna leaped from her pillar and landed with both feet, quickly grabbing the first beam with her hands to ensure her balance. She was now in an awkward crouching position, and stood up slowly before jumping to the next one, assuming the same position. She did this from beam to beam, taking her time and not paying the slightest bit of attention to any eyes that might be watching her. Finally, she landed in Sir's office, and stood back to a short full height of 5'1. "So, we're finally coming out of hiding. About time." She said, standing beside Pyro. She was just glad she had been picked for the mission. There were plenty other worthy members, and he had chosen her; along with others, of course. It was a proud moment for her.

 

[Jason Carlile]

Fisher not affected by the mask nodded. Fine by me, I'm ready to go. Sir motioned them to follow and he did. He didn't mind jumping, this was a warm-up. Child's play.


He leaned in the back of the room in the dark. Watching everyone else come in. He was excited, he was quiet, maybe Pyro didn't like him because he didn't kill much. He sighed quietly and looked around waiting for the man to speak.

 

[AviouslyPTX]

Ravyn took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She watched Sir jump from beam to beam, inspecting his every move and memorizing them. She watched the others starting to leave and finally decided to make her way to his office. She started leaping and jumping, copying his every move, and soon enough, she got in his office. Landing nearly silently on her feet, she stood up straight and walked over to a nearby wall. She didn't feel like sitting at the moment, so she stood, leaning against the wall as she waited for everyone else.

 

[Elegy]

Andy sat in a dark room filled with technology. There were countless structures of technical intricacy and the entire room was faintly lit by their ghostly glows. This was Andy's home, a cargo hold for new and old technology. Andy spent his time locked up here in power saving mode, where his A.I. was turned off and all unnecessary combat add ons were disabled. It left Andy with a completely human view of his environment, and Andy liked the thought of viewing his environment as a human being would. Andy was a secret being concealed from the public eye. Only the top brass knew of Andy's existence, with the few exceptions to this rule being the elite strike force members that Andy was sometimes paired with to accomplish missions. More often than not, however, Andy was sent on solo missions to keep his identity as concealed as possible, and Andy's vast repertoire of killing tools and efficiency ensured that there were no witnesses left to tell of Andy.


This was Andy's sorrowful existence. A monotonous existence of constant killing.


Andy was jarred from his thoughtless meditation by the buzzing of his A.I. being forcibly turned on. Someone was attempting to contact him, and anybody that had enough authority to contact Andy was top brass material.


The man's profile popped up in Andy's vision. The face was blacked out by a spider silhouette and all information regarding the man was blacked out. Spider. Top brass indeed.


Andy mentally accepted the call.


"New assignment. Come to my office now."


The call ended.


Andy automatically stood up, and trudged out of the room and walked with mechanical precision towards Spider's office to retrieve his new assignment.

​

 

[ZeronicX]

Edward thought over what he assume was Doc said. Technophobe? No they couldn't be. Their agility alone would require the use of several pneumatic pumps to push them up. Unless it was pure skill.


This triggered his intrest in The Underground. He has heard of them. Studied every avaliable piece of information avaliable over and over, forward and back. Everyone in the government did. The last act of defiance was well over a decade ago. Maybe two or three, school didn't talk much on the subject and it didn't intrest him enough to look into it.


Edward didn't know how many people were in The Underground. The few videos salvaged showed dark rooms. And occasionally a dark figure running around if they were lucky. Nor the capabilities, one instance that was isolated doesn't exactly show everything they're are capable of. Amongst other things.


They must have a weakness, everyone does, they will falter at the sight of blood, they haven't fought anyone or anything. Unlike 90% of the Police Department.


Edward started down back at his skeleton watch. The gold top gears working together with the silver bottom gears, both could not work without the other. Each relies on the other to further their existance or suffer desolation and destruction.