[u]"A Trembling Downfall"[/u] [u]Location: Golden City, Terra[/u] [u]Perspective: Unnamed Shadow Trooper[/u] [spoiler]The main character here is still Darth Solus, but I want to see a first person perspective of some one around him to see if y'all like it :)[/spoiler] [b]An Galactic Imperial Troop transport "rolls" in through the worn out roads, used by a once thriving civilization. It opened it's gates I suppose you can call them as we been let out, Darth Solus accompanied us. Our rather sleek, jet black armor didn't really make things obvious, that might be an advantage to Shadow Troopers, heck it's in our name.[/b] "What's the mission, my lord?" [b]With out him even laying an eye on, he gives his response.[/b] "[i]It's an command and conquer, as they say. We will lead an assault in a short times notice, is that clear?[/i]" [b]His booming voice, sort of... frightened me a bit, like it honestly did harm to my mind.[/b] "Y-yes sir." " [i]Favorable...[/i]" [b]He then gazed at me, at my soul. The intensity ran through my veins, I could help but shiver a bit.[/b] [b]We where equipped with E-11 BlasTech rifles, the standard Imperial rifle. It was six of us, including Solus. We moved down the roads, seeing ruined cars, ravaged buildings, even decaying corpses...[/b] "Hey, how do they even call this place "Golden"?" "Hell if I know, I mean everything is run down." "Yep... practically." [b]Solus' cloak near tugged to ground but it off level just about right, so that it didn't.[/b] " [i]The Knights of Ren, I pity them greatly. They worship one who didn't understand the concept of heartless, he spared the Leader of the Rebel Alliance, Luke Skywalker because he was Vader's son. Pathetic. [/i]" "But sir, he contributed greatly to the-" " [i]Silence, you fool.[/i]" [b]I've shut up, I'd rather remain quiet than being dead on the spot. We kept acting accordingly. [/b] [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]

[b][u]Oddities | Sector 1, The Golden City[/u][/b] [i]Authorities are called o investigate a peculiar murder. The crime scene contains a body with several unique lacerations, a pool of sticky material and a half eaten deep dish pepperoni pizza...[/i]

[b][u]Honor Bound[/u][/b] Terra Orbit https://youtu.be/u_VsvZmIWxY There are many complex questions in the universe. The meaning of life, the purpose of technology, the origins of life. But more complex is what do you give the Soilder with basically everything. The first thought was a forge world. The undisputed manufacturing power of the Imperium to arm the masses. But they didn't go by the way of the Omnisiah. Such a gift would be lack luster to all but the adepts of mars. Perhaps a mining world. An entire planet of resources to fill their coffers and forges. But do they want to give them their own world to govern. After guarding the city that would seem the last thing they want. Several advisors contemplated something more, practical, until the Adaptus Ministorum decided for them. 2 Omolon style carries, straight from the forges of Mars. http://imgur.com/a/DTpuZ Its modular design allowed for a variety of customization in the terms of weaponry and it's working charges. Its entire length painted a solid matte black with the exception of the protected lighted runways. As for its working payload, it lacked the common ship to ship assault craft, instead focused on the "Thor" heavy gunship and the more traditional Venom style with the increased engine and sheilding for atmospheric entry and departure. And right now 2 of such craft sat in orbit waiting to be claimed by their new owners of Venom Inc. [spoiler]Open to BJ and the rest of Venom[/spoiler] [spoiler]Enjoy your new toys as a job well down for your service to the city.[/spoiler]

[b]Looks Trippy[/b] [i]Golden City, Terra[/i] The entire land looked as if some kind of deranged, Japanese god had orgasmed, the vibrant blues and purples almost painful to observe. This was Phazon, and Ginger knew better than to touch it. Instead he levitated, using his antigravity boots to keep him a foot or two above the ground at all times. Around him buildings were in ruins, and the remnants of guns and body parts (yet no entire corpses) acknowledged the massive firefight that had broken out here earlier. It was quiet now... Too quiet. With a spin more reaction than conscious action, he spun around to meet his assailant. [spoiler]Open to Python/Jenny for the Dread, or Tre/Twig to "burst my bubble"[/spoiler]

WHAT HAPPENED BEFORE [spoiler] Greyson's wife, and son have been taken by a band of elite rouge soldiers. He's been hunting them for the past seven years, waiting for the day to find them. He found a soldier, one who was there the day they were taken. One of the two who promised him that they would protect his wife. His son was taken by a man who looked like their leader, a man with a skull bandana wrapped around the bottom of his helmet. His voice as cold as death itself. There was one thing they all had in common, a crown crossed by two M4's. He found one, you only need one to torture, one to get information out of.[/spoiler] [b][i][u]A New Dawn[/u][/i][/b] TWO WEEKS BEFORE, 3:48 P.M. "So." [/i]Greyson laid a scalpel on a bloody tray filled with instruments of torture, in front of him, a man who's arms and legs were bound by rope to a wooden chair. Both of the mans arms were scraped layers below the skin, so close to cutting all the veins, so close to death.[i] "Where is he?" "Who..." "Your boss!" The man shook his head, sweet dripping from his forehead. Greyson sighs. "This is a real simple process, honestly. You tell me what I need to know, and I let you live. But you never saw me, never heard me, you don't know me, I'm dead." The man takes a sharp breath in, and let's out a long exhale. "The mans in an old air base, his men are stationed there along with an assortment of air vehicles." Greyson stares the man in his eyes, a fire rising. "What else do you know?" "Nothing, I swear." "Alright, I believe you. Thank you," Greyson grabs the mans M9 from a nearby table. He aims it at the mans head and pulls the trigger, the mans head jerking back from the force of the bullet, then having it splattered across the wall. "For nothing." ONE WEEK BEFORE, 1:47 A.M. Greyson sat on a mountain overlooking the air base, his suppressed Barrett .50. Darkness filled the night sky, it was going to be a long night. The air base was littered with AC-130s, A-20 Havocs, F-14 Tomcats, and MiG-29s. It's perimeter lined with barbed wired fencing, two guards patrolling the outskirts of the fencing. In each corner of the base a tower is set up for watch and a main control tower set up for monitoring planes that come in and out. There is only one building in the base, it's a huge 3 story building with multiple rooms on each floor. Greyson kept surveyed the airbase for hours on end the next few days, knowing their scouting routes, exploiting their weak spots, in a sense knowing them more than they know them. [i]TODAY, 2:57 A.M.[/i] "Good morning sweetheart." Greyson used his HUD to connect to his snipers HUD, activating the night vision feature. The world suddenly illuminated around him, he took in a deep breath and let the crosshairs slide across one of the north patrol men's heads. One .50 Cal bullet cracked through the air. One the first dropped dead, a second later the other fell to the ground. Then the a minute later four shots rang out, the tower men's lives were taken away from them quicker than they were given to them. "And I'm in." Greyson cloaks, going totally off the radar. He slowly walks towards the main gates, one second they're closed, the next they fly open. Someone on the inside spotted the bodies. Greyson slipped pasted the paramedics like it was nothing. Everyone was on high alert, on edge about who killed their friends, or possibly, family. Greyson didn't care, the blood shed would all be over soon. As the paramedics were staring at the dead men outside the gate, he pulled a pin off two grenades and gently rolled them back. The paramedics heard nothing, but everyone else heard the screams of they're comrades. As well as what they saw? Their missing limbs, and bodies splattered all over the gates. Some of the soldiers stand in terror. One soldier, terrified. Yet standing with his M4 out. "What the hell is going on?!?" "Shut the -blam!- up Carl!" "Seriously what's going on?!?" Sirens start to blare, a robotic voice on the intercom starts screaming. "Battle positions, men. Scramble the fighters, protect the lower levels of the tower. Kick up any dirt around you, when it stops mid air? Fire." Greyson stopped dead in his tracks, the soldiers all started to kick up dirt. Dust flying everywhere, he pulled out his suppressed Colt 1911 and let the bullets fly. Bodies started dropping, an F-14 Tomcat circles around the base and sees the fire, it's guns whirl up and start blind firing at Greyson. Bullets stat chipping at the air around him as he started to run towards the middle tower, where else would his son be held in this shit hole? The voice on the PA comes back on again. "Greyson Clade, my my. It's about time you found us. How long as it been now? Seven years? Now your here, looking for your little boy. Yet where is he now? You know seven years ago today is when I took him? When that kick in your chest off of my chopper started your wild goose chase? I remember it like yesterday. Come find me. I'm waiting." Greyson took it all in. The sheer thought of it all scarred him. He ran as fast as he could to the tower, the F-14 banked upwards, giving up on trying to hit Greyson. He came upon the tower, a door lead into a white hallway with an elevator at the end of the hall. In the elevator stood the man, he let out a robotic laugh. "Come on, Greyson. What are you waiting for?" He gestures for Greyson to follow him, then the elevator starts to descend. Greyson starts shooting the man, his bullets bouncing off the mans armor. The elevator disappears, down, and down. Greyson stops and looks down, then takes a jump into the void. [spoiler]CLOSED, OPEN FOR FEEDBACK[/spoiler]

[b]A Little, Change.. [/b] [b]Jotun, Void Wolf Home world[/b] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [b]The Anvils Guard came out of Warp near the planet, as the small fighter class ship, Ciri's custom Milano, flew from the massive cruiser and to the surface Landing on one of the many landing pads of the main base, Ciri stepped from the ship, in search of Sigmar[/b] [spoiler]Open to Sig[/spoiler]

[u]"A Force Rises"[/u] [b]Cold, silent, abandoned. The street lights radiant the run down sidewalks, balconies filled with emptiness. The streets only accompanied with one person. Darth Solus ignites his dual lightsabers as the roads go with the bright blood red of the lightsabers that touch the ground. The jet black cloak blends with the roads, his visor glows with a red, similar to the lightsabers. The armor is bulked, but easy to make the quick maneuvers required to survivors. [/b] "[i]This... place is abandoned, now... where to begin?[/i]" [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]

[b][i]The Only John Wayne Left in this Town[/i][/b] [b]Golden City, Terra[/b] [i]The Vertibird thundered across the sky, having flown in from somewhere in the Northwest. Moving rapidly, the aircraft retained a strangely high altitude as it passed. From the ground, it was hard to tell whether or not something was happening as the rear cargo ramp opened, but whatever had come out was screaming towards the ground at an immense velocity. Across the area, a resounding boom could be heard, as whatever it was had finally struck the ground. Two eerie glowing red eyes appeared from within the dust kicked up from the force of impact, and out of the impact crater, walked a hulking individual bristling with weapons in a heavily modified suit of T-60F power armor and an X-01 MkVI helmet. On one shoulder, sat a massive belt-fed machine gun, on the other, the skull of an alpha deathclaw. On his back sat a Space Marine bolter, along with a Remington 870 pistol-grip combat shotgun and a machete. Two bandoliers loaded with bullets crossed his chest, and a belt holster for both of his magnums crossed his waist. On his left leg, a rather large knife was in a sheath, ready to be drawn forward. On the crotch plate of his armor, the words "KICK ME" were etched, and on his chestplate, he had spray-painted a cobalt phoenix. Blood was splattered across the side of his helmet, and he was rather angry. [/i] WHEN THE WASTELANDERS DECIDE TO CRAWL OUT OF THEIR DAMN CAVES, TELL 'EM TO COME SEE ME! I'LL HAPPY TO KICK THEIR -blam!-ING ASSES! God damn knockoffs.... Little shits need to go back to the damn wasteland....

[b][i]Not My Problem Anymore[/i][/b] [b]Golden City, Terra[/b] [i]Venom Incorporated had been holding the city for quite some time in hopes the Imperium would reinforce and retake the regained territory. Despite the company's advances, the Imperium refused to even acknowledge them, to assist them, all aside from the Void Wolves. The city was becoming a massive resource furnace, burning assets throughout a prolonged and bloody stalemate without necessary occupational support. While Venom Incorporated was powerful and had plentiful resources, they were hardly wasteful, and hardly foolish. They no longer had the desire nor the will to waste any further assets in the city, particularly considering they hadn't received any compensation for their actions thus far. As such, Edward Schrader himself gave the order for Venom Incorporated to pack up and pull out of the God-forsaken shitstorm that was once a powerful and beautiful metropolis. To him, the Imperium's incompetence and failure to come through with their end of the deal was infuriating. Betrayal was a disease to him, and an instant end to any contract in place. What did he care if the bastards fell? They didn't even seem to care if they fell. They didn't care what he was doing, what the occupation was costing him and what he was getting from it. As a businessman and gambler, he knew the risks were outweighing the payouts, and he was beginning to give more to the pot than he was earning. Remaining in the Golden City was no longer beneficial, no longer tactical. As the mercenaries pulled out, they took everything they had brought in, all of their tech, all of their weapons, not keen on leaving anything behind. Evacuated civvies were kicked out of refugee camps, left to do as they wished, while prisoners were executed and their bodies doused in diesel and set aflame. Within a short time, Venom Incorporated had relinquished its grasp on the city, and began to fortify themselves further back in the desert, tightening their patrols of both the land and sky.[/i] [spoiler]Schrader's pissed. Good job kids.[/spoiler]

[u]"A Great Disturbance"[/u] [u]Location: Terra, undisclosed area[/u] [b]John Reagan walks down a run down, crummy, corridor where statues of Space Marine heroes and the Emperor himself. Wires spark and lights flicker through the corridor. A flashlight emits from underneath the barrel of "his" EE-3. He takes his fair share of the run down area. [/b] "These over imperialistic bastards..." [b]His visor's systems zoom in then out. He raises his gun, preparing the rather complicated task. [/b] "Where are you..." [i]"Here."[/i] [b]A force pushes Reagan into a wall as he plops down onto the floor. A shadowed figure emerges from the darkness where he had came, he speaks with a cold, heartless tone.[/b] [i]"The force is a weapon I intend to use..." [/i] "I've come to hunt you down-" [i]"Hunting me is no easy task, Mr. Reagan..."[/i] [b]Two lightsabers activate in the man's hands. John tries to get up but he is kicked back down. The man tries to impale John through the head as he quickly rolls to avoid it. He picks off his EE-3 from the ground and begins firing.[/b] [b]The man blocks all the incoming lasers with the lightsabers as they deflect back to John as he flies up with his jetpack. The man then pulls John down but... he didn't land a finger on him. A force was used on John, he then drags John forward as the jet pack ran out of fuel.He pulls one of the lightsabers towards John's helmet, as the lightsaber burns through the helmet, sparks fly here and there, The visor glows a bright red from the burns and the lightsaber it's self. [/b] [i]"Power is one thing, using it to your well being is an advantage. Others believe they control but they can't. The Sith are the galaxy's true masters and I came to claim what was lost for generations. You are merely a pawn to something more grand. Lord Vader couldn't have even comprehended what could've possibly happen. We have come out of the shadows after the loss of the Galactic Empire, we have returned..." [/i] [b]He pulls the ligtsaber away. John the goes out to speak.[/b] "You believe that?! You honestly believe any of will follo-" [i]"All shall follow the footsteps of the superior, and I am one of them. It's not us asking, we order." [/i] "F--blam!- you!" "You lack common sense, I don't assume anything, I know all... You have no room to speak." [b]He throws John across the room one last time, the lightsabers deactivate, he then lingers back to the shadows, where he once came.[/b] "The damn Sith are back, how didn't my attack- Never mind..." [b]He finds and climbs through an exit, escape Darth Solus' wrath...[/b] [spoiler]Closed. Feedback please. https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/177976420/0/0[/spoiler]

[b][u]Lord of the World[/u][/b] [b]South of the Golden City-Terra[/b] The advance. It never stopped. The soldiers fought tirelessly. Over and over. Kill after kill. The machine....it was unstable, near unstoppable. The General bellowed orders at his lessers, riding on the back of the World Eater. He was high-riding and confident. Already having fought with that scouting team, they were happy with the outcome. "Sir! We're nearing the walls!" The driver of the World Eater shouted back at his passengers, the General and two Broodmothers. "Stop in front of it! I want to see the city...." He began to stand from the chair and walked to the front of the small house they had built on the back of the World Eater. He looked down at the city, a large smile on his.....face. "Tell the soldiers to push in after the Fanatics. They will blow the wall." Multiple squads of Fanatics move up to the wall and explode, blowing a large hole in the wall as troops follow in behind. .......................................................................... "CLEAR THOSE HOUSES AND MOVE ON!" Grunts, Elites, Medics, Fanatics, Broodmothers, just about everything pushed into the city, destroying homes, killing people and soldiers alike. They pushed forward as the World Eater stepped over the wall and onto a rather large building. It was crushed like a bug, people inside of it...... [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]

[u]"Valor, Honor, Duty"[/u] [u]Location: Naboo[/u] "Father, oh father, please forgive. but of course you won't, after what I've done to you, but your story will be spread." [b]It was the break of dawn, the clone troopers marched to their rally point, scouts, only one. A man in white Mandalorian armor, covered with the Republic's insignias and markings. He pulls out a blocky set of binoculars and scans the area, the rather flat plains of Naboo. A rally droids marched on, lead by three super droids.[/b] {"Search and destroy all clones... BRR..."} [b]He sees the droid battalion, and goes to report the find, but before he can, the droid start a search party for any Republic Troops. [/b] "Shit... George Reagan to Commander Rhodes, there's a droid squadron coming to your position, Initiate the "Hell's Gate" procedure?" "What, no! That's suicid-" "Negative Rhodes, I got this." "God have mercy on you..., Rhodes out." [b]He puts the binoculars away and pulls out his EE-3 BlasTech rifle. He then activates his jet pack as the droids spot him.[/b] {"ENEMY!"} [b]Laser fire goes off, George fires off a missile at unwary crowd of droids, catching Droidekas and regular combat Droids in the blast. He fires a net gun at a Super Droid as spikes lock it in place. Droidekas form a personal shield as George throws a thremal imploder at them, disabling the shield. He fires his EE-3 rifle at the arachnid looking droids. [/b] [b]A Republic gunship fires down at other droids with it's heavy laser cannons, obliterating them. An Assassin droid stealthily approaches George, as with quick reaction, throws a knife at it, as then twitches, stutters in it's voice projector and falls on the floor, "dead". The bounty hunter then approaches the chassis and yanks the knife out. He then sighs. [/b] "Well... why can't they actually work." [b]A stray laser grazes George's shoulder, a Droid transport vehicle comes in as Clone troopers drop down from the gunship. Clones engage into battle with the droids. Lasers go off every where during the battle as the Bounty Hunter reaches a vantage point and calls in is Slave-1 ship. He gets in and assists the Clones as more laser fire goes down to the ground. [/b] [b]Droid parts splatter all over the Naboo plains. Clones take casualties, but light ones however. The Separatists failed to send reinforcements and the remaining troops exile themselves from the plains. The Cone troopers return to Coruscant as well as George. He walks into a clone embassy as Clone troopers are seen training, exercising, conversing with their fellow man. George walks into Rhodes office. [/b] "Sir, Separatists forces have been exiled from the area by force, little casualties have been taken." "Excellent, now how much did you say you wanted?" "I said fifty thousand." "Oh..." [b]Rhodes pulls out a few credits money from his drawer and tosses it on the table.[/b] "That's fifty thousand as you said, Reagan." "Good." [b]He snags the credits from the table, leaves the embassy and returns to the Villa he had inherited from his father. As he gets there, the Slave-1 shadows it's self from the outside by being brought in from the under ground as the floor closes up. It's nightfall, everyone in the domain where sleeping as he carefully walked in and stored the laser burned, seasoned armor in the wardrobe he keeps his rather small arsenal. Before he leaves his room, he locks up the wardrobe, no one shall be able to trespass through it, at least he had hoped. [/b] [spoiler]Closed, just want feedback here.[/spoiler]

[b][i]Chapter 11.3 - Mobilization[/i][/b] [b][i]Previously:[/i][/b] [spoiler]https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/176995065/0/0/1[/spoiler] [i] In the wake of the Summoner's attack, the weakened Imperium has prepared for a new mission: the destruction of the Hourglass. Tension has risen between the Inquisition and the Mechanicum, the tech priests are reluctant I destroy the hourglass for unknown reasons. More will certainly be discovered on the Mechanicum's motives, but for now, there can only be a large scale mobilization.[/i] [b][i]Libreous-Tibrarium and his men are taking inventory.[/i][/b] [spoiler]You're preparing your forces for departure to the hourglass. Travel light, if too many forces leave Terra, it will be left vulnerable for attack. When you arrive, you'll be faced with an important decision, and will have to choose sides - the side you choose will determine what allies you have. Another heresy will take place soon, and will cause one of the bloodiest civil wars RoB has ever seen. Prepare for carnage.[/spoiler] [b][i]A heavily armored warrior approaches. He's one of Libreous's high ranking commandos. "I'm here to calculate inventory, what are you bringing?" Asks the hulking warrior.[/i][/b] [spoiler]list your inventory including personnel. Don't worry, you will get reinforcements on site.[/spoiler]

[b]Hello... (PUNS)[/b] Samantha sat up, for the first time in a couple week there wasn't pain. She stood, no pain. Coming back from the dead really hurt. She stood up. She walked to her closet in Rykers massive mansion. She picked out some normal clothes, and walked out into the massive balcony. It was a beautiful and sunny day, not a cloud in the sky and a light breeze. Samantha sighs, thinking about her last conversation with Jay. She wished she could redo everything, yet at the same time she had come to terms with what had happened. They had taken their separate paths, they just weren't meant to be. [spoiler]Trejo[/spoiler]

[b]Mind Games[/b] [spoiler]PoV is Jacob, he is insane. Forgive me for this coming atrocity.[/spoiler] Jacob walked with a new found pride. The voice quieted the others. It was stronger, but quiet, Oh so nice and quiet. He could think clearly, at least he thought he could. The Voice, it wanted things. People. Why would a voice want people. No, certain people. It was clear on what to bring in secret. He wanted broken people. Scared people. Insane people. People like Jacob. He did as instructed, every crazy, ever broken soul, every desperate and depraved personna. He gave them hope. He promised them things he couldn't do. Or realities that couldn't happen. He knew them as lies but the Voice made them truth. He trusted the voice. The voice stopped the voices, he had to trust the voice. He even him brought him the pretty lady, the psyker. Oh yes the voice would like this one, very pretty. Curved and thin, yes the voice would like her the voice had to like the pretty lady. Even if she was a filth psyker. With the third cycle coming to a close the broken people followed Jacobs instructions. They clamored into the run down factory like a hoard of rats to the nest as they waited for Jacob. Yes Jacob liked this, this power, this authority. He even fashioned him a robe, a crude mockery of the Ecclesiarchy. Yes the voice would like this subtle play of respect. What else would it want? [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

[b]Watch the Flame Climb High[/b] [b]PoV: Sawyer[/b] [i]I look out over the Golden City landscape. So beautiful. So serene. I was going to take it. [/i] "Sir? Permission to launch?" [i]I look down at my First Mate. I smile, and nod. This was going to be one Hell of a fireworks show. [/i] Launch all designated munitions at all designated locations. Launch every phantom, fully stocked. "Yes sir." [i]With one simple statement, I had caused the apocalypse as hundreds of thousands of ion torpedoes and Air-To-Ground bombs launch, the underbelly beginning to glow as phantoms launch out of every corvette, Carrier, and ship in my command. Kaleb had left me this corporation. I was gonna make the most of it. [/i]

Maverick walks through a ruined city. He scrounges through old shops and collects trinkets. A mockingbird is perched on his shoulder. It's joined him when he got into the city and he enjoys it. He sits on a bench and inspects the trinkets he's collected.

"Joint Ops" Chapter 1.1 [b]Nightfall drops, rain pours down.the Spravedliví Řád's joint ops forces are deployed to investigate an run down military base, this operation is lead by Achilles Fotos or better known as "the Pursuer". [/b] "Extract the data here and fall back." [b]The Spravedliví Řád's Joint ops "Spectre" armor's visor glows up a blue tint for everyone except for Achilles as he still wears the Hades Tier 9 combat armor. Flash lights radiant the ghostly corridors. Mini rainfalls come from the cracks and crevasses in the complex. [/b] [i]"Too quiet..."[/i] [b]A deployable cover ascends up with the hydraulics that have it rise up and stop, one of the operators jump in shock, the Pursuer grabs him from collar. [/b] "Coward! How are you scared of this?!" "B-b-but I'm not..." "You're showing it dammit!" [B]He drops the frightened soldier without any caution. A rope is heard going down, a grapnel gun goes off as one of the joint ops soldiers. A scream is heard, as the others go to investigate the scene. They find the hanging corpse hanging from the rope on a rusted beam.[/b] "The -blam!-...." [b]The culprit responsible for the deed appears before them. [/b] "Mr.Fotos, you're time has come." "Well... Gambit. This is a welcoming surprise." [b]Achilles fires at Gambit's ACR rifle. He pulls out a combat knife and stabs him in the stomach as Gambit hits Achilles' head with his own. He pulls the knife out, but is crippled in the process, He hits Gambit across the face, Gambit's helmet cracks in the process. A .44 Magnum goes off, as Achilles' armor takes the round. He pulls on Gambit's arm and punches him in the already stabbed gut. Gambit smacks Achilles with the .44 Magnum as he staggers back. He then knocks Achilles off his feet as he walks up to and point the magnum at him. [/b] "You're mine..." "Not. Today..." [b]A flashbang goes off, Gambit is blinded by it as Achilles slips away. The Joint Ops go out and take whatever intel they can take. As the flashbang's effects wear off, no one where there.[/b] "Dammit!" [b]They return to Deadeye, bringing the intel they gathered.[/b] "Sir, we have intelligence of the area." [u]"Tell me."[/u] "This place is run by the "Imperium", it's run by a monarch-" [u]"It's in the name, I know what it is."[/u] "O-ofcourse..." "And that was all that was pulled, the data was corrupt." [u]"Dismiss."[/u] [b]Everyone leaves, but the Pursuer. scratches on the armor make it apparent of the recent fight.[/b] [u]"Now, what happened to you?"[/u] "We came across a Task Force 167 member, Gambit. We brought ourselves into a confrontation, and well... you should guess the rest dammit." [u]"Is he dead?"[/u] "Negative." [u]No matter, we have a city to reign havoc in...[/u]

[b]Rise of One...[/b] Stepping off his ship a couple of miles from his brothers house, Ryan looks over the hill at Rykers mansion. "Spoiled... Rich... Arrogant... Sounds like my brother." He smiles grimly, flipping a coin in between his fingers. The coin was old, given to Ryan by his father. Their father had always liked Ryker more. He was loved more, got more presents for Christmas, he always chose were they ate. Ryan was sick of it. He lived in his brothers shadow his entire life. His brother, the one who went to college early. The youngest billionaire ever. The brother who achieved more in a couple of years than Ryan would ever. It made him sick. "Poor poor Ryker... You're about to feel what I felt... Helplessness..." He laughs as his drop ship takes off, leaving him. He has given them orders not to return unless to said. With that he began walking towards Rykers house, eager for what would happen inside. [spoiler]Open.... I guess...[/spoiler]