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<::||Well, this is my first day in the CCA, and I have to say, it was wonderful! First I got my unifrom on, which I have to say is quite comfortable compared to the standard citizen clothing, and then was trained into how to be a proper CCA unit. You know, etequite, rank autherizations, ect. Unfortantly, when we were almost done with rank autherizations, A judgement waiver went off. We had to stop there and I watched as 227, the OfC who was teaching me, ran off and performed his civic duty. *sigh is heard* I didn't get to particpate in the Judgement waiver because I am a recruit. But maybe next Judgement waiver. Anyways, after it ended, 227 finished teaching me about rank autherizations and allowed to patrol with a 570, hes a recruit just like me. He did most of the stuff, like tieing and beating citizens. He did as if he had no emotion, I don't understand it. I-I don't think I can do something like that yet, just... I can't do it. Then, an asian woman kept saying that some man was harassing her, we never found him but we're still searching. All she said is that he was bald, big help that is. So, after that, 570 went into stasis (I presume) and I was paired up with an 03, 350 I think. We patrolled for a bit and found a mentally imperfect man, stating he went to a store to buy a whore. *laughs* he said it so hystericly though! It was kind of funny. but it quickly became unfunny when I realized he was getting a level 1 verdict. For mental imperfection and UPA. So we took him into the Nexus and after getting his data down, 350 went in and beat him until he was unconcsious. Because we weren't autherized to amputate him. I felt bad for the guy, I mean, I would guess it wasn't his fault. So then me and 350 went outside to deal with some kind of mix up and after we were done, I asked to check on the prisoner and he said I could. I went inside and tapped the glass door thing. Just to make sure he was alive. He was, we talked for a bit before 350 and another unit, 060 I believe. Came in, when then 350 went again and beat him, again. I closed my eyes through both beatings, still not used to that part of the CCA yet. So now I am making this log after the second beating of the mentally imperfect man. I really like being in the CCA, I feel as if I have purpouse now...
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<::||Okay, lots of things have happened in the past day, so I'll just talk about the big parts. 099 was under attack by anti-citizens, I rushed off with 227 to assist, we got into arrest postions, me being almost directly behind Anton, a resistance leader, but before I could ask him to get on the wall, 227 shot him with his shotgun and got blood on my vest, eugh, I hope I can get it cleaned. 060 said just to ask the CWU, I hope hes right. Detained a black man for trespassing, malcompliance and audio violations. but he seemed differernt then the other people I detained, he thought me and him were 'friends'. I felt bad when I detained him, but he was making things worse when a fellow unit was wounded. Went in on some kind of murder case with 435, 313, and 060. This guy killed another guy and it was... messy. We managed to detain and take him to treatment, me and 060 dragged him to the treatment and waited until 435 arrived. 435 told us to leave and we did so, I don't want to know what he did to him in there. So after that me and 060 detained a mental case, a 10-103M, so we dragged him to treatment to. We arrived just as 435 was amputating the murder we detained earlier. When a call went out from 313 that he needed backup at the CWU. I asked 060 to take care of the 10-103M and rushed off to the CWU building. When I got there, the anti-citizen was a CWU worker! he supplied medkits to anti-citizens, that monster! As well as disrespecting me, 313, 227, and the CWU in the building. The Ex-worker kept yelling audio violations that 227 had to shoot him in the leg with his shotgun, which I looked away from. He fell to the ground and 227 picked him, which I did. Before walking out, I gave a friendly nod to the workers, and walked towards the nexus with the man on my shoulders. We then dropped him off in treatment and threw him in the gasing chamber. Where 227 activated the gas and walked out as the ex-worker exhaled the gas and died a slow, painful, death. Even if he was an anti-citizen, I still feel bad about it. But people will say that you get used to it. I hope I do...
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(// Going to try to put an OOC picture to paint a picture to the reader, enjoy.)
<::||Well, today... I did my first amputation. It all started when me and someone else were patrolling, I saw a woman who looked a little young. I was about to tell her to get on the wall but the unit patrolling with me told me she was probably just a late bloomer. I said "Well what if she wasn't?" and added "If I see her again, I'll ask her." When I saw her again, she said she was 18. I dug deeper and she changed it to 19. After a little bit, 01 562 came along and helped us find out her age. Which she was 17, but she was one month from being 18. Then, CmD 11711 came along and told us to take her to treatment. I brought her myself since the unit I was patrolling with had something else to do. When I got to the treatment room, I asked CmD 11711 what to do with her, and he answered over the radio "Amputate." I nodded gravely and told the minor to get in the gasing chamber. I said it was I was sorry for what I was about to do, which she answered with "W-whats going to happen." Then I said "It'll be over soon, I promise." I hovered my hand over the gasing button and asked her if she had any last words. She said to find a woman named Vanessa and tell her she was her best friend. I promised I would and then looked away. Then I punched the button, activating the gas and killing her in 10 seconds flat. I radioed it was over and asked for the containment field to be deactivated. Which it was after a few minutes. I then asked 01 562 if I could find the Venassa woman and tell her the womans final wish. He said I could when we did rations. I decieded to man the terminal, when she came along. I told her what the woman said and she thanked me, she looked sad and, I felt her pain. She walked out with tears in her eyes. But I felt better after doing what she told me to do. Hopefully things will get easier *sigh*...
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//Sorry, but since when have RCTs been able to carry out Level 1 Verdicts even with permission. The RCT authorisations say:
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Authorize level 3 sentences
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Patrol in a group of at least 2 units (RCT+)
04/03 have authorisation to carry out Level 1 with authorisation, but a RCT cannot administer Level 1 even if he has permission to do so.
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//Sorry, but since when have RCTs been able to carry out Level 1 Verdicts even with permission. The RCT authorisations say:
Authorizations:
Authorize level 3 sentences
Carry out level 2 sentences when ordered by unit with authorization
Patrol in a group of at least 2 units (RCT+)
04/03 have authorisation to carry out Level 1 with authorisation, but a RCT cannot administer Level 1 even if he has permission to do so.
time to yell at someone. Namely skeptik
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//Sorry, but since when have RCTs been able to carry out Level 1 Verdicts even with permission. The RCT authorisations say:
Authorizations:
Authorize level 3 sentences
Carry out level 2 sentences when ordered by unit with authorization
Patrol in a group of at least 2 units (RCT+)
04/03 have authorisation to carry out Level 1 with authorisation, but a RCT cannot administer Level 1 even if he has permission to do so.
time to yell at someone. Namely skeptik
You must be on drugs if you think a CmD can't order a croot to amputate a citizen.
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//Sorry, but since when have RCTs been able to carry out Level 1 Verdicts even with permission. The RCT authorisations say:
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Authorize level 3 sentences
Carry out level 2 sentences when ordered by unit with authorization
Patrol in a group of at least 2 units (RCT+)
04/03 have authorisation to carry out Level 1 with authorisation, but a RCT cannot administer Level 1 even if he has permission to do so.
time to yell at someone. Namely skeptik
You must be on drugs if you think a CmD can't order a croot to amputate a citizen.
No, not yet. But the auths are that way for a reason and only the sec can override cause the sec is the one who sets them.
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Lawl wut. What kind of logic is that? Just because it isn't stated in the Auths doesn't mean they cannot be ordered to do so. You crazy mang.
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<::|| 203; whilst you should not be alarmed, the recent events have drawn to my attention the fragile state of mind of not only yourself, but the other recruits in your cycle. When you next see me in active service report in to me, and I will conduct a brief screening to confirm you meet the unions operational health standards. ||::>
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//Your not going to fail or lose your character, just giving you the opportunity of extra character development in dealing with amputation. ;)
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// Can I please do the screening? My char is nice, well to units yea, to citizens 099 is an asshole.
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<::|| 203; whilst you should not be alarmed, the recent events have drawn to my attention the fragile state of mind of not only yourself, but the other recruits in your cycle. When you next see me in active service report in to me, and I will conduct a brief screening to confirm you meet the unions operational health standards. ||::>
//Your not going to fail or lose your character, just giving you the opportunity of extra character development in dealing with amputation. ;)
// Is that a good idea? These logs are supposed to be private... then again I wouldn't trust the CCA network (IC wise) to leave a diary of sorts without thinking that big brother is watching.
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<::|| Alright, yesterday I believe, 562, 099, and me found a citizen who was doing a level three violation. 562 decieded to take him to what I like to call "The dark room" in the UCH and beat some sense into him. I didn't hit him as much as 562 or 099 did but, eh, its getting easier. So we were leaving the UCH and this bald man grabbed me from behind and tried to take me away, for reasons unknown. Luckily I managed to yell out "Help!" and 099 must have heard because she turned around and got him off me. After a short scuffle, 562 came in and we were about to take him to detainment, when he lashed out at me. Thats multiple Assualt class 2C's. Which is level 1. So, 562 amputated him and killed him. He told me to watch, I guess to get over amputation. Then, 562 and a GRID unit and me did a short sweep in the slums. We breached the first two floors of one of the buildings. Didn't find anything. On the last door, the GRID unit was the breacher, with me and 562 being the pointmen. But, instead of letting us go in first, he went in first. Which is wrong. Although nothing dangerous was in there, 562 told me to tell the GRID unit the proper way of breaching. After I did, I felt a little proud of myself. After finishing the sweep, I went 10-7. Only to find out that I got a transfer to city 45. Upon reaching City 45, I radioed in for 562, luckily he got transferred here to. I'm glad, I consider 562 my teacher. I'd be a bit lost without him. Anyways, 562 took me to the medbay to examine my mental state after doing my first amputation, but he was busy and an OfC did it. Luckily I wasn't 10-103M, Haha, that would of bad... the OfC said that I had to take three mental classes (or something similar to that) before I'm eligable for promotion. I guess thats fair, since at 04, I'll be getting a 9mm pistol, and I know what that'll be for.
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// I am not a master poser okay?
... buts it true, it does look like hes typing with his palms :3
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<::|| Well, I got promoted and accepted into GRID earlier this week. With help from 713, who spoke up for me to the UNION OfC. Which I was really thankful for. Anyways, I'm really excited. With 04 I got a 9mm pistol as well as a datapad, and I can finally patrol alone. Anyways, earlier this week we had an outbreak from these huge bugs. I overheard on the radio that they were called "Antlions" they were BIG and SCARY. About midway through the fight this really big one came out of the ground. It couldn't fly like the green ones, but it looked like it could pack a punch. As far as I know it didn't harm anyone, good thing to. Hopefully they don't come back...
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Awesome read so far, keep up the good work ;D
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// Thanks :D
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(// another derpy picture made by yours truely for OOC)
<::||Not much happened today other then some citizen went up the tower and, while I was heading up, another unit had already tried to get him. She told me she had him so, I stayed my distance, but I stayed on the tower. She and the citizen had a struggle and, personally, I thought it was really brave of her to fight like that. Its not a big deal when its on the ground, but IN A TOWER! Anyways, she restrained the citizen with a little bit of help from me and we carried him down. He was then detained and, well, yeah. Thats all of today.||::>
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(// Happy late halloweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen
-203)
<::||Eugh... today... ugh. Alright, today not much happened except I found a 10-103M, and I know the drill. Amputate... well I was about to throw him into the furnance when an APEX 01, 147 were his digits, I believe. He said instead of just throwing him in the furnace that he was going to... torture him first... and make me watch. Ugh... h-he did some things that I didn't even think people could do. After he was d-done, the 10-103M was... nothing but bloody pieces. I then threw the parts in the furnance and that was the end of it. 147 said to start getting used to it, because I would be doing what he did soon enough...||::>
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// love the pics. <3
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// love the pics. <3
Thank you, I've been trying to go for a cinematic feel as it will be demonstated in the picture I'll upload for my latest log. I failed with the newest pic I made and gave it a halloweeny feel.
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<::||Well today was... intresting. I went on a sweep into Sector 6 with two units, I forgot their digits but anyways, we went into this alley way and the high commanding unit told the other one, an APEX, to throw a grenade down the alley way. After he did that, things got heated up real fast. I counted about two to three citizens armed with either an MP7 or a USP match. A little into the fighting, the high commanding unit went down. I then heard I believe 252 over the radio asking what was going on, I told him and he started activating the OTA units. Shortly after the radio conversation, the APEX unit went down, leaving me alone. I stuck to cover as I was running low on verdicts, I stood up to try and take a good shot at one but next thing I knew, I felt a sharp stinging in my side, I may have been grazed in the arm but I wasn't sure, but my side was hurting and it was bleeding. I said over radio that I was requesting medical, all I heard was "Stay alive" before the sound was drowned out by the sound of MP7's firing over me. Just when I thought it was over, overwatch stormed around the corner and fired at the citizens, or anti-citizens in this case. By then I was on my last mag for my USP match. It was amazing how many shots they took, but anyways, one of the units sent the location of the fight to 252, which he then launched a necrotic canister. I then heard "Retreat!" over the radio, and started heading to the Nexus. On the way, an Overwatch unit picked me up and dragged me to the train station. 252 patched up my wound and I went to the medbay to rest. Soon after, reports of the Anti-citizen was dead, which was good to hear. Atleast those two unit's deaths weren't in vain...||::>
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<::||Wow, I need to keep up on these logs, its been a while seen I've done one, it actually took a few seconds longer then usual for the logging program to boot, hehe. Anyways... the last few... days? Weeks? Months? Well, since I last did these, have been intresting to say the least. I'll start with what happened today, an APEX EpU, 935 I believe his digits were, he uh... deserviced himself. I had just gotten on duty when I saw him, an APEX OfC, 158, and two others, one of which was 919. Anyways, he was going on about how we were traitors and all this, saying Anti-union things in general. Eventually, he just got tired of it and... killed himself. *troubled sigh is heard* I wonder what happened to him to make him go off the deep end...
031 came in and told units who weren't involved to leave, which was me. So, I went on patrol. A few minutes into it, I heard a biosignal loss, I radioed in and I was told it was an amputation. It saddens me to see units go against the Union, and they get punished for it, but thats why you don't do that. Or thats what happens... I don't know in particular which unit it was, but I hope it wasn't anyone I know, well, not "know" because I know most of the units around the CCA, I guess.. come to know as friend, it what I mean, well, agh, I can't think of a word, well, I know what I mean, hehe. Recently, we got a GRID transfer unit, an 01, I forgot his digits, but he said 813 was transferred, or something along those lines. Could he have been the amputated unit that I mentioned? I sure hope not, but 813's a good DvL, or else he wouldn't be given the postion, right? Well the 01 got set up and everything, and I went to go 10-100 with 211, 882, 803 and... uh... 563, yeah! We had a pretty good 10-100, talked about things that were going on, I mentioned how the sweep I did with those two units was gnawing on me, they seemed pretty sympthatic, but it was a long story and I didn't want to tell all of it. Anyways, later me, 882, 563 and 099 did some hand-to-hand practice in the spare room, 882 beat me REAL fast, just goes to show I need to freshen up on my hand-to-hand, but it was pretty fun. Anyways, I'll try to keep up on these logs more often.||::>
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// 882 whooped 203 good son
and then went on to almost beat 563 but he accidentally dislocated his shoulder because fragile old man
Would've fought 099 but she had ~* poor hygiene *~ (aka complained that she was a girl and that it mattered that she was a girl LOL)
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// Your wording did not make it look good... -snip- that qoute is not exactly one I want to repeat now...
NOTE: That was in LOOC and they were talking about mud wrestling.
Which reminds me, can someone please unlock my logs, 099's logs to be exact.
Answer to below: The snip was because I did not want to repeat that qoute, as I have edited possibly just before you read my post. Also, 099 does NOT "hit like a girl" she could possible beat an 02 in a fight thanks to her experience, also I actually kinda just don't feel like cleaning the blood IC'ly, and I know I would get yelled at if I randomly took it off. *Is way too used to high standerds.*
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// Oh yeah someone did mention mud wrestling. I don't remember the snip'd bit tbh LOL
And yes you did mention that your neck was covered in blood in looc but it was also in your descrip and when 882 pressed 099 for information ~* icly *~ that's when he decided that the would let your char off ~* this time *~ but had she not been covered in 3-month-old blood he would've been "Gender is no excuse, unit. But if you insist, I'll go easy on you. Now get over here and fight me like a real woman, prove that you don't hit like a girl." or something totally gay like that
silly billy <3
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<::||Right, well, recently, I went went to the UCH to find an APEX unit, forgot his digits, biten by some infected citizen, he then turned around, noticing me, and bit me on my wrist, I was bleeding yellow blood and, eugh, it was bad. Luckily, the DvL of NOVA, 584, gave me and the APEX unit an anti-biotic, which I assume made the infection go away, but I felt like... well... normal. I felt really weak, and went to the cafeteria with the APEX unit, 882 helped me up the stairs and got me a supplement and a breens water. Which was really nice of him, I owe him a breens water, hehe... anyways, after a bit, I went off-duty to get some rest. When I awoke, I felt better, but still reletivly weak, so I decieded to go patrol. I saw a citizen following 882, in which I radioed that he was being followed, I caught up with him and found that he had popped his arm out of his socket, he had dropped his stunstick, so I picked it up for him, and held it for him while a NOVA unit checked him out. The NOVA unit took him to the med-bay, and put him on a bed while he prepared. I set the stunstick down next to him, and left the room without a word, I could feel his eyes staring into me as I left, and I wonder what he was thinking at that moment. Well, I guess thats why their his thoughts, right? Because there for himself, hehe... o.. kay...
Anyways, I also recieved... rather disturbing news from 882, and I guess 031 because he was there. So, we were having 10-100, and I was going to go to the console to send 813 a stasis message to ask if I could get 882 a wrist datapad like mine. Thats when he said 813 was deserviced, I was so angry, I asked which anti-citizen in the city did it, and 882 said it wasn't an anti-citizen, it was the SeC, or a CmD. I-I... just can't believe 813 would get amputated like that, he was one of the best units I had come to know, I personally admired him, and It was always a plessure serving under him, and I... I just can't believe he's gone... and worse, he was amputated. What could he have done? *groan is heard* What is GRID going to do without a DvL? 318 did get OfC recently, so we have that. Hey, 318 backwards, is 813, hmm... considence? Anyways, I hope to find out why 813 was amputated, then maybe.. just maybe... I'll find the reason for amputation...||::>
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<::||Well, the last few, erm, weeks were pretty eventful, I was promoted, which is always good. But, my gear is falling apart. Recently, I was shot twice, both shots punctering my kevlar, I was treated, of course, but now my kevlar is covered in a roll of bandage down from my right shoulder to my left rib, so my kevlar doesn't look as... clean as the other unit's kevlar. Although its nothing to complain about compared to my mask, some citizen told me one of the shields were malnfuctioning, and when I went to look at it, he started bashing my head in with a lead pipe. Then another citizen came with a rock and started beating my mask in, I don't remember it well, but I remember hearing gun shots as I was being dragged away. I woke up in detainment, 031 standing over me, and my stomach was hurting, I assumed he kicked me. He told a RCT to treat me, the same one who patched me up when I got shot twice in the chest. I was then put on medical leave, but after coming off, I've found my mask to be malfunctioning, the HUD keeps flickering on and off, which is quite annoying, and occasionally, it starts sparking. I feel like an idiot for letting that citizen trick me, but hopefully I'll get my revenge against him...||::>
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<::||Well, I replaced my damaged mask with the custom mask I had made earlier in my time in the CCA, I felt pretty stupid when 234 asked if I could make a custom mask, and I remembered the mask I had made for a project. Hehe... oh...
Anyway, 147... he... he commited sucide... he annonced over radio, I-I thought he was joking.. he wasn't.. I heard his biosignal loss and... I-I think I lost it right about there, I could feel a lump grow in my throat. His body was taken to detainment, and I watched as it was burned, I couldn't take it, and burst into tears. 326 must of noticed, because he spoke to me briefly about it, and asked me if I know anything about his sucide, I didn't know anything at all. I went 10-7 shortly after.. when I came back on-duty, I was called down to the HCMR, when I arrived, it was 326 and another UNIFORM OfC, 113 I believe his digits were. He talked about 147's death, and gave me the option to have memory replacement, personally, it sounds like a good idea, and I might asked him for it.. because I don't want to end up in a similar state like 147..||::>
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<::||Well, I got my new kevlar... in a way. My new DvL, 559, called me and another GRID 03 down to the HCMR. The 03 was promoted to an 02. 559 told me to step up, and after telling me about my excellence in GRID, he awarded me a GRID OfC armband. I never thought, even in my CCA career, that I would become an officer in High Command. Completly skipped 01, and I haven't done ANY training as 02. So I guess I'll have to read up on training for 02 and 01. I got outfitted with my new uniform and gear, but I got to keep my wrist datapad that I made since 04, and my modded mask, I'll probably have to get rid of it and make an OfC version. I trained a few units today, and one in particular, 738, REALLY wanted to be trained. I finished up his training, and gave him a promotion to 01. I felt uneasy in doing it, as if it were rushed. I hope I didn't mess up in promoting him, but anyways, after I had trained a few units, I went 10-7, first day as OfC, hopefully things will get easier...||::>
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// Ohhhhhh my sweetest babbus I am so proud of youuuu
Also 882 will pester you even more about a wrist datapad, you realize this
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// Aww, thanks, TBI <3
Also, I suggest talking to 559 yourself if you really want it, otherwise I'll try to talk to him myself. :3
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// <3 <3 kk
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// I'm going to be using these logs for 203's story, type, thing. These will be written similar to the Chronicles of Mike Boone, in the sense that most of it is written in third person (But if someone read it ICly, it would be from a first person stand point) and some first person logging. Enjoy.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oE31xD1b9bA
Chapter 1: City 7
Day 1: Late Arrival
2017, Present-day September
Location: City 7, in the Citadel ‘receiving station’
The RAZOR train screamed down the dark tunnel, the tunnel being lit only by the occasional mounted light. Although the lights burned brightly, they were spread apart from each other quite a bit, and still made the tunnel dark. 203 stood quietly in the CCA section of the train, his right arm held up as he held onto the support. He had been transferred earlier from City 45. He was told that he was suppose to come down to teach the GEAR units a thing or two about mechanical operations. They were just too spread thin of units that actually were good with mechanical stuff. He had been told that other units from other sectors would come to help out, and he had been one of the many selected to come help. City 7 struck him as familiar. Just the name of it, maybe he lived there in his citizen life. He’ll probably find out when he gets there. In the midst of his thoughts, a sudden jerk caught his attention. He could hear a screeching just outside of the train. He presumed they were stopping, when the screeching intensified and the train started to turn, and tip onto its side. He felt himself tipping, and started to dig his boots into the floor. He then slide onto what was the wall of the razor train, he held onto a pole that was used for standing passengers, which was now horizontal. The razor train came an abrupt stop when it slammed into something rocky, judging by the sound. 203 shook himself of some of the dizziness of the stop. He pulled himself up with the bar, touching the what used to be the ceiling and pushed open the emergency hatch. He started to shimmy across the bar, and rocked back and forth before launching himself towards the hatch. He scrambled at the edge, pulling himself over, and flopping onto the ground below. He put his hands palm flat on the ground, shakily pushing himself onto his feet. He picked up a USP match that lay on the ground, noticing his was missing. His MP7 was missing as well. He sighed, looking around at the dark, yet wonderfully magical sight around him. He was in a giant cavern, it was lit well at the top, being lit by Universal Union lamps. Below was what seemed to be a bottomless pit, completely dark. In the middle of the cavern was a giant rock pillar, with a Universal Union gate embed into the rock.
203 moved towards the gate, being careful not to fall off the track to his doom. He stopped when the gate began to open, light suddenly poured out of the gate. He raised his USP match a bit, just in case. He continued his advance towards the gate, when the sounds of boots echoed across the cavern. A female figure came out of the darkness holding a Spas-12 shotgun, and wearing some sort of dress. He lowered his USP as she came into better light. She was an 01 in rank, judging by her elite mask and duty belt. It was hard to see the ‘dress’ in the light, but it was black in color. She came up to him, waving him over. They quickly ran back into the gate, where the gate closed behind them. She turned to face him as they got onto actual floor instead of a train track. “<:: Sorry about the stop, these GEAR units are more bad at construction then you think.” She said grimly, looking around at some of the units in the station, who turned away. She turned to face him again. “<:: Names One-oh-one.” “<:: Two-oh-three.” He answered in the same manner, nodding respectfully. For the first time he noticed her ‘dress’, it was actually a trench coat, worn in the same manner that 01‘s in City 45 wore their trench coats. The thought of it made him homesick, and 101 most of noticed, because she pat him on the back, and said “<:: Don’t worry, you’ll love it here.” She backed up a bit, waving him to follow. They walked up a staircase, and she said “<:: Sectorial command wants each and every unit to log their day, and I’m sure your no exception.” She gestured to a small terminal to his left. 203 walked up to the small terminal, he lay his hand palms flat on the scanner, which scanned his bio-signal. The screen lit up bright blue, with the words “Welcome, 203.” on screen. He selected the audio log option, and behind him, he heard 101 say “<::Oh, and welcome to City 7.”
UNIT: 203
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<::||Hello, is this thing on? Check, one, two, three. Well, a few days ago I received a message from Sectorial command that I would be transferred here to City 7. I boarded a razor train the next day and spent the last.. uh, week riding through different cities, all with different characteristics. I finally arrived today to help the units of GEAR, City 7‘s mechanical division. It seems they need a lot of help, as when I arrived, the razor train derailed. More into that later, Luckily I was one of the only passengers, atleast in the CCA cabin. I climbed out and was met by a GEAR 01, One-oh-one. Who is probably the most experienced in the GEAR division, but City 7 is spread thin on GEAR units who actually know a thing or two about tools, and 101 can’t teach them all herself. We're about to go meet the Sectorial commander. This city sounds familiar, just something about it... I just can't explain it.||::>
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l1j2ADKH2QU
Chapter 1: City 7
Day 2: Sectorial Meeting
2017, Present-day September
Location: City 7 Citadel
203 stood silently in the elevator with 101, the elevator slowly rising through the citadel. They passed through the detainment levels, which were filled with the shrieks of Stalkers and the sound of their pods as they squeak on the metallic hinges. They began to pass into the upper levels, containing levels for FLATLINE, GEAR, and DAGGER. They passed through other floors, containing different types of things, such as training supplies. The elevator went dark as they went into a small hole designed for the elevator to fit through. The elevator flooded with light as they came into the High command meeting room, which composed of a curved table that surrounded a hole with a rail coming out of it, most likely for Stalker pods. He followed 101 into the room, standing at attention as she snapped a sharp salute. The Sectorial Commander, who was sitting at the head of the table, nodded. “<:: At ease.” He said in a vocoded voice that irradiated power, but seemed to have an almost gentle side to it. They both relaxed as the SeC folded his hands, intertwining his fingers. <:: So, I assume this is Two-Oh-Three?” He gestured towards 203, and he nodded “<:: Yes sir.” The Sec nodded, looking something over in his datapad. “<:: So, you were a part of GRID in your time in City 45, correct?” He nodded. “<:: How long?” “<:: A year, sir.” 203 answered calmly. “<:: A year? Someone of your record should be an Oh-one by now.” 203 scratched the back of his helmet. “<:: Well, I’ve been bouncing around from rank to rank over the last few months, sir.” The Sec nodded. “<:: I see...” He brushed the screen of his datapad, pausing before saying “<:: You had a pretty standard career until you were an Oh-two, that was when you were promoted to Officer, a few months after that you were demoted to AmU, then down to Oh-three.” He looked up, seeing himself in the reflection of his optics. “<:: Am I correct?” He nodded. “<:: Yes sir...” The SeC set his datapad down, staring at 203 with a relaxed posture. “<:: I don’t care what you’ve done to get demoted like that, I need units with experience and you’ve got it.” He nodded towards 101. “<:: Get him whatever he needs for Oh-three.” A commander stood from his chair in an angry manner. His voice had a deep tone to it, and sounded angry. “<:: One-one-seven-oh-seven, sir, you can’t possibly think this- this disgrace of a unit can help us, do you?” 203 lowered his head a bit, feeling ashamed that such a unit, a commander, would think that way about him. 101 pat him slightly on the back. “<:: If he messes up, then I’ll give out the proper punishment, Three-four-three-oh-seven..” The commander, 34307, sat back down. 11707 turned back towards 203 and 101. “<:: Dismissed.” They both turned, and went down into the elevator, 101 pressed the button, and they began they’re descent. 203 sighed “<:: Am I really that bad? Am I really a disgrace to the CCA?” 101 shook her head “<:: Three-four-three-oh-seven barely likes any of us, don’t worry about it.” 203 nodded, and they waited out the rest of the trip in silence.
(// Note: not everyone log will include an IC CCA log type thing, usually an IC log will be on every other log, depending on whats going on in the story, such as right now, there aren’t any terminals in the elevator, lol)
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Chapter 1: City 7
Day 3: Familiar Re-fitting
2017, Present-day September
Location: City 7 Citadel, GEAR floor
The elevator stopped on GEAR’s floor with a soft hiss. The two silently stepped off the elevator, 203 looked about in wonderment at the technology they had in their section of the citadel. She tapped a few buttons on a large machine, the screen glowed to life, with the words “Please insert measurements.” Glowing in a bright blue on the screen. 101 turned around to face 203, leaning back on the console. “<:: I’m assuming you don’t have your measurements?” 203 shook his head, and 101 sighed, taking out measuring tape. “<:: Don’t try anything funny, Two-Oh-Three...” 203 chuckled as she approached with the measuring tape. “<:: With all the time I’ve been in the CCA, I would of thought you’d think I wasn’t into that.” She chuckled back, measuring his leg. <:: You never know...” As she measured, she cleared her throat, and asked. “<:: Whats the craziest thing that happened to you on City 45?” 203 stood with arms out as she measured them. He chuckled, and said. “<:: So, I was answering a radio call...” She chuckled as he spoke. “<:: We found a woman in the D6 entrance, naked, and with crap on her chest.” She looked up, and with curiosity in her voice, she said. “<:: What kind of crap?” “<:: Feces.” 203 said, trying to keep the laughter out of his voice. She giggled, quickly clearing her throat. “<:: Go on.” 203 cleared his own throat, continuing on. “<:: Well, I took her down to the train station, THROUGH the plaza, with everyone watching her.” “We got to the train station, things went smoothly until we got the shirts and stuff, none of them fit.” 101 looked up again. “<:: What, were you feeding her double rations?” 203 shook his head, chuckling. “<::No, her, uh... breasts were too large.” “<:: What’d she have, D’s?” 203 shook his head, and said “<:: N’s, or something.” She burst out laughing. 203 chuckled himself, and finished with “<:: I eventually just taped her jacket together.” She kept laughing, typing his measurements into the computer. “<:: Thats funny...” She typed in a final command, and a rack of clothes appeared out of the wall. 203 took the clothes, noting that they were his Civil Protection gear. He turned towards 101, who was standing right there. “<:: What, have a tiny penis or something?” 203 shrugged, stripping down and quickly putting on his new gear, 101 watched without comment. He curled his fingers, the gloves squeaking slightly from being so new, it was like when he was first fitted with his Civil Protection clothing as a recruit. He sighed softly at the memories. 101 leaned on the console “<:: They fit alright?” 203 nodded, and 101 leaned off the console. “<:: Good, because I wasn’t getting you another pair.” She walked to the elevator “<:: Make sure to log before coming downstairs, I’ll wait for you and we can patrol.” She pressed the button, and descended from sight. 203 walked to one of the consoles, he logged in, and was welcomed to the GEAR page. He opened the log option, and spoke calmly into the mic.
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<::||Alright, well... today, I meet with High command, and Sectorial Commander One-One-Seven-Oh-Seven. Although there was an argument of my presence here, One-One-Seven-Oh-Seven allowed me to stay, even though one of the commanders protested. I was sent down to the GEAR floor to be fitted for my gear. I have to say, its really impressive, a lot better then City Forty five. Hehe, I told One-Oh-One about this crazy story back in Forty Five. This citizen was raped in District six, completely stripped of her clothing, I took her to the train station. I managed to her her fitted with pants and the likes, but her, um, breasts were much too large to fit in any of the jackets. I eventually just taped her jacket together and sent her on her way. Good times, hehe, good times... well, I was fitted with my gear, and it feels like when I was fitted for my gear when I was a recruit, in City Eleven. I’m going to miss City Forty Five, but right now I have to focus on whats going on here. Two-Oh-Three out. ||::>
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Chapter 1: City 7
Day 4: “A guy leaves for a year and look what he comes back to...”
2017, Present-day September
Location: City 7
The elevator hissed as it came to a stop on the ground floor, 203 stepping calmly off the elevator. 101 stood with her arms crossed, a stunstick in her right hand. “<:: Took you long enough.” 203 simply shrugged, unhooking his stunstick from his belt. “<:: Lets go.” She nodded, pressing a button next to the twin double doors. Jets of steam escaped the door as it creaked open, sunlight pouring into the Citadel airlock. They both stepped out into the sunshiny day, making their way out of the barricade’s that surrounded the Citadel. They made their way around the Citadel to the front, passing through another set of barricades, finally outside of the safety of the Citadels walls. “<:: Security’s tight.” 203 said as they left the final barricade. 101 nodded her head in agreement “<:: There’s a rebellion group thats established themselves in the area recently, call themselves 'The Watchers’, I think its pretty silly.” They silently walked down the street towards the train station, 203 turned his head to see two skinny citizens, a man and a woman, sitting next to each other by the wall. The woman looked up at 203, desperation in her eyes. She shot up like a bullet, the man reached out to warn her, but the woman had already lunged forward and clung to 203 like a lifeline. “Please, please!” The woman pleaded, tears beginning to run down her face. “I-I need food! I-I don’t think I’ll go another day!” 203 simply stared the woman down cold, and did what any other self-respecting unit would do. He brought his hand up, putting it on her stomach, and pushed her back violently. The woman fell on her back, shrieking, the man watching in disbelief. 203 reached down onto his belt with his now free right hand, un-clipping his stunstick and activating it with a swift movement of his thumb. He stood over her, the stunstick sparking. The woman only put her hands up to her face, whimpering and shaking like a leaf. “<:: You want something to eat? How about I shove my stunstick down your throat?” He took another step forward, raising his stunstick higher. The woman cried out, curling her legs up to her chest, her hands still over her face. The male got up, looking up at 203. “N-no sir, I th-think she’s had enough.” 203 nodded, he flicked his thumb against the switch, lowering his arm down to his side as his stunstick powered down. “<:: Get out of my sight.” He said grimly. The man pulled on the woman, the woman eventually got up and they left the plaza together. He turned towards 101, who had been watching the whole time with her arms crossed. “<:: That was impressive, I would of thought you were soft like the other Oh-threes.” 203 stifled a chuckle. “<:: I have a lot of experience.” He turned towards the plaza, looking out at all the malnourished citizens. “<:: They seem... skinnier then the citizens in City forty five.” 101 looked out at the citizens, nodding her head in agreement. “<:: We’ve been having ration shortages...” 203 nodded his head grimly. “<:: A guy leaves for a year and look what he comes back to...” He sighed, and continued his patrol with 101.
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Chapter 1: City 7
Day 5: Delta Team
2017, Present-day October
Location: City 7, just outside the Citadel walls
Two-Oh-Three and One-Oh-One found themselves walking down the deserted street that lead to the Citadel. They passed through civilian check into the plaza, crawling with citizens carrying Union-Distributed rations or suitcases filled with what little possessions they were allowed to keep. Two-oh-three felt slightly uneasy about all these citizens in one place, he was afraid of feeling the sharp pain of a knife in his back, and with this crowd it could take days before the suspect was identified, and by then they’d be gone. Two-Oh-Three felt the grip on his stunstick tighten, his jaw clenched in worry. They slowly made their way through the plaza, passing slowly by the train stations, when the double doors flew open with a wooden ‘Snap!’. Two-oh-three whipped around, his thumb against the activation switch, when four Overwatch units emerged from the train station. One stood in front, with a yellow stripe going down the middle of his helmet, and the parts of his armor that were supposed to be red were yellow as well. Another appeared just behind, although his secondary colorization was a light green, he was carrying an OSIPR. The third one had a regular helmet on, but his colorization was orange, and his gauntlet’s were painted orange as well to make up for the helmet, he was carrying a bloodied citizen in his arms. The citizens jump suit was torn, and he hadn’t shaved in days, he was also unconscious. The three Overwatch units began to walk down the stairs towards them, when a forth came out behind the green one. He wore the standard Overwatch Elite armor like his team, with the standard colorization as well. However, there was a red handprint on the front of his white helmet, either in blood or in red paint. He carried a large Overwatch Standard Issue Sniper Rifle. The team of Overwatch elites came walking towards them, the sniper of the team stopping a moment to look down a sewage grate, before dismissing it and catching up with the squad. The squad stopped in front of the pair of CCA officers, the yellow stripped elite nodding towards One-oh-one. “One-oh-one.” He said with a light accent. One-Oh-One nodded in the same fashion “One-One-Thirty-Eight-Zero.” One-one-thirty-eight-zero looked towards Two-oh-three. “Friend of yours?” One-oh-one turned around, noticing Two-oh-three for the first time. “Oh, Two-Oh-three, this is One-one-thirty-eight-zero.” She nodded towards the orange elite, the green elite, and the red elite. “And Twelve-Sixty-Two-Zero, Eleven-Forty-Zero, and Twelve-Oh-Seven-Seven.” One-One-Thirty-Eight-Zero spoke up. “Or you can just call me ‘Boss’, Two-Zero is ‘Scorch’, Four-Oh is ‘Fixer’, and Seven-seven is ‘Sev’.” Two-oh-three nodded. “Who’s Your friend?” Two-oh-three gestured towards the unconscious citizen. Sev spoke up before Boss could “He’s part of the group in the sewers called ‘The Watchers’.” He said in a deep voice. “Wasn’t even good enough to watch his own ass.” He chuckled, and Two-Oh-Three nodded. “Well, I’m sure we’ll speak again, but we’ve got a suspect to interrogate.” Boss said, nodding towards them both, before walking off, his squad trailing behind. Once they were out of ear-shot, Two-Oh-Three turned to One-oh-One. “Who were those guys?” “Delta team.” One-oh-one answer. “Best squad of Overwatch in City Seven, maybe on the whole planet.” She said in wonderment. “Huh.” He said softly. They turned around, continuing their patrol.
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<::||Two-Oh-Three is seen sitting down on a stool in the GEAR quarters, the optics on his msak shining from the light the cam provides. He begins to speak in a vocoded voice.
Alright, well, I was pretty worried about all of this...
Two-oh-three waves his hands slightly in front of him
..Rebel business, but I just saw a squad of Overwatch Elites, not soldiers, Elites! Delta team I think I heard One-oh-one call them. They took down a member of 'The Watchers’ with seemingly no effort. Thank the Benefactors we have them now, or we’d be having trouble keeping a foothold on this city without civilian genocide.
He takes a breath, before continuing
Anyway, so far, I have to say that I’m really liking it here. GEAR is really well stocked, and I could probably be making some good stuff out of all this stuff lying around. This city’s really big though, I mean, huge. I nearly got lost this morning trying to find the RDT! Someone actually had to give me directions! Hehe.. not the best way to show that your a professional unit. Maybe I can get a digital map on my datapad..
He looks down at the datapad attached to his wrist, before turning to the camera.
Well.. I guess thats it for now, since nothing else really has been happening, the only thing this city lacks is City Administrator, yeah.. good ol' City Administrators.. back at City Forty-five.. yeah.. Ahem, unit Two-Oh-Three, out.
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Chapter 1: City 7
Day 6: Counter-measures
2017, Present-day Semptember
Location: City 7 Citadel, GEAR MOC.
Two-oh-three sat alone in the GEAR MOC, he was bent over his right arm, making adjustments to his wrist-mounted datapad. In the time he had been in City 7, he had done a re-work of his wrist datapad, now calling it the Wrist-mounted datapad. He considered adding a 3000 at the end, but that sounded too generic. He replaced the body of the datapad with a more sleeker, darker variant which fit better on his wrist. Rather then just being a simple datapad held to his arm by a leather strap, he made a new body that conformed to his wrist. He also messed about with the wiring to add more space on the inside for other adjustments he might make. As of current, he managed to download a basic program from the Universal Union database that allowed for basic animation. He was bent over his datapad, the screen showed a side view of his arm, clenched into a fist with the fingers of the skeleton being seen through the glove. He jumped slightly when the lift behind him came to a stop with a hiss, he turned, One-oh-one and a few other GEAR units disembarking from the lift, the lift silently lifting higher into the Citadel as they walked to different stations of the MOC. He quietly turned back to his project, adjusting the screen-shown fist to look more natural-looking rather then looking forced and impossible to perform in actual life. He adjusted the thumb to lie between the second section of fingers, just above the nails so that the fist he made was more natural. Two-oh-three felt as if something, or someone, was looming over him. He turned to the right, seeing One-oh-one hunched over with her hands behind her back, looking over his shoulder at the screen on his datapad. After a moment of silence, she spoke.
“<:: What’re you making?”
“<:: I’m making some adjustments to my wrist-mounted datapad.”
“<:: Like?”
“<:: Well, I’m using a animation software to animate a fist, to get better results from my datapad’s counter-measures.”
One-oh-one leaned back, giving Two-oh-three some room.
“<:: Counter-measures?”
Two-oh-three tapped the side of his datapad that faced his hand.
“<:: There are two sets of ‘claws’ that pop out of the front here, I used to have small plates inserted in my glove, but I’m using this animation software to make a more natural fist that will activate said counter-measures.”
One-oh-one nodded in understanding. He turned back to his datapad as One-oh-one turned around towards another worktable. He taped in a few commands, over looking the clenched fist that he made. He saved the project under “Fist” in his datapad, exiting out of the program and putting his datapad into idle mode.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I8ynMoCUHfg
Chapter 2: Invasion
Day 7: Code Black
Present-day October, 2017
Location: The Citadel, GEAR quarters
Two-oh-three sat in the middle of his quarters, screwing in a final screw into his wrist-mounted datapad. He finished screwing, setting the wrench to the side. He had outfitted with a more powerful battery and had added speakers for audio logs. He brought his right hand into his fist, and with a satisfying click, his sharpened ‘Counter-measures’ as he called them, popped out of the front of his datapad, just over his fisted hand, acting as a pair of claws. He brought his arm up, examining them, before releasing his clenched fist, the counter-measures sliding back in. Just then, he began to hear hurried footsteps and yelling. He turned towards the open door, and then began hearing gunfire. It was then a small group of citizens wielding weapons passed by, one on the end was facing right towards him, an MP7 raised. Two-oh-three rose from the stool, charging forward towards them, scrabbling for the USP on his belt. The citizen shot a burst into the panel by the wall, the panel exploding into a shower of sparks. Two-oh-three recoiled, on instinct raising his hands in front of his face. He lowered them as the original panic subsided, the doors shut in front of him. He turned back towards his quarters, walking to the corner to his left, he remembered they had vents in each quarters. Sure enough, a covering just big enough for him to fit through remained at his feet. He crouched down, clenching his right hand into a fist, re-activating the counter-measures. He hooked them on the edge of the vent, digging under it, using it to pop it open. He brought his left hand forward, pulling the vent back and tossing it aside as the vent popped open. He unclenched his fist, the counter-measures sliding back in. He laid down on his stomach, making his slow crawl through the vents.
The hallways were empty, quiet other then the alarms blaring in the background. The vent on the ceiling moved with a metallic clink, before clattering to the floor below. Two-oh-three dropped down on top of it, unslinging his MP7 from his back. He felt his radio buzz in his ear, the Sectorial Commander, One-one-seven-oh-seven roared over the radio. “<:: What the hell is going on here!?” Two-oh-three brought his hand to the side of his helmet, keying his radio. “<:: We have guests, sir.” He said grimly. “<:: I want them dead, as in, yesterday!” He bellowed. Two-oh-three didn’t bother responding, simply starting to jog down the hall, when his radio buzzed in his ear again. “<:: I.. I need someone to come to Recreation.” He recognized it as One-oh-one. “<::Inbound.” He replied, turning and racing back towards the elevators. He swung around the corner, feeling his boots slide along the freshly mopped floors as he slide like an ice-skater until re-gaining his traction, racing into the open elevator, hitting the switch for Recreation.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fi7_TisKMng
The elevator door rang with a light ‘Ding!’ as it reached Recreation, Two-oh-three raced out, his MP7 held tightly in his hands. He scanned the room, until his eyes met One-oh-one, facing the window. He rushed over, nearly out of breath. “I.. whew, I know the view is nice.. but we need to.. we need... to...” He was cut off when she didn’t even turn to acknowledge him, he followed her eyes, and stood in shock as he watched from high above what was transpiring below. The city was in turmoil, various buildings were on fire, and various firefights between Civil Protection and the Rebellion plagued the streets. A hunter chopper spun violently around, the tail on fire. The chopper kept spinning at an un-naturally fast rate, plummeting towards the ground at dangerously fast speeds. It collided with the Plaza UCH, exploding in a ball of fire. Flaming debris flew in all directions, falling down back towards the earth, raining fiery death towards anyone unfortunate enough to be under in its radius. Two-oh-three watched in horror in as the chaos unfolded, smoking dropship SYNTH’s screaming through the sky as they transported Overwatch and CCA alike. His radio buzzing in his ear shook him out of his shell-shock, momentarily. “<:: I’m hearing gunfire outside, too! What the Benefactors is going on!?” One-one-seven-oh-seven boomed. Two-oh-three shakily reached up, keying his mic. “<:: S-sir.. its.. its a full scale uprising..” A few moments of silence, before the elevators ding rang behind them. He turned, seeing the Sectorial Commander himself race up behind them, watching as dumbstruck as they were at the chaos in front of them. He sighed heavily, turning away from the both, before boarding the elevator back up. Two-oh-three had heard stories of uprisings before, City fourteen and City twenty, but he had hoped he would never be pulled into one like this. In fact, he would never have wished it on anybody. The flames of below reflected against One-oh-one’s and Two-oh-three’s optics, painting their optics a fiery orange as they began to feel the dire need of the situation. They turned toward each other, and just then, the loudspeakers inside the Citadel crackled to life, and he heard his radio buzz as well. “<:: This is Sectorial Commander One-one-seven-oh-seven..” He began. “We are currently facing a large force of 647E’s, estimated to be one-thousand plus, give or take.” Two-oh-three stared at One-oh-one, nodding at her direction, as if asking if ready. She returned the nod, the side of her mask painted orange from the light below. “We don’t have the force, nor the resources to take on a force this size.. which is why I am issuing something I had never hoped I would have to say...” A slight pause, before he began to speak again.
“This is Sectorial Commander One-one-seven-oh-seven, initiating socistability level, black.”
“I repeat, Code Black is now effect.”
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0J9PYw1mxDA
Chapter 2: Invasion
Day 8: On the defensive
Present-day October, 2017. Shortly after Code Black is initiated
Location: City 7, Citadel Recreation center
The two GEAR units stood at the window in silence as Dispatch monotonously called out assignments for each unit to carry out during Code Black. Two-oh-three felt uneasy about what could befall him or his friend. Before he knew it, Dispatch had finished with the DAGGER roster, and was moving to GEAR, listing assignments from highest to lowest rank. “<:: Unit: One-zero-one” The Dispatcher echoed flatly, Two-oh-three turned slightly, see One-oh-one tense up in anticipation. “Assignment level: Critical.” Dispatch rang out, Two-oh-three began to feel his chest rise and fall at an increased rate as One-oh-one tipped from side to side uneasily. “Assignment: Hardpoint Shadow.” They both stood motionless for a moment, Two-oh-three looked towards One-oh-one for signs of relief or dread. She remained still, sighing lightly. Two-oh-three stood silent, before speaking softly. “<:: ..Hardpoint Shadow?” She turned towards him, seeming more relaxed. “<:: Its the core.” She said lightly. Two-oh-three nodded slowly, it was better then being on the front lines, he thought without being genuinely positive. She put a hand on his shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze before turning and walking towards the elevator. He watched her as she walked when dispatch rattling off his assignment brought him to his attention. “<:: Unit: Two-zero-three, assignment level: Moderate. Assignment: Hardpoint NOMAD.” Two-oh-three stood still a moment, racking his mind as he tried to remember where Hardpoint NOMAD was. He then remembered that it was the entrance of floor ION, the location of the room that controlled some of the functions on the ground below, and had an elevator leading to the Core. Two-oh-three felt uneasy about this task, he would surely be feeling the pain before One-oh-one did, he thought somberly. He turned towards the elevator, unslinging his MP7 from his back, sliding the frontal grip into his left hand, wrapping his fingers tightly around it as he stepped inside, and hit the button for floor ION.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b37oI_kiO08
Moments later, one of the elevator doors on floor ION hissed open, a unit in a slightly dirty uniform stepped out, MP7 in hand. Two-oh-three surveyed his surroundings, he turned to his left, and broke into a light jog. He swung a right around a corner and saw barricades scattered around in front of another elevator. A unit in a bloodied uniform turned around, his optics shining briefly in the light. Two-oh-three slowed his approach, nodding towards the unit, until he noticed his armband. The unit followed his eyes, before turning towards him and shaking his hand in front of him. “<:: No need to salute me, nows not the time.” Two-oh-three nodded, the unit extended a hand. “<:: Unit Four-seventeen, DAGGER division.” Two-oh-three took his left hand off his MP7, grasping Four-seventeen‘s hand. “<:: Two-oh-three, GEAR division.” He said in a similar manner. Four-seventeen nodded, releasing his grip. Two-oh-three put his left hand back on the frontal grip of his MP7. “<:: Where do you need me, sir?” He said with in a eager tone. “<:: Left flank could use a man.” Two-oh-three nodded, before striding up to the left barricade. As he crouched down, the faint metallic humming of an elevator began to become apparent as the hallway went deathly silent. A light ding as the sign above the elevator flashed the word ECHO in black letters with a bright yellow background. The elevator was coming up from floor ECHO, the words quickly changing to HELIX as the elevator rang. In one movement, each unit, Two-oh-three included, raised their weapons to their optics, their stiff uniforms making a satisfying “Snap!” The elevator rang again, the word changing to HUNTER. Two-oh-three hooked the frontal grip of his MP7 onto the barricade, keeping it up slightly so he could still hold it, but enough to use the barricade as a bipod. The elevator ringed, the word changing to JUDGE. The room fell silent as suspense hung heavily in the air. The elevator rang again, the sign reading ION in black and bold letters. The doors slide open with a hiss, Two-oh-three felt his finger twitch as the elevators clicked metallically open, not a single soul within it. Two-oh-three relaxed slightly, when two MP7 wielding resistance members popped out of each side of the doorway, firing down the narrow corridor. Two-oh-three squeezed on the trigger of his MP7, sending a HK 4.6x30mm hailstorm towards the pair of attackers. The other units opened fired as well, peppering the walls with bullet holes. One of the resistance gripped his arm as a bullet grazed him, his face contorted in pain as he stumbled into the line of fire, being torn into a ribbons by the SMG gunfire. The other one ducked away for a moment, only to round a corner with a grenade in hand, the light on the top of the dusty and crude tube strobed in a red crimson. Two-oh-three adjusted his aim, before firing a quick burst into his thigh. The man stumbled, the grenade slipping out of his hand as he gripped his leg. He was torn into a bloody mess before he even hit the ground, a pool of blood spreading around him as the grenade hit the floor, the red light strobed once again before chirping. “<:: Everybody down!” Four-seventeen yelled. Two-oh-three took his MP7 off the barricade, tucking his head down into his chest as the grenade chirped once more, before chirping in rapid succession and exploding violently, sending shrapnel scattering in all directions. He peeked over the barricade, the body was missing its left arm and half of its left side. Two-oh-three turned away, feeling his stomach knot up as he started to shake slightly. Four-seventeen turned to one of the units to the right. “<:: Check the elevator.” He said softly. The unit nodded, getting out from behind the barricade and vaulting over it, raising his MP7 as he approached the elevator carefully. He nervously peeked inside, looking around the corners, before beginning to turn around. A green-black blur dropped from the ceiling behind the unsuspecting unit as he began to raise a thumbs-up. He brought a large knife from behind him, the knife shining in the light as the resistance member reached forward with his free hand, and pulled the unit to his chest, and sunk the large knife in his throat, the unit let out a choked cry of pain, his arms reaching up towards his neck as his legs thrashed about for oxygen. The resistance member looked around the unit, his face visible. He wore a deranged smile on his face, his black hair in shambles as the blood ran down the units vest. A few units raised their weapons, when Four-seventeen raised his hand. “<:: Hold your fire!” He yelled. The man smiled as he dug the knife further into the units throat, the unit making desperate gasps for air as the knife further cut off his windpipe. The man reached to his left as the unit began to go limp, the blood by now pooling on the floor. He pushed one of the buttons, before pushing the unit away, the unit landing in a heap in front of the elevator, blood quickly pooling from his neck. The elevator doors hissed closed as FLATLINE units began rushing forward. The lowest rank came to a crouch next to the unit, he remained silent a moment, before lowering his head and shaking it side to side somberly. The sign above the elevator read ION, the elevator had yet to move. “<:: I want GEAR units on that door, pronto!” Two-oh-three remained where he was, a large lump lodged in his throat as he just witnessed the horror put forth. His hands shook as he began to feel hot tears run down his face under his helmet. He reached back shakily, un clipping the two clips on each side of his mask, sliding it off momentarily to wipe away his tears. He felt a hand drape itself on his shoulder, he looked up as Four-seventeen looked down at him. “<:: You alright?” He asked with a hint of concern. Two-oh-three nodded, feeling his lip quiver slightly as he tried to answer. “Y-yeah.. I-I’ll be..” He rubbed his eyes again, the irritation from crying starting to bother him as Four-seventeen got him to his feet. “<:: First time seeing a unit killed right in front of you?” Two-oh-three nodded numbly. “<:: Let me tell ya’ right now, ‘Three, you never, ever, get used to it.” Two-oh-three nodded, flashing a weak smile as he found the light humor in his advice, before sliding his mask back on. “<:: Yes sir.” He said with a downed cheerfulness. Four-seventeen nodded curtly, before they both turned towards a unit rushing towards them. “<:: Sir!- Four-seventeen, He- he’s gone sir.” Four-seventeen turned fully towards him, leaning forward in astonishment. “<:: He’s what!?” The unit stuttered nervously. “<:: Yo-you.. you better just see for yourself..” The three of them walked towards the elevator, both of them stopping in shock as their eyes seemed to lie to them both. The man was gone, the only hint of his escape being the vent on the floor and the dark square shaped hole in the ceiling.
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So amazing to read. Please continue :-)
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jB2D7P_fEf4
Chapter 2: Invasion
Day 9: The Gauntlet
Present-day October, 2017. Shortly after the Citadel is breached
Location: ION floor
The floor of ION bustled with light activity as they awaited for the Resistance to break through the defenses down stairs. The elevator had already went down by itself shortly after the escape of the crazed knife-wielding resistance member. They waited for their bloody that awaits them. Two-oh-three shifted uneasily as the pressure started to weigh down on him. He turned towards Four-seventeen as he rallied units to their designated positions, watching as some other GEAR units set up a pulse-turret. They started to mount the turret to the barricade, fastening it down when the elevator rang, the words changing to ECHO, quickly passing onto HELIX as the elevator rang like a bell sounding to the apocalypse. That made any units not manning the barricades rush into them, sliding into their posts as they got into a crouch behind the barricade, MP7's and USP match’s at the ready. The elevator rang once again, the sign changing to HUNTER as the units finished setting up the gun. After a moment, the elevator rang again, the sign changing to JUDGE. A unit was assigned to the pulse-turret, he cocked the bolt back with a satisfying click as he aimed down the corridor. The elevator rang one last time, the sign changing to ION. The tension hung heavily in the air as the elevator doors began to creak open, and the metallic banging further away signaled something in the vents...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lcFdB1lTIRA
With a final groan, the elevators hastily opened, a large group of resistance pouring out with a mixture of MP7‘s and SPAS-12‘s. Both sides began firing, an exchange of hot lead and slugs and pulse rounds between each side. Two-oh-three kept aim on the resistance in front, firing in short bursts at center body mass. One of the vents behind them kicked open, and three resistance members crawled out, MP7‘s in hand. A bullet skimming by his helmet and hitting the barricade in front of him brought him to his senses, he quickly swung around, his MP7 aimed towards the resistance thats gathered behind. He quickly took a risk and shot past Four-seventeen, nailing one of the resistance in the leg, his face cringed in pain as he tumbled to the ground. Four-seventeen looked at Two-oh-three in astonishment when he saw the resistance behind him, he drew a USP match and quickly dispatched the one he wounded via a bullet to the forehead. Quickly readjusting, Two-oh-three began to start firing at the second one, the second one took notice as he started to spray his MP7 in his direction. Two-oh-three jumped to his right as the bullets pounded the barrier behind him, leaving holes in the metallic frame. He quickly aimed his MP7, firing wildly towards him. The resistance member took a burst to the chest, he tumbled backwards before falling directly on his back, coughing up blood as he gasped for oxygen. Two-oh-three pulled the trigger of his MP7 to quickly dispatch him, but found he had ran out of ammo. He began reaching for a new magazine, when the resistance member reached for his MP7 that he dropped, shakily aiming down the sight as blood ran down his chin. Two-oh-three looked up slightly, the barrel shining in the light with the rebels smug smile seen through the sight, Two-oh-three reached down, missing his mag pouch, and instead reaching for the USP match on his belt. He whipped it out, aiming the business end towards him, firing two rounds as the resistance fired a burst towards him. The first round hit him in the hand, the MP7 going in the air as the rounds went uselessly into the ceiling. The second round hit home, digging a skull tunnel through his forehead as the bullet exploded out the other side. Two-oh-three let out a relieved breath as the third one was dispatched by Four-seventeen. He holstered his USP match and reloaded his MP7. He turned back towards the elevator to see that the resistance was taken care of, but the banging in the vents didn’t reassure him. He sat in wait for the next wave.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lcpd0lhYMQI
Chapter 2: Invasion
Day 10: Heavy Price to Pay
Present-day october 2017, a few hours into the Citadel being breached
Location: ION floor
The remaining units manning the barricade stood quietly facing the elevator, as the light ding rang out from different directions. The light banging in the vents began to come close, growing ever louder as the units awaited a desperate charge. However grim it seemed, they weren’t going to allow passage to the core without fighting for it first. The elevator continued to ring as it got higher, just now passing floor HUNTER. Two-oh-three shifted uneasily, sweat running down his the back of his neck as he thought back as far as he could remember. Remembering City Eight, and a woman he remembered faintly as Alice. He could feel stress and turmoil associated with her when he thought back, but he couldn’t put his finger on why. They were transferred back to City eighteen after a majority of City Eight had been abandoned. He couldn’t remember what happened there, other then saving up loyalist points, which brought him to City eleven, where he was recruited for the Combine Civil Authority. The training was long and brutal, and the lectures were hard to bear, but misery loves company. There was another recruit he had grown friends with, Five-seventy was his Unit ID. He thought back to the other units he’s met over the year, codes of numbers tumbling through his mind. He lightly shook his head as the elevator passed floor JUDGE. He unloaded his MP7 and slide in a fresh magazine, he pulled the bolt back as he loaded it, the bolt clicking satisfyingly as the bullet ejected itself from the chamber, being quickly replaced by a fresh one as it tumbled to the ground. He held his MP7 at his hip as each and every last unit did the same, they’re uniforms snapping perfectly in unison. The bangs in the vent began to ring in his ears, like the large bells that hung at the top of a church. Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong! The elevator finally rang out, the room deathly silent as the sign above read ION.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4rskWrDDFTg
The doors to the elevator slide open with a satisfying bang, resistance beginning to pour out as the vents above and to the sides of the elevator broke open, resistance emerging from each like Antlions from a hole. The units manning the barricades opened fire with a barrage of gunfire, beginning to shred the resistance as they approached, until they began firing back. Units began falling in a heap on the ground as rounds shred through their vests or blew a hole through their helmets. Two-oh-three peered to his right and saw Four-seventeen firing a pistol one handed, the other hand behind him holding a spare radio. Two-oh-three began backing away slightly, just enough to get a them off him for a moment. He sprayed his MP7 in wide arcs, spraying it as if it were a flamethrower, when his MP7 refused to fire. He ducked behind a barricade as other units continued to fight back the growing army flooding the corridor. He ejected the magazine from his MP7, and slide a new one in, pushing the bolt back as he stood back up again, firing from the hip in bursts. The resistance kept pouring on the pressure as they began to make it to the first barricade, the ones attempting to climb over dispatched quicker then the ones not trying to. Amongst all the carnage, Two-oh-three could faintly hear One-oh-one’s voice through the radio system. “<:: Thi- *Static* -Ne-oh-on- *Static* -ore breached! *Static* Require assista- *Static* -Immediately!” After that the radio went static and he couldn’t hear anything other then ghosts and echos. He turned towards Four-seventeen, who was looking at him at the exact same moment, he waved his hand back behind him. “<:: Go!” He yelled, turning back quickly to combat the horde of resistance. Two-oh-three whipped around, racing through the packed corridor of units, before rounding the corner towards the control room. He saw an Oh-four pass him with a USP match in his hand, he heard a metallic banging behind him, followed by a gunshot. He kept sprinting, hopping the unit had the situation handled. As he sprinted through the control room, he slammed his fist against the terminal, shutting the bulkhead behind him. He rounded the corner, ignoring the terminals as he boarded the lift to the core. He pushed the up button with his forefinger, and wrapped his fingers around the grip of his MP7 as the lift began to steadily rise. As the lift grew closer to its destination, he could see the glass above, and could see the gunfire being exchanged. As he reached the top, the window exploded with blood, a shot pinging the wall behind him as a resistance member slumped against the window. He lumbered forward, raising his MP7 as he whipped around to his left, when two armed men in vests fired in bursts towards him. He ducked back into cover, the bullets peppering the wall to his side. He leaned out of cover, aiming down the laser sight as he returned fire, firing a burst into the chest on his right. The mans face contorted in pain as he brought his hand to his bleeding chest, he crumpled to the ground, a small pool of blood forming as he stirred. Not dead, but out of commission. He thought positively. He took a deep inhale as he rounded the corner, strafing right as he fired in continual bursts towards the last one. He stumbled backwards as one round grazed his arm, doubling over as another penetrated his stomach, and reared back as one hit him square on the top of the head, he fell on his back, blood pouring steadily out of his stomach and head. He rushed forward, kicking the MP7 out of reach from the last one and quickly firing a burst into his back. He frantically searched the area, the area littered with bodies of resistance and civil protection alike. He made his way outside, and slowed to a stop in horror as he watched the rebel from before, the one who escaped the elevator, sink a large knife into One-oh-one’s stomach. She was doubled over as he held her by the throat, smiling manically as she slowly drained away. Two-oh-three took a few steps forward, before raising his MP7. “<:: Hold it right there!” He yelled at the top of his lungs. The rebel turned, his smile growing broader as he noticed him. He began to adjust his aim, when he jerked the knife in One-oh-one’s stomach, causing her to yell out in pain. “Nu-uh-ah..” He cooed, his smile still present. “You’re friend lives.. when we fight by my rules.” He said darkly. Two-oh-three lowered his MP7, before tossing it to the ground, he made his right hand into a fist, engaging the counter-measures in his datapad. He nodded in approval, delicately sliding the large knife out of her stomach, before dropping her down on the ground, the knife dripping with blood. He grinned as he licked the loose blood droplets off the blade, his long black hair hiding one of his eyes. He struck a combat stance, showing he must be experienced in close-quarters combat. Two-oh-three stood with his counter-measure arm to his side, his side facing him. The sun was setting just over the horizon, casting the area around them a light orange as the sun reflected off the glass. The sun also was causing a perfect cast of the two silhouettes as they prepared for their standoff.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7KtnMSGxHRY
The sun cast a shadow on the roof of the Citadel as the two men faced each other, half of the roof shaded as each man stood at either side. Two-oh-three took a step forward, being hesitant as a cut from the knife and he was done for. The rebel must of knew that fact himself, knowing the same case with Two-oh-three’s counter-measures, but still kept his confident smile. The man leaned forward slightly before charging forward, knife trailing behind him as Two-oh-three began to sprint forward, his right hand held high as if in an attempt to strike him. They both met at the spot where the shadow and the light met. The man brought his knife down on him, Two-oh-three bringing his wrist up to protect his face. The large knife struck his counter-measures, sparks flying as the two metallic objects scraped against each other. The man kept pressure with his knife, pushing down on Two-oh-three as he attempted to keep on his feet. After a moment, Two-oh-three clenched his free hand into a fist, delivering an upper cut into his ribs. The man doubled over, releasing the pressure on him. He straightened up, charging forward with his fist held high when the man brought his knife up, batting his counter-measures away like any sword fighter would. Two-oh-three kept the pressure on, slicing and dicing as he tried to find a weak spot as the man continued to block his attacks almost effortlessly. He finally decided enough was enough, he lashed out, striking Two-oh-three in the knee. Two-oh-three stumbled to a knee, yelling out as the pain exploded through his body. He swung the knife in an arch towards his neck, Two-oh-three brought his wrist back up, putting his free hand on it to support it as the knife struck against his counter-measures. He reared back slightly as the knife connected, slightly off balance as the man delivered a jarring kick to his helmet, throwing him to the floor. He felt his vision blur, his ears ringing as he felt his foot on his chest. His blurry eyes subsided, and in front of his eyes a large blade hovered inches from his throat. “Looks like you lost.” The man sneered. Two-oh-three only stifled a small chuckle, replying with a slight southern accent. “<:: Nope.” He brought his hand back, putting some power into it as he thrust it forward, into the leg pinning his chest down. Blood leaked out of the cracks between the hole in his leg and his counter-measures as the man howled with pain, immediately releasing pressure on his chest. Two-oh-three lashed forward with his foot, kicking him off him, causing him to stumble and fall on his back. Two-oh-three quickly leapt to his feet, he crouched down slightly, not even giving the man any last words as he raised his fist in the air, his counter-measures aimed down towards his chest. His hand and datapad blocked the sun momentarily as he brought it down, the counter-measures piercing the base of his neck, blood squirting out like an impaled orange as blood began to sodden his counter-measures, sprinkling the top of his gloves with blood. “<:: You lose...” He said quietly, with a soft humor as he twisted the counter-measures ninety degrees, squirting small droplets of blood onto his mask and vest. He stood up as the man gargled and choked, blood dripping from his mouth as he snarled at him like an animal. He delivered a blunt kick to the side of his head, his eyes shutting close as he looked around in a daze. “<:: Ah.. shut up.” The man continued to choke on his blood as it stained his black hair red, his eyes beginning to slowly roll up his head as his breathing quickened. With a final shudder, the man’s head lightly tapped against the ground, making a light metallic bang as he went motionless, the only movement being his blood making a steady pool around him. “<:: Hmph.” Two-oh-three huffed, he relaxed his fist, the bloody counter-measures sliding back inside with a light metallic click as he turned to the prone One-oh-one, quickly jogging towards her.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cQQ4ME22Lx8
Two-oh-three hastily crouched to One-oh-one’s side as she turned to acknowledge him, blood bleeding profusely from her stomach. “<:: One-oh-one...” Two-oh-three said quietly, trying to hide the tears starting to form in his eyes. She coughed lightly, taking a troubled breath as she spoke. “Two-oh-three..” She said quietly, an edge in her voice. Two-oh-three began to breath heavily in worry, feeling as if there’s something he could do. He hunched over her, looking down the hole, noticing it went all the way through and grazed her spine. He swallowed, having trouble from the large lump beginning to form. “Tw.. I.. I’ll be fine...” She said, her voice going gravely quiet, quivering lightly as a light sniffle was heard behind her mask. “<:: Y-you.. you called FLATLINE while.. while I was fighting..?” He said, starting to feel tears roll down his cheeks as his voice shook. One-oh-one shook her head gravely, her hands shaking lightly as she sniffed louder, a choked cry coming from her throat. Two-oh-three crawled forward slightly, his voice barely a whisper as he began to cry. “<:: One-oh-one.. One-oh-one you can’t.. you can’t go!” He yelled, already crying as his voice shook. One-oh-one merely shook her head slowly as she laid back down on the ground, choked crying coming from her mask. Two-oh-three inched forward, he slide his right hand under her neck, using his other hand to support her head as he lifted her head and neck up to look at him. “Two-oh-three.. I..” She made a horrific gasp, leaning forward lightly as she had a short coughing fit, before relaxing in his grip. “<::..I...” She let out only a choked sob, her hands going limp as her head tilted back in his hands. Two-oh-three shook, choked sobs coming from his throat as he tried to pull himself together, but to no avail. “<:: No...” He murmured. He began to sob, pulling her lifeless body into his chest, holding her head against his chest. “<:: Please...” He sobbed. “<:: Don’t go...” Her lifeless body refused to respond as he held her in his arms, his shoulders rising and falling softly. He continued to cry, the top of his helmet lightly touching the top of hers as a pool of blood accumulated around her. He held her in his arms for a few minutes, eventually falling silent with the occasional sniffle or sob. He took his right hand off the back of her helmet, sliding it under her knees as he, with difficulty, lifted her up in his arms, holding her lifeless body in a bridal carry. He numbly walked towards the Cryogenic pods that were located on the same floor, the only sounds on the top of the Citadel was the lonely blowing of the wind and the soft march of his footsteps. He opened the door to the Cryogenic bay, walking down the long white hallway down with rows upon rows of pods, each one holding a body. Each pod a unit ID on each, Two-oh-three looked down both sides at the many numbers digitally inscribed on each. He stopped at the end, where an open pod lay open. He set One-oh-one’s corpse inside, crossing her arms over her chest as he got onto the end, and pushed the pod into the wall, sealing the corpse inside. The digital reading inscribed her Unit ID: “101“ next to her pod. Two-oh-three slide his mask off, his eyes red with tears, sniffing back tears as he stood in silence by the pod, wondering if he should stay with it. He lightly licked his lips, stifling a soft sniffle as he hooked his mask back on, clipping back to the other half of his helmet. He snapped a crisp salute to the pod, waiting a few seconds before returning to at ease.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZCk4RiKH9H0
As Two-oh-three somberly walked down the end of the hall, he felt his heart begin to race. His left fist clenching as his pace quickened, his jaw clenching as his sadness and sorrow was filled with rage and the thirst for revenge. He slammed on the button to the Cryogenic chambers, briskly walking back onto the roof of the Citadel as he approached the slain man from before, a large pool of blood surrounding him. Two-oh-three bent down, grabbing the side of the body as he heaved it above his head, the legs and arms dangling as he steadily approached the core. He stood at the edge, the core a bottomless chasm of electric energy and plasma. He let out a fierce cry, leaning forward and tossing the body into the chasm. The body’s limbs trailed after it as it hit the center post, electricity and combine energy pulsing through his body as he continued to plummet down the chasm. He began to bang against the walls of the core, his body turning charred black as it began to disintegrate. The body began to fade away as it began to disappear into the blue-green energy of the core, each and every strand of DNA, skin, blood, and hair fading away as it disappeared forever, no evidence of the corpse ever existing. Two-oh-three stood staring down the chasm as his optics reflected the blue-green energy from the core, burning with everlasting light. He turning on his heel, briskly walking towards the lift as he unslung his MP7 from his back, satisfyingly slapping it into his hand. He pressed the button for floor ION as he stepped on the lift, the lift steadily descending back down.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HPVO4ICbWIA
Chapter 2: Invasion
Day 11: Opening the Floodgate’s
Present-day October, 2017.
Location: ION floor
The lift let out a soft hiss as it arrived back on ION, Two-oh-three silently stepping off, surveying his surroundings. The hall was filled with units, most covered in blood. He delicately tread through the hallway soaked in blood, his boots only lightly clicking with each step. He made his way over to Four-seventeen, he had a blood soaked Tourniquet wrapped around his chest. Two-oh-three nodded lightly “<:: How is everyone?”
“<:: Most of us are alive, but we have a few... permanent casualties.”
“<:: Will they be amputated?”
“<:: We don’t know yet, we’re still sifting through who’s still useful and whos not.”
Two-oh-three only stifled a stiff nod, fearing for the worse. Four-seventeen tilted his head, looking behind him. “<:: One-oh-one upstairs?” Two-oh-three swallowed a lump in his throat as he spoke. “<:: Yeah... permanently.” Four-seventeen’s head tilted back slightly, almost as if in shock. “<:: Geez.. sorry to hear about it, 'Three.” Two-oh-three merely shook his head somberly, looking about as units struggled to get to their feet. “<:: So, whats the plan?”
“<:: The Commander wants us holding here.”
“<:: We can’t take another wave, and the Commander should know that!” Four-seventeen merely shrugged, crossing his arms and gesturing behind Two-oh-three. “<:: Got a problem with it, talk to the commander.” Two-oh-three looked over his shoulder, watching the Commander as he loaded pulse rounds into an OSIPR. “<:: I’ll do one better..” He turned himself around, walking up with disguised confidence towards the Commander, Three-four-three-oh-seven, he stopped just a foot in front of him, even sitting down the Commander was still eye level with him. He looked up from his OSIPR, his orange optics eyeing Two-oh-three before he spoke, his voice gravely like before. “<:: Ah, the former Officer approaches..” The commander said in a mocking tone, before looking back down at his OSIPR. “<:: What do you want?”
“<:: I want a plan.”
“<:: We stay here and hold off, plain and simple.”
“<:: It isn’t going to work.” The commander lifted his gaze, almost as if disbelief. He set his OSIPR to the side, he stood up, towering over Two-oh-three as he spoke in a hard tone. “<:: Oh it won’t..?” Two-oh-three nodded, drumming his fingers nervously along his thigh, doing his best to keep his voice straight. “<:: Another wave and we’ll be done for, sir.” The Commander merely chuckled darkly. “<:: Ask the units what they want, then...” Two-oh-three turned his head back towards the rows of units, some of them barely able to stand, and some having Synthetic limbs attached. He turned back towards the Commander. “<:: I will, then.” He turned himself around, hearing the Commander chuckle darkly before sitting himself back on his crate. Two-oh-three took a few steps forward, stopping just as the wounded units started. He had doubts in his mind that after all these units had been through, that they would want to keep fighting against impossible odds.
He cleared his throat.
“<:: A-attention!” He yelled. As he did so, units began to turn their heads, some units began turning their heads as their limbs were sawed off. He paused, he got their attention, now what? “<:: Our..” He began, running on a blank, when suddenly he began to draw inspiration. “<::..Our fight is in the streets, with the Resistance and the bastard Watchers!” Units threw their arms in the air, yelling out proudly. The Commander sighed lightly, speaking just behind him. “<:: Fine.. we’ll remain here... and hold out as long as we can.” Two-oh-three turned around, speaking loud enough for the others to hear. “<:: Didn’t you hear me? We’re doomed if we stay.” He took a step forward, throwing an arm to the side. “<:: An army of 647E’s, the Watchers, have us in their sights. We barely survived them in waves!” The Commander stiffened, his fists clenching. “And you, Oh-three, just treated your Commander with disrespect! Maybe the Watchers isn’t all I should be worried about...” He paused, before remembering what he had heard about City Twenty, and how a resistance can start with a single spark. “<:: It takes but an idea to destroy a fortress, if we give up now, they’ll wipe out our entire city!” The Commander stomped forward, as if about to engage in conflict, when a voice boomed out with authority. “<:: Enough!” A large unit in a Commanders uniform strode around the corner, but had a Sectorial armband and optics. Each masked head in the room turned towards the Sectorial Commander as he spoke. “<:: As much as I hate to disagree...” He turned towards Two-oh-three, looking down at him with his arms crossed behind his back in a formal manner. “<:: But Two-oh-three has a point.” The Commander turned towards his in disbelief. “<:: Are you kidding me!?” He roared. “<:: You’re listening to.. to an Oh-three over how we should strike!?” The Sectorial Commander nodded, keeping rather calm. “<:: We should atleast try, find out for sure if its a death march.” The Commander strode forward slightly. “<:: What we should do, sir, is understand, clearly, that this is City Sevens final stand.” He turned slightly towards the other units watching, Two-oh-three included. “<:: Here, at the Citadel.” He clenched a fist, throwing to the side as he emphasized his point. “<:: We go we risk everything, every last unit, synthetic and machine. If we stand our ground...” He lowered his head slightly. “<:: ..We might just have a chance.”
“<:: No..” One-one-seven-oh-seven spoke, taking a few steps forward with his hands behind his back. “<:: If Two-oh-three is wrong about his plan...” He turned towards Two-oh-three, his optics reflecting the light from above. “<:: Then the resistance has already won.” The Commander sighed lightly, putting a hand to his mask as it slowly slide down. “<:: The Citadel..-” He lightly raised his hands, only up to his waist, lowering them back down to his side as he paced. “<::-Is all we have left..” He finally turned towards Two-oh-three. “<:: You really think this plan of yours has a chance of working?” Two-oh-three stood straight as he answered. “<:: Sir-” He nodded confidently. “<::-Yes sir.” He remained still as the Commander sighed, shaking his head lightly. “<:: This is either the best decision you’ve ever made or the worst..” He looked down at the floor, not meeting their gaze. “<:: Hell of it is, ‘Three..” He began to look up, meeting Two-oh-three’s gaze. “<:: I doubt I’ll live long enough to find out which...” He turned around, his head lowered as he sat back down on the crate, examining his OSIPR. He turned back towards the Sectorial Commander, who stood with his arms crossed over his chest. “<:: So now that we have a plan, how do we plan on getting down?” Two-oh-three turned towards the elevator doors, which were pried open, the dark shaft visible. “<:: The lifts lost function a while ago, one went all the way down to the basement.” Four-seventeen said from behind. Two-oh-three stared at the shaft, his eyes fixated on metallic, blue, elevator railing.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R9wo1H1hOvc
(// I highly recommend that you skip to 2:38, do it for the sake of City 7!)
Chapter 2: Invasion
Day 12: The Push
Present-day october, 2017. Shortly after “The Coup”, is staged.
Location: City 7, The Citadel
The first floor of the Citadel was buzzing with activity, the resistance moving frantically to get all the supplies they could. As they worked, they were too busy to notice the insignificant detail that the railing for the lifts were lightly vibrating. One of the resistance carrying a crate turned towards the rail as its vibrating began to get more severe, almost completely noticeable now. He cocked a brow, tilting his head up towards the second floor. Nothing. He frowned skeptically, perhaps it was just another lift falling down. As he turned to exit, he saw something plummeting towards them in the dark void above. He swung his head back around, only to see a unit in a dirty uniform covered in oil and blood stains slide down towards him, MP7 held in his right hand as his left arm and both legs wrapped around the railing as he slide down. The unit pulled the trigger on his MP7, the SMG pulsating forward and back in his hand as the mans chest exploded with each shot, he tumbled backwards, the crate flattening him. As the unit continued to fire down at the resistance below, and as they began to acknowledge what was happening, more and more units followed, each wielding something different, from USP matches to OSIPR’s. The resistance below didn’t even have enough time to drop what they were carrying before being mowed down, the floor and walls of the Citadel being painted blood red. As the unit who kicked the attack off first, Two-oh-three swung himself off the railing as he reached the floor below, whipping around and firing in controlled bursts towards the fleeing resistance. More and more units gradually began to drop down onto the floor next to Two-oh-three, he waved his arm forward towards the door as they began to run out of room on the first floor. “<:: Push forward!” He yelled, walking forward with his MP7 held to his optics as they eliminated the remaining resistance inside. They jogged forward, the light beeping of a terminal heard shortly before the large bulkhead gates screeched open, sunlight pouring inside. The mass of units poured out of the entrance of the Citadel, guns blazing as they shot outwards towards the resistance that had hid behind the barricades outside. But this time, the resistance was prepared. CCA unit and Resistance alike tumbled to the ground in a bloody heap as the gunfire was exchanged. “<:: Keep the pressure on!” The commander roared, his OSIPR’s barrel exploding blue amongst all the yellow. The CCA continued to flood from the Citadel, a tidal wave of crisp, dirty uniforms and white masks. The resistance began to fall back from the barricades, running down either side of the street towards the city streets. Two-oh-three smiled under his mask as the mob of units began to pick up speed, from a slow walk to a full on sprint as the sound of boots against concrete echoed for all of the city to hear. As they ran, Two-oh-threes radio buzzed in his ear. “<:: We’ve gotten this far, now everyone make a circle around the outer-gates and push outwards! Operation: Tidal wave is now in effect!” The Sectorial Commander yelled over the radio. As the mob of units reached the gate to the outer-gates of the Citadel, units began to branch off to either side, circling around the walls until meeting up on the other side. Two-oh-three stood at the mouth of the gate, the train station just ahead. “<:: Ready weapons!” The Commander roared over the comms. Each unit took their weapons to their chest, before whipping it out in front of them with the barrel aimed outwards, the satisfying snap of a crisp uniform cascading across the city.
“<:: Administer!”
The circle of units, just a single line of units, began to march forward with boots parading across the concrete, firing outwards towards the resistance as they fought in alleys, in streets, and in courtyards. As they began to push outwards as one gigantic tidal wave, resistance members began to tumble forward on their stomachs as blood pooled from various parts of their bodies. Things began to look up for the CCA, it seemed like they had this in the bag, when the sound of multiple “Thumps!” coming from all directions tainted their spirits. A high pitched whistling came from above, small smoke trails from all around cascading down. Two-oh-three dove to the ground, his chest slamming into the concrete as an explosion rocked him from behind, obliterating the spot he was just in and knocking a couple of units off their feet. He looked over his shoulder, one unit was on the ground screaming as his arm from the elbow down was missing. Two-oh-three painfully stood up as resistance members began to flood back into the streets, guns blazing. Two-oh-three and the other units who were lined up with him quickly scattered, finding cover behind broken buildings and tossed over mailboxes. As gunfire was exchanged, the circle of units began breaking apart as each individual unit dove for cover, some not being so lucky in this venture. Two-oh-three looked around the corner of his piece of cover, noticing the exposed metal coil that held up a corner of the UCH, just above a group of resistance who were firing from chest high pieces of cover. Two-oh-three leaned around the corner, and fired in short controlled bursts. But not at the resistance, he fired at the exposed metal coil, his bullets pinging off the coil as it broke. Just as he predicted, there wasn’t a coil on the roof connecting to the coil in the corner. Concrete and plaster rained down from above, peppering the resistance as they tumbled to the floor, heads bleeding in a daze. With this new chance that had arisen, Two-oh-three and the units with him on that street opened fire, blood exploding from the chests and shoulders of the resistance as they tumbled backwards onto the ground. Two-oh-three sighed lightly, all the concrete and plaster had blocked the path to the main plaza, cutting off access to the train station. They would have to circle around through the ruined buildings and alleys, he thought grimly. He waved the units with him over to him as he entered through a hole in the UCH wall, weapon raised.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aYYgsdg-T7M
Chapter 2: Invasion
Day 13: Smoke and Mirrors
Present-day October, 2017
Location: City 7, in a crumbling apartment complex
As the three Metro police entered the apartment complex, two-oh-three already felt that he had locked himself into a concrete coffin. He peered over his shoulder, looking over the two units. Note to self: install program in helmet that displays unit ID by scanning their biosignal. Yeah, he’d have to make that, if he, well, survived. He only sighed lightly under his breath, one of them was a DAGGER oh-four and another was a FLATLINE oh-three. As they walked through the dark corridor, Two-oh-three began to notice how much the building was in structural disrepair. There were holes in the wall, some larger then others and exposing the frames of the walls. He peered up at the ceiling, looking over the cracks that snaked across the surface of the ceiling, every couple of seconds some dust from above would flutter down towards them. Two-oh-three looked back ahead of him with dread filling up inside of him, he looked over his shoulder again, noticing the two units behind him were actually checking their corners. Two-oh-three actually felt ashamed of himself for not making that his top-priority, instead of looking at cracked ceilings and holes in walls. When the next hole came up, he leaned forward slightly as he walked, aiming the barrel of his MP7 into the empty, almost foreboding room. The lack of light from the outside and the light sprinkling of dust from above made it look... grey. He straightened up as soon as he had gotten an eyeful, spinning the barrel of his MP7 back down the hallway. Two-oh-three licked his lips nervously, shaking some of the loose dust off his shoulders. Come on, just jump out already! He moved his head idly from left to right as he walked forward, slowing down slightly as they reached a four-way intersection. He lowered his MP7 slightly, peering around the corner to his right, the only possible target being the dust bunnies curled up on the floor. He peered over his shoulder as the oh-four aimed his USP match down the opposite hallway, giving Two-oh-three a light nod. Two-oh-three swiveled his head to the right, noticing the absence of the FLATLINE oh-three. The Oh-four turned and noticed as well, looking unnerved and worried. Before the two could utter a word, a vocoded scream echoed through the hallway they just spent the last half hour searching through. The Oh-four sped off towards the sound, Two-oh-three hot at his heels. The Oh-four swung around the corner of a large hole in the wall, and stopped short in his tracks. Two-oh-three swung around the corner as well, short of breath. “<:: Wh-.. what happened, whats wro-...” Two-oh-three began to trail off as his eyes widened in horror at the FLATLINE oh-three. The Oh-three had a large kitchen knife in his back, blood making its way down his vest and pooling on the floor.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CbQ5sV-xvGM
The Oh-four took slow steps forward towards the fallen unit, walking as if in a trance. He stopped just a footstep away from the fallen unit, before collapsing onto his knees. His head buckled forward slightly, his arms hanging limply as he stared at his fallen comrade. Two-oh-three simply stood behind him, remaining silent as the Oh-four seemed to decide right from wrong, true to lies. It was then he had a soft sniffling, before the Oh-four bowed his head and began to sob in his helmet, arms still limp beside him. Two-oh-three lightly bit his lip, feeling on the verge of tears himself, fearing the two knew each other. He stood silent, before a thought from the back of his mind crept up to the front of his mind, offering some advice. What would your higher-ups do? He thought briefly back towards the ones he had grown to know in City Seven, when his mind went back further, and began to look through the officers he had known. Who could he still remember? Two-oh-three rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly as he strained to think. Oh-Thirty-One, Two-One-One, Five-Sixty-Two.. he began to get a small headache as he tried to remember more. He shook his head lightly as he looked down upon the distraught unit. He took a couple steps forward, deciding it was best to come up with his own decisions. He crouched next to the unit, laying a hand gently on his shoulder. The unit jumped slightly, looking towards Two-oh-three as if he had just yanked him out of his own world. “<:: Its going to be alright..” Two-oh-three began. “<:: But we’ve gotta’ go, so that we don’t die in here, making his death in vain.” The young Oh-four nodded, sniffing back some tears under his helmet. The unit bent down over the Oh-three, some light clipping noises coming from him, when he straightened up and handed Two-oh-three a grenade. Two-oh-three flinched back slightly in surprise, before taking the grenade gingerly in his hand. Where the hell did an Oh-three get a utility belt? “<:: He found the belt and the grenades on a downed Oh-one...” The unit said softly, his voice cracking lightly. “<:: He was going to teach me how to throw one... b-but...” The Oh-four trailed off, bowing his head sadly. Two-oh-three held the grenade in his hand, his fingers lightly drum against it.
“<:: He was my friend...”
Two-oh-three’s teeth lightly grinded together, for a moment his mind briefly flashed to One-forty-seven, before returning to the subject at hand. With a quick swallow, Two-oh-three released his grasp on the Oh-fours shoulder, clipping the grenade to his vest by the pin. “<:: Come on, we have to get moving.” Two-oh-three paused. “<:: Your friend would want you to go on.” The Oh-four looked up, almost as if surprised Two-oh-three would say that. After a moment, he nodded, getting to his feet. The two turned to continue through the building, after exiting the room and entering the hallway, they began to hear voices and the “Klink! Klink!” of weaponry. Two-oh-three readied his MP7, aiming it down the hall.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=64CndlJT2GM
Two-oh-three looked over his shoulder, the Oh-four had been looking down the same hall, and was looking over his shoulder at him. Two-oh-three gave him a confident nod, confidence that he wasn’t sure he had, before raising his left hand, pointing two fingers and pointing forward. Move Forward. He tried to say, the Oh-four nodded, and the two began moving down the hallway as the voices began to grow louder, until finally, a shrill “Weapons free!” caused the whole apartment complex to explode into a orchestration of gun shots and screaming. Two-oh-three and the Oh-four fired down both ends of the hallway, Two-oh-three firing from the hip of his MP7, spraying it like a fire hose as resistance began to pour from holes down the hallway. Resistance after resistance began to tumble down to the ground on both ends of the hallway. This kid was actually pretty damn good, for an Oh-four. Two-oh-three lightly bumped his back against the Oh-four and gave the signal to move up. The unit nodded and fired down his end of the hallway, back-pedaling as Two-oh-three marched forward, MP7 spitting out white-hot lead. As they approached the intersection, the two units rotated, reloading as they did so, before firing down opposite ends of the hall, Two-oh-three back-pedaling and the Oh-four marching forward. As they reached the intersection, the two reloaded once more, rotating once again back to their original positions. Two-oh-three took a moment to fire down the right side of the intersection, filling a resistance member with a shotgun full of lead, when a vocoded scream behind him made his heart nearly jump out of his throat. He whipped around, not confident the shotgun wielding resistance was dead. The Oh-four was doubled over, USP match clattering to the ground as a resistance member had a large knife in his stomach. Two-oh-three stood in horror as he watched more resistance begin to pile onto him, if they couldn’t get Two-oh-three, they would take the Oh-four. They wanted blood. Two-oh-three’s jaw hardened, he aimed the MP7 at the lump of resistance, his finger on the trigger, when a gloved hand broke through the mass, a flashing grenade clutched in his hand. For a fleeting moment, Two-oh-three could see the Oh-four’s mask as he looked at him. A vocoded yell managed to escape his lips as he fought to keep the resistance on him, one word that would be his last. “<:: Go!” The grenade lit up again, making a second chirp. Two-oh-three couldn’t leave him, he didn’t want to, not now! But his mind made it up for him, live another day! His mind seemed to beckoned, and Two-oh-three seemed to agree, because he was already racing down the corridor. He heard a third chirp, followed by an ear-splitting explosion, followed by the snap of foundation. He clutched the grenade that was clipped to his vest, he wanted revenge, and he was going to get it the hard way. He yanked on the grenade that was clipped to his vest. The grenade, only being held by the pin, came off immediately, the red light flashed and the first chirp followed. He whipped around, his arm reeling back as if he were about to toss a football, the red light flashed again, the second chirp followed. Then he threw it. The grenade flew through the air, landing pin-side down before bouncing into the middle of the intersection, where he saw a horde of resistance skid to a stop, before beginning to run back the way they had come. Two-oh-three righted himself back towards the exit, running at a full-on sprint as the grenade exploded, and the foundation seemed to give up and make a sickening crack, before the apartment complex began to rumble as clouds of dust drifted down from the ceiling. Two-oh-three felt his hands cramp-up slightly as he squeezed the daylights out of his MP7 as he ran, his legs screaming at him to stop, the air tasting of paint. The square of light of the door was just ahead, and the fresh air tickled his lungs. He stumbled forward, beginning to dip forward slightly, before throwing himself to the floor, sliding along the floor, out of the apartment complex and into the street. For a moment, he couldn’t hear anything, and then he looked down, and saw the door he had just come through was blocked by a wall of debris. Two-oh-three lay his head back as now the only sound he could was the wind, and the apartment complex, or what remained, began to settle. It was then he realized that his face felt rather moist, and he realized he had been crying. Just at the edge of the top of his vision, he saw the tip of the trainstation roof.
All he could do then was lie on his back, and stare up at the sky, see if any orders come in.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RXT50IgwvmY
Chapter 2: Invasion
Day 14: When Worlds Clash
Present-day October, 2017
Location: City 7, just outside the Trainstation
Two-oh-three lay with his arms spread on the ground, he felt drained and exhausted. He didn’t even realize why he was even crying anymore, it seemed as if his body made his emotional decisions for him now. He hadn’t heard even a whisper over his radio, and he was beginning to think he was the last unit alive. But if he was? Why him? Was he just too much of a coward to face a head-on force of 647E’s? The thought bothered him deeply as he slowly sat up, bowing his head in sorrow. He put a hand on the ground, before gradually pushing himself to his feet. He surely wouldn’t be helping his cause by just moping about, but that didn’t make him feel much better. He looked to the right, seeing dust settle by the apartment across the street from the one he just came out of. It struck him as odd that it probably just collapsed and he didn’t hear it, which also disturbed him. He peered over his shoulder at the train station behind him, perhaps there was a temporary base setup. He turned around, beginning to make his way to the train station. As he looked around, he noticed that each street and exit other then the train station was blocked by debris, almost like an arena. As he came around the corner of the fence that guarded the monument in the center of the plaza, Two-oh-three stopped in his tracks. Sitting on a bench a few paces away, was a man in a dirty and torn City 7 uniform, a hood was thrown over his head, but he could just see the side of his... face? He squinted, peering forward slightly and noticing the dark green, the respirator-like mouth before it curved back slightly into the hood, but he could still faintly see the single red optic. It hit him like a speeding RAZOR train, it was the man from only a few hours ago, who had trapped him in his barracks! Two-oh-three lowered his head down slightly, he started walking forward, his left hand balled into a fist. He’s the one who started all of this. His fingers wrapped around the grip of his USP match. Two-oh-three was the one who was going to end it. He yanked the USP match out of the holster, by now he was less then a yard away from the helmet-wearing 647E. He raised his arm, the light sound of his pistol made the man look towards him. His single red optic said nothing, only stared at him as if had done nothing wrong. What hadn’t he do wrong? Misuse of Union technology, countless deaths against Union personnel, destruction of Union property! The list went on and on in Two-oh-three’s head as he kept the pistol level with his optic. His jaw tightened, there would be no detainment.
He pulled the trigger.
The pistol spat out only a soft click.
Two-oh-three tilted his head to the side, he pulled the pistol closer to him, examining it closely. He weighed it slightly in his hand, there was still ammo inside, so it must of jammed. Damned pistol jamming, why now out of all times? He mentally slapped himself on the hand for thinking an audio violation. The elite-helmet wearing refugee stood up, groaning lightly as he held his side, his head bent down slightly as he straightened up, before staring at Two-oh-three, as if waiting to talk! Two-oh-three tensed slightly, he awaited for the man to try to punch him, shoot him, or spontaneously combust. After a moment which lasted an eternity, the refugee brought his hand to his 'mouth’, clearing his throat as if trying to be formal. “Two-oh-three, is it?” The man said, almost casually. Two-oh-three felt his head jump back slightly, how had he known his Unit Identification Number? As much as he hated to say it, Two-oh-three was rather disturbed. “<:: Yes.” Two-oh-three replied flatly.
“Then you know who I am.” The man seemed to challenge.
Two-oh-three lowered his head slightly, completely confused by who this man was. Did he know him in City Eighteen? City Eleven? Two-oh-three scratched the back of his neck as he racked his brain. No... I don’t think I know a Overwatch-wearing refugee, I think I would remember that. He looked up. “<:: No.” Benefactors, he was beginning to sound like some kind of synthetic! The refugee paused, as if not expecting that answer, before taking a small step forward. Two-oh-three stepped back, not feeling comfortable with a crazed killer getting within arms length of him. The refugee stopped, and spoke again. “Its me... Mike Boone? We.. we were friends.. when we were both transferred here.” Two-oh-three simply stared at the refugee, Mike Boone, remaining silent. At first, memories began to come up gradually, a man in a City Seven uniform, sitting down next to him without a suitcase, they were on a train. Suddenly then, it all hit him like the man was telepathically drilling everything back into his head. Two-oh-three brought a hand to the front of his helmet, wishing he could pinch the bridge of his nose right now. He bent his head down lightly as each memory, one by one, seemed to flash through his mind and he remembered. Boone. Boone was a friend, back when Two-oh-three was a citizen.
...Former friend.
Two-oh-three straightened up, staring back at Boone, he certainly didn’t look all that familiar. “<:: I remember...” Two-oh-three began. “<:: You were.. you were here... an-and...” Two-oh-three trailed off, taking a half step back. “<:: I-it.. it can’t be..” Two-oh-three said, shaking his head, trying to deny it. “<:: I.. I would never... ever.. be friends with a 647-E..” Two-oh-three took heavy breathes, feeling as if he were about to pass out, before shaking his head again. “<:: I can still correct this...” Two-oh-three straightened up slightly, and reached behind him for his MP7, his fingers just brushed against the grip when Boone held out a hand like an old-world stop sign. “Don’t!” He pleaded. “I came all this way! I fought through resistance and Combine alike, to free you!” Two-oh-three remained silent a moment, resistance and Combine? Why would he be fighting both sides just to ‘free’ him? On another note, free him from what? Two-oh-three lightly shook his head, not satisfied with what this man had put in front of him. He spoke with a dark, monotonous tone. “<:: You’re the enemy...” His fingers gripped the grip of his MP7, and he pulled it forward, sliding the frontal grip into his left hand. “<:: I don’t negotiate with terrorists.”
Boone stood stonewall still as Two-oh-three had uttered those words, almost as if he was still registering what he had just said. He looked up slightly, looking straight at him, their optics met. “So thats it then?” Two-oh-three remained silent, only tightening the grip on his MP7, which made his gloves make a soft sound. Boone seemed to remain still a moment, before whipping his right arm up and aiming a USP match at Two-oh-three, he was so lightning fast that Two-oh-three hadn’t even be fast enough to react. Boone squeezed the trigger once, and Two-oh-three felt his MP7 jump out of his hand as the round struck the side of it, catching Two-oh-three off guard and losing his grip, the MP7 clattered uselessly to the ground. This was the moment where Two-oh-three had wished he had gotten augments when he had the chance. He looked up, seeing Boone charging straight at him, his USP match gone. He collided with Two-oh-three, Two-oh-three felt the wind pushed out of him as he felt himself being pushed backwards. He hadn’t been giving much hand-to-hand training, but he knew being thrown to the ground was a big no-no. Two-oh-three on instinct dug his heels into the ground, he felt himself stop moving, and began to struggle against Boone’s grip. After a moment, he gained the upper hand, and shoved Boone to the ground. Two-oh-three leaped forward, he stood over Boone, clenching his right hand into a fist, his counter-measures deploying from the front of his datapad. Two-oh-three got lowered to the ground, using his free hand to keep Boone pinned to the ground, he raised his fisted hand into the air. Boone seemed to give up then, when he quickly looked right, then back at Two-oh-three. Boone reacted quickly, he brought his left hand, and punched Two-oh-three right in his facemask. Although the initial punch hadn’t actually hurt, it certainly threw him off. After a moment, he cleared his head, looking back down as Boone pressed his USP match into Two-oh-three’s thigh. This is gonna hurt. He then felt something that could only be described as being pierced by something thin in a matter of milliseconds. He looked up into the air, a vocoded howl of pain filling the plaza. He felt himself black out for a moment, and the next thing he knew he was on the ground, clutching his leg. He looked up, seeing Boone begin to limp away. He began to get angry at himself for letting a 647E like that get away, when he remembered the USP match he had holstered! He let go of his leg, holding it now with his left as his right hand dug into his holster. He drew the pistol, the light jingle made Boone turn around as Two-oh-three emptied a round into his torso. Boone doubled over, remaining still as a statue before tumbling to the ground. Boone remained motionless. Two-oh-three tilted his head back, resting his head on the concrete, now all he had to do was wait, for death or salvation.
After a few moments, the debris clustering the street on the left side of the plaza exploded violently. Two-oh-three looked up, watching as a group of about six resistance members made they’re way into the street. They spotted Two-oh-three, they all seemed to smile deviously as they began to approach, weapons drawn. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Boone begin to limp towards them. It looks like he was going to win this one. Two-oh-three was almost tempted to shoot himself to spare the pain and misery, when Boone did the unexpected. He lifted his right arm, and fired into the jaw of the nearest resistance member. The others eyes widened, seeming to have trouble registering what just happened. Three began turning around, firing at Boone as he took pot-shots over his shoulder. Two-oh-three raised his USP match, maybe Boone would return the favor. Two-oh-three fired into the backs of the three resistance firing at him, missing a couple of shots, but they all eventually hit their marks. As soon as the other three fell, Two-oh-three readjusted his aim to the two that remained. He pulled the trigger, only to hear the sound that lead to his doom, the sound of no ammo left in his pistol. He looked up as the one nearest him lined up his sights on him. His eye seemed to glow red behind the red dot sight. Two-oh-three’s jaw tightened in anticipation as seconds seemed to stretch to years. After a moment, two shots rang out, the red-eyed resistance member tumbled forward, eyes rolling into the back of his head. The second one was hit in the back of the knee, he collapsed to a knee. Two-oh-three watched as Boone continued to limp towards the alleyway, he was lucky Two-oh-three didn’t have ammo. He steadily reloaded as the last resistance member cried on the ground as he tried to get himself together. Two-oh-three whistled a soft tune, reciting the lyrics in his head. What do we do with a drunken whaler? What do we do with a drunken whaler? What do we do with a drunken whale? Early in the morning. He released the empty magazine from his USP match, letting it clatter uselessly to the ground. Way-hay and up, she rises. Way-hay and up, she rises. Way-hay and up, she rises. Early in the morning. He reached behind him, rummaging in his pouch for a fresh magazine, he pulled out a fresh one, taking his time as he continued to whistle. Stuff him in a sack and throw him over. Stuff him in a sack and throw him over. Stuff him in a sack and throw him over. Early in the morning. He slide the magazine into his USP match, with a flick of his wrist, the top of the barrel locked forward. Feed him to the hungry rats for dinner. Feed him to the hungry rats for dinner. Feed him to the hungry rats for dinner. Two-oh-three raised his USP match, lining up the sight with his optics as he aimed directly for the head of his victim. The resistance member looked up in horror as he heard the light jangling of Two-oh-three’s pistol, his eyes filled with an immense horror, he began to sob and plead, but Two-oh-three couldn’t understand a word he said through all his blubbering. His finger tightened on the trigger. Early in the morning... He fired. The round burst out from his pistol, penetrating the man in his skull, sending loose bone and brain fragments exploding behind him. Two-oh-three give himself a mental pat on the back, relaxing a little bit, he leaned back down near the concrete. “<:: Good work, 'Three.” Two-oh-three tilted his head up, seeing the familiar Four-seventeen himself. “<:: Glad to see you’re alive.” Two-oh-three replied weakly. Four-seventeen nodded, and gestured to a FLATLINE unit, the unit came forward along with another one, both of them holding a stretcher. They loaded Two-oh-three on the stretcher. As they began to make off with him, the last thing Two-oh-three saw was another hole in a stack of debris.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l1j2ADKH2QU
Chapter 2: Invasion
Day 15: Under the radar
Present-day November, 2017
Location: Unknown, somewhere deep within City 7
“<:: Alright, he should be fine, just have to finish attaching this tourniquet..” The voice sounded distant, very deep and alien as it spoke. Two-oh-three shook his head lightly from side to side, feeling a soft pressure on his leg that increased in miniscule intervals. His mind was cloudy, and he felt numb all over. He opened his mouth to speak, but only ended up yawning. He heard a movement.. below him? He was staring at a blinding light, and couldn’t feel the ground below him, and he was propped against something. He looked down, tilting his chest down slightly as well. He saw a unit holding something in his leg, making some kind of adjustment as he stared at him for a moment, how was he standing like that if the ground was- Oh, Two-oh-three was lying down. He stared at the unit for a moment, before leaning his head back, staring back up at the light. After a moment, the pressure ceased, and he felt a light patting on his leg. “<:: Done.” The voice spoke, he began to realize it was the unit who was tending to him. He tilted his head back down again, tilting it to the side as he bent he chest downwards to see. He examined his thigh, a white tourniquet was wrapped around it, blood seeping through it. “<:: You should be able to walk fine, just try not to get shot there anymore, alright?” It was the unit again, FLATLINE judging from his armband. Two-oh-three only stifled a nod, letting out a short yawn. “<:: Where am I?” He spoke groggily. The FLATLINE unit looked behind him, at the doorway, before turning back to him. “I personally wouldn’t be able to tell ya’, all I know is that we found you by the train station and ran off with you before you could bleed out.” Two-oh-three tilted his head down slightly, now holding his torso up at a 45 degree angle. As his mind tumbled back towards the events that transpired, he began to feel uneasy, and tired. “<:: Was there someone there in a hood, a refugee?” The FLATLINE unit tilted his head to the side, then shook his head. “<:: You should focus on getting some rest, Four-seventeen will want to see you when you’re ready.” The FLATLINE unit turned on his heel, and walked out through the door that was behind him, shutting it behind him. Two-oh-three eased himself back on the table, he folded his hands on his stomach, and went into a troubled sleep.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hl5xbFXrFU4
Chapter 2: Invasion
Day 16: The Calm Before The Storm
Present-day November, 2017
Location: Unknown, deep within City 7
A sudden stabbing pain pierces Two-oh-three’s thigh. Two-oh-three sits up and leans forward, clutching his thigh as he lets out a hideous groan. His teeth grind together as he breathes heavily through his vocoder. After a couple of moments, the pain subsides. He lets out a soft exhale, looking around at what surrounds him. There was a lamp hanging over him, and he was on a gurney it seems like. There was a table that held medical equipment, and a sink to his far right that was rather dirty looking. He lightly slid off the gurney, letting out a soft grunt, but rather surprised he could still walk. He walked with a limp, however. He pushed open the door to his room, turning away as light flooded his vision. His vision began to clear, and he found that it appeared to be late-morning. He looked around, there were over-turned tables scattered everywhere, flung on their sides for use in what, cover? Judging by what he saw, this must of been an apartment complex. He scratched the side of his helmet, about to ask where Four-seventeen was, when a vocoded voice spoke just to his immediate left. “<:: Wakey wakey, sleepy-head?” Two-oh-three looked to his left, spotting Four-seventeen in a blood stained vest and uniform, Two-oh-three had made the assumption that it was the blood of others. He turned to face him, nodding respectfully. “<:: Four-seventeen.” He reached up to salute, stopping himself mid-way, and lowered his arm down next to him. “<:: Good to see you’re still kicking.” Four-seventeen nodded. “<:: Likewise, ‘Three, how ya’ feelin’? Two-oh-three lightly shrugged. “<:: I’ve felt better, but I can walk.” Four-seventeen nodded, as if expecting this. “<:: Good, good.” He nodded a bit more, before looking back towards Two-oh-three. “<:: You should head back to the barracks, your shift starts in about six hours.” Two-oh-three tilted his head to the side. “<:: Shift?”
“<:: Units are taking turns guarding and watching for passing resistance, so we can prepare, hide, and fight accordingly.” Two-oh-three nodded in understanding. “<:: Point me towards the barracks?” Four-seventeen pointed to Two-oh-three’s right. Two-oh-three nodded, turning that direction and waving behind him in gratitude.
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