Player Section

Steam Name: The Doctor
Age: 16
How long have you been Roleplaying? (can be any game): About a year.
How long have you been playing Serious GMod RP?: Eight months.

Character Section

Authorization(s):
-Basic Knowledge of Chemistry
-Knowledge on how to build a basic chemisty kit constructed from improvised materials

Name: Richard Sherlock
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Resistance

Write a detailed in-canon back-story how your character obtained these authorizations.
-Chemistry Knowledge-
Green Court House 1997
Richard: aged 16

"Richard, you must study." The tutor said in a stern tone, watching Sherlock sit vacantly at the table, staring down at the textbook. Richard had never liked his tutor; Mr Henderson, he was too pushy, didn't appreciate Sherlock's talents and only demanded that he continued to study rigorously, never stopping to congratulate or praise him. Typical. Richard had come to expect that from people; the lack of appreciation, the constant need for more. He found it difficult to study with this fool around him. "You'll be failing your chemistry at this rate... I will have to inform your father about this, he will be so disappointed." Said Mr Henderson as he began to pace with a pompous swagger around the mahogany table of the study. Richard decided that was enough from Henderson; he grabbed his books and started off to his room with a sulky expression plastered over his face. 

Sherlock swung his door open, slipped inside then promptly slammed it shut. His father was out at work, his mother was away in the US helping with a negotiation of oil prices, only the housemaid, Miss Lawrence, a foul old woman, remained. He dared not leave his room, for fear of Mr Henderson dispensing another lecture, so he did what his parents said he should do him his spare time: study. But what? There were a few textbooks laying around the room, mostly dusty and had been revised over several times. The book he had taken with him was bright and colorful, not something Sherlock would find a major factor but on this dreary October afternoon, with the rain beating at his window, he felt he may as well pick something that looked like the publishers made an effort. The textbook was about the subject chemistry, one of Sherlock's lesser subjects; he didn't as much hate the subject, just the tutor and now that he was out of the way, Sherlock could actually concentrate.

Richard's father wanted Sherlock to become an MP or maybe even work with him in Whitehall Institute. However this was not to be as Sherlock's fascination with chemistry exceeded that of politics, despite his father's best efforts.

Green Court House 1999
Richard: aged 18

"Richard, son, come down here!" Yelled his father in his usual booming tone which reminded Sherlock of Brian Blessed, much to his amusement. Richard dragged his feet down the carpeted stairs, hands locked firmly onto the banister, it was 7am on a Saturday and Sherlock's parents had received a letter from Mr Barrows (Richard's Politics tutor) this was never a good sign. Richard rubbed his eyes slowly to hide his glares at his father for waking up so early.
"What is it?" Sherlock mumbled, eyes now clearing, he saw his father; a tall and mustached male in his late forties holding a single white envelope, the wax seal on it's front had been torn open.

"Your latest progress report on political studies from Mister Barrows, this is the worst result yet, sit down." Father ordered, Richard put on a scowl and sank into a plush pink chair (for all the chairs were pink, much to Sherlock's disdain).  Sherlock's father turned about towards the ashes of the fireplace before spinning back to him, declaring: "Your mother and I work hard to pay for your tutors, you have a gift but you choose to squander it!" Sherlock raised an eyebrow at his father. "Don't look at me like that! You are going to become a great politician and you are going to lead the Conservative party." His father stopped, admiring his plan for Richard in his mind. "From there, you will become the Prime Minister, the youngest this country has ever seen, oh what wonders you'll do!" Richard rolled his eyes, enough so his father could see but not enough to pull him out of his father's daydream. "Instead you waste your time with chemistry sets! I don't know what you see in that, there's really nothing in terms of jobs for you." His father threw the letter down. "Politics is what made this family great and you shall hold the name true!"

Richard attempted to formulate some kind of argument but his father wouldn't listen; "It's all your fault that you'll end up some deadbeat, not Mister Barrows, your mother or I but you alone!"
Once the verbal beating was over, his father took Sherlock to his room and then proceeded to destroy Sherlock's chemistry set and throw into the bin. Father said that Sherlock deserved it, but Richard was to never really forgive his dad for that day, no amount of Political studies could ever satisfy him and in the end, haunted by the shame of his son, was to later commit suicide shortly after Sherlock had begun work as an investigator.

Over the next year, until the age of 19, Sherlock would study chemistry as his primary subject, in secret, it enthralled him and he would often assemble elaborate apparatus in his bedroom, he even went so far as to steal the components required for this kit or piecing them together from makeshift glasses and other miscellaneous items, starting from small to quite advanced. Sherlock enjoyed studying the sulfurs of the chemical world; acid rain in particular fascinated Richard, the concept of acidic precipitation was truly inspired and although Sherlock had no religious faith, it was chemistry that gave him a new view of the world.  Sherlock would even retain his knowledge throughout his adult life and into the post-Black Mesa world.

--Apparatus--
Somewhere in The Romanian Mountains 2016
Richard: aged 35

The air was still, the sound of a trickling stream some twenty feet away gave Sherlock his guidance in the dark. The occasional synthetic growl in the darkness of the forest frightened Sherlock, sending him to the woodland floor to cower. Richard stumbled carefully through the dark, his eyes failing him in this place, his normal intellect was frayed and all over the place. Richard fell against the side of a tree as the roar of some Overwatch beast rumbled somewhere in the blackness. Sherlock was being hunted. It was the seventh day of travel, he had been split from his original band of refugees and was now alone in the woods. Alone and afraid, though he would never admit it, his ego wouldn't accept it. As the noise of Overwatch died away, most likely moving on to the next sector, Sherlock spied the faintest glimmer in between the trees; a light.

Richard spent the next hour crawling through the dark towards the light, as he drew closer it was revealed that there was a small cabin. Richard swung the door open and was greeted by several barrels trained on him in a moment. These were not however OTA, these were refugees like him. Sherlock made his intentions clear; he was not here to steal or kill or disrespect them in any way, after a nerve racking standoff, Sherlock was granted one night's accommodation. It was there he met Gerald, one of the refugees, he had a talent for science, like Sherlock once had. He showed Sherlock is methods and contraptions for making chemical apparatus out of ordinary items found within a city. Things like Breen cans, empty supplement jars, CWU gum and request devices all became things Sherlock could use to stick, make and hold all manner of apparatus. In the morning Sherlock bode a farewell to Gerald, keeping a note to remember the methods for when he finds a place to begin again.     

What will these authorizations give your character in regards to perks or defects?
Perks
-Will be able to create compounds and maybe even run some experiments


Defects
-Will have to always do it out of view of the CCA
-The apparatus will have to be replaced over time as it is made of makeshift materials
-Chemicals/substances will be incredibly difficult to find by scavenging

What do you plan to do with these perks/defects?
Create some interesting RP with all the fun of chemistry!

Will anyone else need these auths? (If so, list OOC and IC name(s))
N/A

Which server does this apply for?
City

Extra Notes (optional):

Steam Name: The Doctor
Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:47674759
Character Name: Richard Sherlock
Reason for the switch: To come to City 45 and inspire the people.
If required, write a detailed backstory on how your character left the outlands:

The sun drew to high noon as Sherlock crept through the forests of Ineu, towards the hillside path leading out into the mountains. Sherlock's genius was wasted in this barren and desolate place; the inhabitants were hostile and numb to his wisdom. Sherlock was never contacted for his services as an investigator, nor could he find a quiet spot to think. Sherlock had decided to leave... but where? A number of places crossed his mind; he heard that Spain was lovely this time of year... however that was far too many miles from Ineu. Sherlock had heard many refugees talking about a City Sector not far from the pass, it was apparently accessible via a mountain road to the south that lead to a drainage facility, through this facility's water tunnels, it leads through the Sector defenses and under the City walls, arriving at City 45. Richard had been thinking back to his days in City 12, when he was a member of the Berlin Movement; he remembered the feelings of hope it gave him and his fellow members, he yearned to see the Union's grasp on the planet dwindle and vanish, Sherlock knew that he wouldn't be able to do that alone in some godforsaken pass in the middle of nowhere. He had to take the struggle to the heart of the enemy, he had to raise a following in the shadow of the citadel and then make the Union feel the last possible emotion they can feel behind their masks of imprisonment: Fear. They will feel fear at last, fear of those that they have oppressed for so long and they will remember us.

NOTE: I have no items on this char, so no contraband or guns or any of that because he has not been made yet (he was meant to be made when OL came back, thus I made an auth app for his authorizations which said he was an OL char but things have changed and I've decided to move him to city.

Player Section

Steam Name: The Doctor
Age: 16
How long have you been Roleplaying? (can be any game): About a year.
How long have you been playing Serious GMod RP?: Eight months.

Character Section

Authorization(s):
-Extreme Intelligence
-Highly Perceptive
-A sweeping black coat
-Advanced Hand-To-Hand Skill

Name: Richard Sherlock
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Affiliation: None

Write a detailed in-canon back-story how your character obtained these authorizations.
Richard was born in 1981 in a premature birth. His mother and father were a wealthy family that both held steady and extremely well paid jobs in the inner workings of the British government. Richard was diagnosed with an exceptional IQ for his age at 10 years old; his parents decided that they would tend to this talent by supporting Sherlock's education with rigorous tutoring and study. Because of his tendency to notice things mixed with the slight autism, which was responsible for his intellect, Sherlock did not have many friends during his childhood; nor did he ever have any kind of relationship growing up.

Throughout his ascent to adulthood, Sherlock would maintain his IQ and continue to push it's limits by writing studies and papers on a myriad of subjects; philosophy, history, English, maths and several European languages. It was around this time in which he became obsessed with the workings of Law and Order; he went on to develop an interest in criminal sciences. At the age of 20 and with a schooling career with references from the very best tutors in the country, Sherlock graduated from Oxford with his degree in Criminal Justice at 24 and then went on to study two years to earn a position as DCI of the West Metropolitan Police force, in this course he was trained in some basic self-defence, he pursued it even after the course was over; the art of unarmed combat was one of a most interesting concept to Sherlock, it focussed on power from stance and manipulating your enemy. 

Richard was responsible for one of the biggest reductions in crime London had ever seen; a dramatic drop in everything from petty street crime to organized crime and smuggling. Richard's perception and intellect was an asset to him and the entire force; he was famed in the papers as "London's Finest". However Richard himself was a socially awkward and egotistical man who would often-outright reject social events or any form of interaction, he was far too frustrated with his work.

But in 2010 Richard unearthed a case more elaborate than any he had encountered before, one so intricate that it had evaded even him for years; a web of lies and corruption that had been sewn in the shadows while Sherlock had been concentrating on cleaning London. This corruption was made of a complex number of syndicate crime cells working with several of the Police Brass to evict Richard from his place in return for a cut of the cell's operation profits. It was a plan Richard had noticed too late, to Richard, there was only one option he could take.

Richard resigned from DCI in late 2010, for reasons undisclosed. He sank into a deep depression that was to last two years; he hid away from the public and cut his even basic ties to his few friends and family. He became a hermit, living in the forgotten edges of modern society. That was until 2012 when he decided he would start a consulting agency for those seeking legal help against criminals that plan eventually evolved and Richard became a Private Investigator. He loved his work; he became more obsessed with it then when he was a DCI, he felt so much closer to his cases then before, he almost felt a strange enjoyment from cracking cases, the rush of euphoria from deciphering the cryptic mistakes of a criminal. In this time Richard once again practised in H2H combat, he even went as far as to enter a few fights in the underground scenes he would often stalk in search of criminals.

It was in 2015 that the world was changed forever; the Portal Storms and the Seven Hour War erupted out of the ashes of the Black Mesa Incident; with dire consequences for the planet. Sherlock was rounded up and processed in the aftermath; he had survived with only minor wounds from the fighting. He was relocated to City Twelve; a city formally known as Berlin, there he lived with his fellow citizens in poverty and desperation. In the bleak winters he hid in his apartment along with several others, whom he shared the squalid room with, they sat around open fires, silent and cold, Sherlock was glad that his suitcase still contained his coat, the fact he still had it was also remarkable considering most citizens were separated from their luggage. In the spring of 2016, Richard had decided that the only way to rid his life of the Union was to resist, he joined the Berlin movement; a covert and discreet network of citizens seeking to overthrow the CCA of C12 by providing food and water to the population in return for information and spread of anti-UU propaganda. The plan seemed to be working until one week in the summer of 2016; an elite division of the CCA captured a key member, shortly after the movement was hit by a series of brutal strikes of OTA and parasite shelling. With the resistance in disarray, Sherlock and a band of members made for the early "underground railroad" out of the city.

The journey across the wilds was one of many hardships; Richard's band grew fewer by the week and although Sherlock was able to defend himself with his fighting skill from creatures like wolves and the occasional hunter, they were useless against SYTH and OTA that pursued them. Some of Richard's group starved to death, some died of illness or Overwatch sweeps. In the end it was just Sherlock. Distraught by grief, exhausted from travel and weakened by the escapes over the past few months, Sherlock stumbled blindly into Ineu Pass before collapsing in the town of Belles, he spent days in the Inn, recovering from his travels. He plans to stay in this sheltered pass for as long as he feels necessary; the communities around the pass seem livelier than those of Sherlock's past. Perhaps he may even try to settle in this place... 


What will these authorizations give your character in regards to perks or defects?
Perks
-Extreme Intelligence
Allows him to analyze any situation better than those of lower intelligence.

-Highly Perceptive
May be able to notice more things than others; things like gun-smoke or traces of dirt, small and usually unimportant details.

-A long sweeping black coat
Looks good and keeps Sherlock warm.

-Advanced H2H Skill
Grants Sherlock a means to defend himself against other opponents.

Defects
-Extreme Intelligence
Makes Sherlock anti-social at best, he rejects most company and distances himself from others.

-Highly Perceptive
Richard may focus too much on small irrelevant details and ultimately miss the important things.

-A long sweeping black coat
Could rip or get damaged.

-Advanced H2H skill
Only as good as Sherlock's nutrition and diet allows for it to be, not to be used for attacking purposes, more suited for defense.


What do you plan to do with these perks/defects?
I plan to use these auths to promote attention to detail and hopefully I will inspire other perception-based auths from other users as it is a neglected area of rp.

Will anyone else need these auths? (If so, list OOC and IC name(s))
N/A

Which server does this apply for?
Outlands

Extra Notes (optional):
I'm a Sherfag

A little one-off piece based off the Doctor from Dr Who set in an alternate reality where he was imprisoned in the Pandorica and never escaped.


[[0001>]]
[[Module Rate]]
[[0001/>]]

Item: SCP-0015 (The Predator)
Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures:

[SCP-0015 is held within several feet of dwarf star alloy grade seven, the densest material the Foundation has ever recovered; beneath that lies hundreds more security protocols put in place by the unknown creators. Level 5 staff must approve any contact with the subject; failure to comply warrants immediate termination.]

[SCP-0015 is only to be let out with direct consent from the Administrator. The protocol for such events is as follows: seven fully armed Level-5 officers are to remain positioned around it while it moves slowly within the perimeter line of its prison, no personnel, with the exception of Administrator approved personnel, may approach or converse with the creature.]



Description:

 [SCP-0015 and SCP-0016 were both recovered at Site 67; modern day [REDACTED]. The creature bares the form of a humanoid, scans show that it is of off-world origin. This means that Protocol --- was implemented to ensure the Foundation's security. SCP-0015 was found inside SCP-0016 after the object was extracted and taken to Site [REDACTED] for observation; the Foundation recovered it once SCP-0016 opened suddenly after four years within observation. The creature claims to have been imprisoned in SCP-0016 for thousands of years; the box deliberately keeping it alive to preserve it, or as it claims: "Imprison him."]

[The basic appearance of SCP-0015 is unusually mundane; a torn jacket, long hair and beard brought on my it's time inside SCP-0016, a bow-tie that confiscated along with SCP-0017 (Another entity, found in the jacket of SCP-0015). The creature also appears to have, most oddly, an English accent.]

NOTES: [The Predator seems very civil; when let out, it saunters around jeering at the officers, remarking about something that has happened around the time he was imprisoned. We have conducted several interviews as to the purpose of SCP-0016; an object which SCP-0015 refers as the "The Pandorica". ]

[The Predator is classed Keter due to a message recovered along with SCP-0015; the message warns any who go near SCP-0016 that it contains the most feared thing in all existence. It was said that The Predator could destroy entire galaxies in mere hours.]

______________________________________________

> [ SCP-0015 ]
> 
> [ Dr. Harkness ]
> 
> [ Subject is to be interviewed about the following: past, reasons for imprisonment, SCP-0016 and SCP-0017 ]
> 
> **<Begin Log>**
> 
> **Harkness:** [ What is your name? ]
> 
> **SCP-0015 looks down at the recorder at the desk he
>is chained to**
> 
>  **0015:** [ I have many names. Names are funny old
>things; they change at the drop of a hat. ]
> 
>**Harkness:** [ Why were you inside that artifact?]
>
>**0015 looks over to box behind him.**
>
>**0015:** [ That? That's The Pandorica.]
>
>**Harkness:** [The what? Who built it?]
>
>**0015:** [Well. That's the question, isn't it? It was
>built by many species; the most hated in all creation,
>they all forged an alliance.]
>
>**Harkness** [For what purpose?]
>
>**0015:** [ To stop me. They succeeded; I was
>supposed to be trapped in there forever... All eternity.
>Stuck in that box.]
>
>**Harkness** [So what does that make you? More feared than the most hated things in the Universe?]
>
> **0015:** [Take a guess. I'm here, alive. The
>Pandorica must have opened for something but what?]
>
>**Harkness takes SCP-0017 from his coat pocket; a
>cylinder of metal with a green lens on the end, sealed in
>a plastic bag.**
>
>**Harkness:** [Tell us what this is.]
>
>**0015:** [It's nothing, just junk, let me see it?]
>
>**Harkness shakes his head, taking note of this.**
>
>**0015:** [I know what you want. Let me tell you this;
>I am a time traveller, I'm thousands of years old and not
>of this galaxy. You want to investigate me? You don't
>know what you have done, keeping me here, and the
>whole Universe is at stake!]
>
>**Harkness stands quickly, 0015 tugs at his cuffs,
>begging with Harkness to let him go.**
>
>**Harkness:** [Thank you, we will return you to your
>Pandorica now.]
>
>**0015 begins to weep as it is sedated by dart, the
>recording then ends.**
>
>**<End Log>** 
>
> **Closing Statement:** [SCP-0015 is still within SCP-0016 and has been after that interview. His next interview date is due in [REDACTED] years.]

<::||The Candidate-The Interview||::>

NOTE: This story is set in City 45, in the year 2023, the events of HL2 are literally weeks away, the divisions of the CCA have long since been disbanded as the force is condensed and processed into OTA, Dispatch now controls the CCA, High Command and all units around in the server have either died or been turned into OTA, this is a darker and more visceral CCA of anonymous orders and faceless units. The CCA is now in full control, Humanity is crumbling and their spirits are breaking. In the midst of this a young woman; Emily Page, seeks to escape the life of hardship and finally join the CCA however this CCA has a very different recruitment process... The Candidate will document Emily's experience in the CCA Candidate selection program.


The circular microphone loomed awkwardly from the booth in front of Emily; she shifted with unease as the device halted in front of her lips, inches away. The tiny metal box was dim, Emily had been locked in here; taken from her home in the night, she was terrified.
'Candidate.' The voice of dispatch began in a contained quiet. 'Apply.' Emily glanced off to the left as she instinctively replied.
'Emily Page, Civil Identification Number: 22581.'
'22581, has submitted a Civil Authority Recruitment application, confirm?'
'Yes.' She replied, her voice cracked with nervous thought. Dispatch clicked and whirred beyond the box, processing the information a moment later it spoke.
'Candidate confirms, Dispatch commencing mandatory loyalty check.'

The walls to her sides opened; several probes emerged, the chair on which Emily sat slid back suddenly, the probes locked her face in position, Dispatch spoke once more, it's thoughtless voice in a calm tedium. 'Candidate, specify motive for recruitment.' She dared not look into the cameras that slotted into place around the chamber; instead she gave the stock answer.
'To serve the Universal Union.'  Dispatch beeped softly then asked.
'What is the Candidate's former nation of origin?'
'U-U-United Kingdom...' Emily replied shakily as the probes locked her face into position, sending metal bars that tugged at her eyelids, forcing them open.
'Dispatch has no data on specified country, repeat.'
'United Kingdom.' Emily Said again but without the stutter.
'Dispatch registers.' Dispatch replied flatly. 'What does Candidate wish to gain from the recruitment program?' Emily paused but then spoke up as she realised Dispatch would be picking up any hesitation.
'Candidate seeks... To be part of the Union, to serve it as a unit of the Civil Authority.'
A faint beep sounded again, Dispatch quickly clicked.

'State time Candidate has been resident to City 45.' Dispatch requested.
'Four weeks.'
'Dispatch counts twenty-nine day cycles, nineteen hourly cycles since transfer.'
Emily cringed as Dispatch rolled off the numbers. The front panel of the booth slid open; a sharp blade ejected from the wall, prodding out at an angle.
'Candidate, confirm loyalty status.' The blade remained motionless, Emily's heart rate began to increase, Dispatch knew it, so did she. 'Place your hand upon the blade, Candidate.' Emily reached forward, the probes folded off, she eyed the knife with fear and dread, her hand grew closer to it; she wrapped her fingers round the blade as Dispatch asked.
'Candidate, under the Union Doctrine of Civil Protection Act One, do you hereby pledge allegiance to the Union so long as you may live?'
'I swear my allegiance.' Emily replied, doubting herself at the back of her mind.
'Candidate.' The voice began as the blade pulled sharply back, slicing Emily's hand. 'Your application has proved adequate, you are herby accepted into the CCA Recruitment program, welcome Candidate Page.'   

NOTE: This story is still a WIP, I am looking for feedback, if it's positive then I will continue. These chapters are the prologue to the Battle for Ineu Pass that destroyed the bunker. I don't know CG's official explanation so I made one up. The divisions used by the OTA are of another community I'm involved in but the important thing is the story itself. (Credits to Statua for creating the map thus inspiring this.)


Ante Bellum
21/06/2015
19:35
OW.SPEAR.DVC.9266
OTA SECTOR OUTPOST #075

The three Hunter Choppers landed in perfect unison; the sound of rotors beating as one against the stonewalls of the sinkhole, it was in this sinkhole that we were to gather. I waited, in the sheltered planning room, my regional map drawn and spread out creaseless on a foldable table. From the choppers came my Co-DvCs; ECHO-8498, STORM-0118 and VANGUARD-1470. ECHO who had an OTA Sniper slung tightly on his back, eyed my map, then me with an uncertainty before nodding dutifully and positioning himself by the door where he watched the other two Division Commanders enter. Once in, the metal doors slid shut and we were left in silence, hidden from the commotion of the staging area. I slowly spoke up; my voiced bathed in Union monotone.
'Welcome Divisional Commanders.' I started, eager not to lose the attention of STORM; whose mind moved across the map like a patrol. 'You have no doubt heard by now that ten Soldiers of varying Division have now been confirmed dead in the last four hours.' I paused and drew a circle on a large northern province. 'All of them were killed in the North Valley of Ineu Pass, a spot well within the Refugee Red-Zone.' I tapped the imaginary circle and then activated the holographic brief I had prepared earlier.

'As you can see,' I said with tangible shame. 'We have also recently found that our two heavy patrols to the pass, have gone dark.' At this point STORM; who had looked distant for this briefing so far, tilted his head to me and asked in a sardonic monotone.
'And where exactly, SPEAR, did the patrol go dark.' The other DvCs nodded in approval of the question. I sidetracked and answered.
'The abandoned road tunnel that links the town of Belles to the North Valley.' I quickly got back on topic.
'I have called you here to discuss a contingency plan, should our teams fail in this currant Operation to secure the Resistance Leader, codenamed "APEX".' My fingers danced across the keyboard, ECHO then spoke with a reassuring readiness.
'They will not fail. I have my best soldier leading the ECHO branch, we just need SPEAR to do their job at capturing him in the Villa, we will deal with any that try to escape.'

APEX had been scouted out for the last week but only now have we found his location; a pre-war Villa on the southern interlocking spur of the Valley, it is only approachable on foot by way of an exposed easterly path, fortunately, AIRWATCH are able to deploy Soldiers in all directions, cutting off any avenue of escape, under the cover of fog and with an all-seeing ECHO team providing recon, SPEAR will escort a single STORM team and VANGUARD team to the Villa where they will all breach and amputate all occupants excluding APEX who we will capture and bring back to base.

'With you all present I may inform the Commander, he should be in about-' I broke off as the door slid open; the figure that entered was tall, suited and imposing. The single oculus of the Commander studied us with disinterest as we struck firm salutes.
'Ease.' The Commander rasped from the darkest and deepest chambers of Unionised monotone, we lowered our arms but kept our disciplined postures as the CmD glanced over the map and tapped rhythmically at the side of the table with his fingers. The silence was tense, the sound of clicking and whirring from his helmet as the CmD processed the plan. At last, the Commander turned to VANGUARD; he once again locked his stance, ready to receive orders.
'One-Four, you and Nine-Two will lead this operation directly; my dropship will bring you to the phase line in good time. I will give the order when to begin.' We both made the chorus of "Yes sir." and headed from the room and out into the staging area, where the Commander's dropship sat on a prestigious landing pad; it's rotors humming in anticipation of flight.

We sat in a large cabin that shook as the dropship hurtled through the sky, deeper into the Red Zone, the cabin was empty say One-Four and I. There was silence for a long time; One-Four loaded a fresh batch of grenades into bandoliers that ran across his battle-scarred suit. I drew my CQC knife and began to sharpen its razor edge when the pilot spoke through our radios.
'Commanders, ETA thirty seconds, standby for deployment.'
I rose from my seat shortly followed by One-Four.

The dropship rear ramp lowered; revealing a thick, intense fog that clouded my vision, in the distance I heard the sound of boots running on the damp forest floor and the sounds of panic and frenzied pistol fire. The Rebels were still unaware of the force that was now dug in deep around the outpost, waiting for the attack signal.
I pressed on through the fog, my wayfinder tracking system guided me to SPEAR.EOW.6370 he explained that Overwatch had also deployed the additional force of a Hunter pack (five SYNTH Hunters). I noted this and assigned the pack to assist my squad and STORM in the final push to the house; an open slop at all sides, we have confirmed that the resistance group have indeed taken and put to use an OTA Pulse MG so a frontal assault without SYNTH hunters could prove costly, normally we would start a raid like this off with a shelling but we couldn't risk Parasite shelling due to the fact we needed APEX alive.
I opened the channel with the Commander and informed him of the Operation status.
'Commander, sir, all teams are in position and ready to inject.'
There was a quiet moment; in the silence I heard the sounds of shouting from the faintest foggy outline of the villa about one hundred metres away. Then the sign that the Commander was ready, he switched to all OTA frequencies and spoke with a calm but inhumane voice.
'All soldiers, execute.'

End of Part one. 
___________________________________________________

Ante Bellum
21/06/2015
20:22
OW.SPEAR.DVC.9266
Ineu Pass, North Valley

As the last of the light faded from the dark and foggy hill, we worked our way towards APEX; my team moved with robotic elegance to the next phase line from the house. The house in question; the pre-war Villa safe house in which APEX hid, was heavily fortified, a gunner manned a mounted AR3 at a window overlooking our frontal assault team, the refugee was old, I'd say around fifty, his hands could be seen trembling at the occasional sounds of synthetic growls, I used my OTA optical zoom to mark the target, moments later a single bullet whizzed over us and impacted into the brain of the gunner, killing him instantly.
'You're clear sir.' An ECHO sniper said over the radio as I gestured my team forward towards the villa.

We had reached the walls of the Villa; we were crouched low and in order, I motioned the STORM units to breach the door; a crudely barricaded entrance that quivered as the team leader slapped a breaching charge upon its hinges and detonated. The door erupted into fire and splinters as STORM charged through the haze, shotguns blazing in a frenzy of buckshot. SPEAR quickly fell in behind, snapping to targets and firing once in the head as they had been trained by me. The room was filled with panic and contact positions; I aliened my aim with a woman dressed in a torn citizen jumpsuit with several leather pouches sewn loosely on it, she held a jammed MP7, her eyes were watered and showed fear. In return, I showed no mercy; I fired off a couple disciplined rounds of my AR2, each round found its way to her brain, sending grey matter spraying from her skull and over the staircase to her back.

The Breach teams moved upstairs, towards where we had pinpointed APEX's strong room.
'STORM, take left side, SPEAR, stack on the right!' I ordered in powerful vocoded firmness. The teams stacked as instructed; my first door, behind which was a planning room for the resistance network, this room was one of the goals for the mission as it contained rebel-critical Intel. I kicked the door down with remarkably ease my Union augments granting me incredible strength. Inside were two unarmed refugees standing over a large table of maps and plans; one was a young man who scrambled to raise his hands in surrender, the other was an old man, by the looks of his uniform, a former CWU employee. My visor scrambled with identification profiles of the Worker, his name was "Hugh Darrow" and was a disavowed CWU member that was stamped HVT (High Value Target).
I ordered the unit to my right to kill the other refugee as I approached the CWU; I raised my AR2 rifle and struck him in the upper head with the butt of the gun, knocking him unconscious.

'Additional HVT acquired; Hugh Darrow, former CWU.' I radioed in and ordered a unit of my squad to stay and bag Darrow. I fell in behind my team who stacked on the final door. I was about to give the breach signal when I heard the Hunters enter the room through the windows by leaping up to them. I hurriedly ordered the breach; we funnelled in through the smoke of the charge to find the room devastated; the tables and chairs were broken, the plans were strew out across the splintered and punctured floorboards. Two Hunters were at the far end of the room; their torqued blades embedded in the spines of several fanatical bodyguards, in the corner of the room, APEX was fumbling at a barricade, forcing the stacked furniture aside so that he could move to the next room. With a sudden jolt I heard the roof above the room fail and from the ceiling burst STORM. DvC. 0118; his machete drawn fully by the time he landed onto the floor, ready to strike. 01 lunged towards the panicked APEX who struggled to move a flimsy mahogany wardrobe. 01 stabbed APEX in his left leg, APEX then crumbled to the ground cursing in agony and violently swearing at 0118 who shut him up by beating him in the chest with his AR2. I received the signal that VANGUARD had finished his end of the house the operation was a success.

'All units, disengage at once and return to base for debriefing, HVT is secure, repeat, HVT is secure. Excellent work units.' I called in to all operation frequencies; I then switched to the Commander's channel. 'Sir.' I began. 'The operation has been a success; APEX has been recovered along with another HVT on the Overwatch Blacklist.'
'Well done Commanders.' The CmD rasped. '0118's Dropship is coming back around to provide you and the HVT evac.'
'Copy that sir.' Said VANGUARD with a hint of pride.

The Dropship greeted us by way of an extending black access ramp opening up, motioning us inside, the DvCs and I dragged the two HVTs aboard and took off. We were now more than a couple minutes in the air when an alarm triggered in the cabin, the pilot spoke with monotoned panic.
'Commanders! Brace! Multiple rocket signatures inbound!'
The Dropship was struck twice in rapid succession, the cabin shook violently, the HVTs wailed in fear as we clung fast and ordered the pilot to evade the incoming projectiles, the pilot failed to do so as the craft was hit my a final rocket as hurtled quickly into the alpine below.


End of Part Two.

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I saw this trailer a while ago, I asked a couple people if they were looking forward to it; they said they had no idea what this movie was.
I thought I would share this with you guys, here are the two trailers, my favorite one is Russell Crowe's because his voice is rather chilling.
Whether or not this new Superman will be any good remains to be seen however the demigod Christopher Nolan (Director of the Dark Knight trilogy) is producing it and Zack Snyder (Director of Watchmen) is directing it. My prediction is that it will be a damned good film that will reboot the Superman franchise.

<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wArmHSPIvlQ" target="_blank">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wArmHSPIvlQ</a>

<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c_VRP5q1Zow" target="_blank">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c_VRP5q1Zow</a>

What are your thoughts on this? Your predictions/expetations ect?