Spectre made a desperate rush for the PHANTOM unit, holding his Combine Sniper Rifle similar to a pole-arm, taking advantage of it's large barrel. He felt another Pulse Round rip into his Torso, the Adrenaline shot he took earlier began to be rendered useless compared to all the damage delivered by the unit. Spectre made a desperate swing at the unit, connecting to the OTA units faceplate. The OTA unit returned the attack, raising his heavy AR2 and bringing it down onto Spectre. Spectre took the hit, falling to his kis knees, Dave Woods approaching the OTA unit from behind with his AR2.
Dave raised his AR2, bringing it down onto the OTA unit. The OTA unit took the hit, stumbling forward, tripping over Spectre, causing Spectre to fall onto his back in the process. Spectre saw a shining light and attempted to roll out of the unit's reached, the light being blocked off when the unit gripped Spectre by his already damaged leg via. a Sniper Dark Energy Pulse. Spectre attempted to kick the OTA unit away from him as he fumbled for his MP7. Spectre aimed roughly at the OTA unit and squeezed the trigger in, the unit's heavy armour preventing all shots from penetrating.
The OTA unit knocked the MP7 away from Spectre and gripped him by the throat, forcing him in front as a human shield. Dave remained frozen to the spot, considering his options, clearly choosing the worst. Dave charged both the OTA unit and Spectre, forcing them both over the railing and using them both to cushion the impact. Spectre was forced to the bottom, holding up his right arm in an attempt to stop the plummeting OTA unit and Dave.
It was with a crunch that all the bones past and including the elbow in Spectre's right arm fractured to such severity and complexity that it would be a Surgeons nightmare. Spectre let out a cry of pain and agony as the OTA unit fumbled to his feet and held Spectre up as a human shield yet again. The OTA unit resorted to his Combat Knife, holding it to a heavily wounded Spectre's throat.
"Shoot through my shoulder!" demanded Spectre, "Just shoot the fucker!"
"Vacate or Spectre's status will be rendered DECEASED" demanded PHANTOM-0, the OTA unit. "Three..." he begun to count. Dave hesitated before lowering to a crouch and placing his AR2 in the mud, taking a handful of it with him.
"I don't want him to be hurt, okay..." negotiated Dave, to no avail.
"Two..." PHANTOM-0 continued. Dave threw the mud at Spectre and PHANTOM-0 as he fumbled for his AR2 in a last grab at Spectre's life....
...To no avail. PHANTOM-0 navigated Spectre to take all of the mud to the face as PHANTOM-0 backed up, taking Spectre with him.
"I'm sorry, Spectre..." apologised Dave.
"Dave, you fucking tell Evie I love her..." Spectre demanded. "And tell her to find the Mercenary, Christopher G. Mackenzie, or I swear to god, I will haunt you."
PHANTOM-0 proceeded to back away with Spectre, heading towards the local OTA F.O.B. or Forward Operating Base.
It was later that a RAZOR trained arrived in City 18 carrying a Level 1 importance Cargo. Three OverWatch Transhuman Arm Units - One being a KING unit - was dispatched to escort the cargo with numerous high command units. An Officer waited outside the train station with a Divisional Commander.
"Well, well, well..." taunted the Officer. "What have we here?"
"Fuck off." Spectre answered. "I have better things to do than listen to you." The Officer watched in his disgust as Spectre proceeded towards the Nexus, tied and wounded. Citizens and Units alike shot glares back and forwards in-between each other and the apparently arrested unit.
One female citizen looked down to her feet, removing a pair of dog-tags from her neck and reading them, 'Johnson L. Phillips.' She closed her hand around them, gripping them tightly, a single tear darting out of her left eye and dropping to the concrete below.
"Oh, John..." she muttered to herself as tears flowed down her cheeks.
Spectre was led to the Torture room, being strapped down to the chair and having his already damaged right hand crushed under the might of an OTA unit. Spectre cried out on agony. Divisional Commander Three-Oh-Five awaited him.
"Well, what have we here..." he begun. "Seven-Six-Seven, to treatment." he ordered over the radio. "Well, remember me, Spectre?" asked 305.
"No..." answered Spectre.
"Unit Three-Oh-Five?" continued 305.
"No bells rung." replied Spectre. 305 let out a slight grunt.
"Well, I was an Oh-Four when you left." explained 305, holding his head high with pride, now being a Divisional Commander.
"What, you want me to congratulate you?" taunted Spectre.
"Thank you." responded 305. Spectre sneered. Three-0-5 left the room, Six-One-Nine taking his place - One of many who have sworn to take Spectre's life from him.
A recruit entered the room, head held high with incorrectly gained pride.
That Recruit was Seven-Six-Seven, Six-Seven-Six's brother.
"Five-Oh-One..." he thought allowed. "...At least tell me why you killed my brother."
"Only if you have the time to listen to a story..." said Spectre, announcing the Terms and Conditions of the information.
"I have time..." replied Seven-Six-Seven.
Spectre told the story of him and Six-Seven-Six, from start to finish, eventually laying down the facts behind the CCA such as the Brainwashing, the Torture, the Augmentations, the true motives behind the Universal Union.
"Don't listen to this liar." ordered Six-One-Nine.
"You lied to your superior after I killed and revived Six-Seven-Six with a knife at our third encounter!" Spectre shouted.
"And what's not to say I didn't tell the Sectoral Commander afterwards?" asked Six-One-Nine.
"You'd get beaten and blackmarked - and you know it." Spectre responded, still shouting. Six-One-Nine let out a grunt. Six-One-Nine approached Spectre, strapped down and helpless.
"OTA, hold his head." ordered Six-One-Nine.
"Wait, what are you doing...?" Asked Spectre.
"Revoking from thou what 676 gave thou." Six-One-Nine replied almost religiously. The OTA unit secured his grip on Spectre's head.
Six-One-Nine lunged out for Spectre's left cybernetic eyeball, the faceplate being taken off by Six-One-Nine half way through the story. His entire hand entered Spectre's eye socket, stretching the bounds of them painfully as Six-One-Nine crushed Spectre's left eye-ball. Spectre cried out in agony to the Brainwashed and Augmented's pleasure. Six-One-Nine repeated the process with the other eye, ripping this one perfectly out. The OTA unit kept his grip on Spectre's head as Spectre thrashed about in the chair to no success.
"Release." ordered Six-One-Nine. The OTA unit stood back to his previous position, snapping to attention with his MP7. Spectre's head hung forward. Seven-Six-Seven stepped forward, placing Six-Seven-Six's armband over Spectre's now empty eye sockets as both an insult and to remember the infamous Divisional Commander.
Three-Oh-Five entered the room.
"This is over." he announced. "Send him to NOVA Prospekt." ordered Three-Oh-Five. The OTA unit came to life, unstrapping Spectre and dragging him along behind him by his left wrist due to his lack of eyesight.
A RAZOR train rolled into the NOVA Prospekt station in the City 18 Train-station.
Spectre was loaded aboard, placed in a Pod and watched by the same OTA unit who captured him, PHANTOM-0.
"...And tell her to find the Mercenary, Christopher G. Mackenzie..."
Chris approached Spectre's diary, half buried in the mud, a title written in pen on the white area with lines for the author to write on. It read "Spectre - Unit 501". Chris lowered to his knees, picking up the diary and shaking the mud off it. Chris, only having one arm, brushed both sides of the Diary against his pants and examined the spine of the Diary.
On the top of the book, in the spine, was a small incision made by a Surgeons scalpel. Chris placed the book under his right armpit, using his left hand to carefully pry the cut open, finding a small bit of folded paper inside. Chris slid out the note, folding it open carefully.
"Chris, if you are reading this, I have an important job for you. You'll find the credit chit in the back cover of the book, it should set you up for a while..."
EDIT: Thank you, Catalyst-Gaming, for the best RP I have had so far in my life across every server I have played on.
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I hope this story still continues with Chris. It's been good helping you create this story.