Post by Champ on Jul 9, 2006 23:44:07 GMT -4
Operation:Paylow
By Champ Mars, Mysteryknight,Suppersize, and Historian
CHAPTER 1
FIRETEAM BLUE: TIME TO MOVE
In 2010 many corporations split from their home nations and became new nations. A great war broke out for land, which lasted for the next 20 years. By 2030 everything had calmed, and the world was divided into small plots belonging to different corporations. It seemed that there would be peace. But PMI inc. wouldn't settle for their rather large plot of land in Western Canada, they had to have everything. And thus began a new war, their first target:Pallen industries.
Samuel "Spam" 045 waited for his new unit to arrive. He stood in the lobby of the Pallen industries polar base, in northern Ontario, Canada. It was the farthest point North pallen industries had reached. Sam once again looked at the roster for Fireteam Blue. There were a few familiar faces, his friends Rachel,Mick and Erick, but the other two were unknowns. Sam found it odd that there were six people in the fireteam, and that it wasn't part of a larger unit. But he payed no mind as he waited.
Sam was of average height, Canadian by birth. He was 25 years old, had black spiky hair and had the beginnings of a beard. He had plain, serious, brown eyes. He was thin and not particularly strong. But, as an assassin, strength meant nothing. Speed, agility and the ability to hide yourself counted for everything.
Sam had never known his parents, nor his last name. They used his registration number with the Ontario HQ as his last name, 045. Sam couldn't remember a time when the military hadn't touched him, but for the last seven years he had officially been a soldier. But he had been raised near a base, and had even done drills as a young boy, he was an orphan taken in by the military. At least, that's what they told him.
The first of his soldiers approached, Sam grimaced seeing a diver in full gear.
"Simon Lator, reporting for duty." The diver said, through his mask.
"Take off the gear." Sam moaned.
Simon did as he was told.
"Sorry." He said sheepishly.
"What compelled you to do that in the first place?" Sam asked.
"Your supposed to show up in a uniform signifying your job." Simon said.
It was true, standard protocol called for appearing in the gear for the job you would be playing in the unit, but few observed it.
'This kid must be a rookie.' Sam thought. 'What am i going to do with a diver any way?'
"Well, any way, welcome to fireteam blue." Sam said, breaking out of his thoughts.
"Sir, if i may ask,what is your job?" Simon asked.
"I'm an assassin." He said. "One of two."
"And here is two of two." Said a female voice.
Rachel Gothic descended from the ceiling, she had been hanging there using her grappling hook.
"Nice to see an old friend." Sam said.
"Yeah, it's only been what, a week?" Rachel asked, sarcastically.
"Two weeks." Sam corrected.
"Wow, two weeks, how did you survive?" Rachel asked, still sarcastic.
It was their old game, Sam saying something normal and Rachel questioning it and laying on sarcasm so thick you could cut it with a knife.
Sam and Rachel had known each other since their days at the battle academy. Rachel had been raised for the military, like Sam. But she had also been trained to be a genious. She was meant to be perfect, but she had a fatal flaw. She was incredibly independent, so she had a habit of ignoring orders. She was a sweet girl, when you got to know her. She liked horror movies and punk-rock.
She was about the same height as Sam, had platinum blonde hair, which was in a ponytail at the moment. She never let her hair lay flat. She had crystal blue eyes, that Sam thought were the most beutiful eyes a woman could have, though he never said this out loud. She wasn't as fast as Sam, or as agile, but she was the most accurate person with a gun he had ever seen. Head shots from a mile away without a scope, she was terryfying with a gun. And now she settled down on the desk of the front lobby, cleaning her pistol and waiting with the others for the next soldier.
The next soldier was Nick Niginuts, and he was walking down the stairs trying to find his unit. He was from Philidelphia, and was a bit of a whiner, but he was good at fighting. He was a "Melee specialist" as the company called it. He thought it ought to be called "Guy who punches stuff".He was a tall guy, he had short cut red hair, blue eyes, and was over all muscular. He saw the group gathering in the lobby and went down.
"Do you know where fireteam blue is?" He asked Sam.
"Standing in front of it, kid." Sam said. "And you are?"
"Nick Niginuts, sir." Nick said, not noticing Rachel snicker at the name.
"Well, seeing your clothing I think we ought to call you Numbnuts, you going outside in that, soldier?" Sam asked, laughing.
Nick was in his gym clothes, a muscle shirt and sweatpants.
"Well we ain't goin' outside is we?" Nick asked, desperately.
"The proper way to say that is "Well, we aren't going outside are we?"" Rachel said, she was a bit touchy about proper English.
"Sorry, ma'am." Nick said.
Sam hit him.
"What's that about!?" Nick shouted. "She made fun of me!"
"She's my friend." Sam said. "You aren't."
"That's playing favorites, you can't do that!" Nick shouted.
"Fine." Said Sam. "Think of it this way, she's a lady, and you aren't."
"Or is he?" Simon muttered to Rachel, who chuckled.
Nick muttered for a minute, but didn't argue.
A short while later a bulky soldier, covered in mechanical armor walked up, his head hidden behind his helmet.
"Mick, is that you?" Sam asked.
"You got any food?" The soldier asked.
"It's Mick." Rachel said.
Mick Atty was a super soldier, genetically modified since birth to be the most strong warrior in the army. But since they were free of military restrictions at 16 Mick had put on pounds. Two hundred pounds to be precise. He now weighed four hundred twenty pounds. Five hundred with the armor. Mick and Sam had met at the battle academy, in Sam's sophmore year. They were both in to Anime, and even went to a few conventions. Sam and a few of his old friends, Rachel included, had watched as Mick ate almost anything they put in front of him, including a silver platter. He was a nice guy, but his strength had caused Sam some rather painful injuries in his young life. Including a broken neck.
Mick was tall to accomodate his weight. He had curly blonde hair and blue eyes, his gut was enormous, stretching the limits of all of his clothing, including his armor. He could kill someone with his weight alone.
"Well, that just leaves Erick." Sam said. Rachel moaned.
"You were saying." Said a strong black man.
Erick Mann was a standard soldier. He had grown up in New York with dreams of playing in the NFL, but when he moved to Canada and the NFL disbanded because of the war that dream collapsed. Still, Canada had a football league that was still running, and Erick made friends with Sam at a young age. He signed up for the army with Sam, but he never went to the battle academy. He was a pervert, and Rachel hated him for it. She couldn't stand him, especially after he had sent only one message over his walkie-talkie on their first mission. That message was "BIKINIS!!!!".
"So, what are we doing?" Erick asked.
"Well, I didn't plan it." Sam said, reading a message on his head set as it printed on next to him."But we're moving out.
END CHAPTER 1
By Champ Mars, Mysteryknight,Suppersize, and Historian
CHAPTER 1
FIRETEAM BLUE: TIME TO MOVE
In 2010 many corporations split from their home nations and became new nations. A great war broke out for land, which lasted for the next 20 years. By 2030 everything had calmed, and the world was divided into small plots belonging to different corporations. It seemed that there would be peace. But PMI inc. wouldn't settle for their rather large plot of land in Western Canada, they had to have everything. And thus began a new war, their first target:Pallen industries.
Samuel "Spam" 045 waited for his new unit to arrive. He stood in the lobby of the Pallen industries polar base, in northern Ontario, Canada. It was the farthest point North pallen industries had reached. Sam once again looked at the roster for Fireteam Blue. There were a few familiar faces, his friends Rachel,Mick and Erick, but the other two were unknowns. Sam found it odd that there were six people in the fireteam, and that it wasn't part of a larger unit. But he payed no mind as he waited.
Sam was of average height, Canadian by birth. He was 25 years old, had black spiky hair and had the beginnings of a beard. He had plain, serious, brown eyes. He was thin and not particularly strong. But, as an assassin, strength meant nothing. Speed, agility and the ability to hide yourself counted for everything.
Sam had never known his parents, nor his last name. They used his registration number with the Ontario HQ as his last name, 045. Sam couldn't remember a time when the military hadn't touched him, but for the last seven years he had officially been a soldier. But he had been raised near a base, and had even done drills as a young boy, he was an orphan taken in by the military. At least, that's what they told him.
The first of his soldiers approached, Sam grimaced seeing a diver in full gear.
"Simon Lator, reporting for duty." The diver said, through his mask.
"Take off the gear." Sam moaned.
Simon did as he was told.
"Sorry." He said sheepishly.
"What compelled you to do that in the first place?" Sam asked.
"Your supposed to show up in a uniform signifying your job." Simon said.
It was true, standard protocol called for appearing in the gear for the job you would be playing in the unit, but few observed it.
'This kid must be a rookie.' Sam thought. 'What am i going to do with a diver any way?'
"Well, any way, welcome to fireteam blue." Sam said, breaking out of his thoughts.
"Sir, if i may ask,what is your job?" Simon asked.
"I'm an assassin." He said. "One of two."
"And here is two of two." Said a female voice.
Rachel Gothic descended from the ceiling, she had been hanging there using her grappling hook.
"Nice to see an old friend." Sam said.
"Yeah, it's only been what, a week?" Rachel asked, sarcastically.
"Two weeks." Sam corrected.
"Wow, two weeks, how did you survive?" Rachel asked, still sarcastic.
It was their old game, Sam saying something normal and Rachel questioning it and laying on sarcasm so thick you could cut it with a knife.
Sam and Rachel had known each other since their days at the battle academy. Rachel had been raised for the military, like Sam. But she had also been trained to be a genious. She was meant to be perfect, but she had a fatal flaw. She was incredibly independent, so she had a habit of ignoring orders. She was a sweet girl, when you got to know her. She liked horror movies and punk-rock.
She was about the same height as Sam, had platinum blonde hair, which was in a ponytail at the moment. She never let her hair lay flat. She had crystal blue eyes, that Sam thought were the most beutiful eyes a woman could have, though he never said this out loud. She wasn't as fast as Sam, or as agile, but she was the most accurate person with a gun he had ever seen. Head shots from a mile away without a scope, she was terryfying with a gun. And now she settled down on the desk of the front lobby, cleaning her pistol and waiting with the others for the next soldier.
The next soldier was Nick Niginuts, and he was walking down the stairs trying to find his unit. He was from Philidelphia, and was a bit of a whiner, but he was good at fighting. He was a "Melee specialist" as the company called it. He thought it ought to be called "Guy who punches stuff".He was a tall guy, he had short cut red hair, blue eyes, and was over all muscular. He saw the group gathering in the lobby and went down.
"Do you know where fireteam blue is?" He asked Sam.
"Standing in front of it, kid." Sam said. "And you are?"
"Nick Niginuts, sir." Nick said, not noticing Rachel snicker at the name.
"Well, seeing your clothing I think we ought to call you Numbnuts, you going outside in that, soldier?" Sam asked, laughing.
Nick was in his gym clothes, a muscle shirt and sweatpants.
"Well we ain't goin' outside is we?" Nick asked, desperately.
"The proper way to say that is "Well, we aren't going outside are we?"" Rachel said, she was a bit touchy about proper English.
"Sorry, ma'am." Nick said.
Sam hit him.
"What's that about!?" Nick shouted. "She made fun of me!"
"She's my friend." Sam said. "You aren't."
"That's playing favorites, you can't do that!" Nick shouted.
"Fine." Said Sam. "Think of it this way, she's a lady, and you aren't."
"Or is he?" Simon muttered to Rachel, who chuckled.
Nick muttered for a minute, but didn't argue.
A short while later a bulky soldier, covered in mechanical armor walked up, his head hidden behind his helmet.
"Mick, is that you?" Sam asked.
"You got any food?" The soldier asked.
"It's Mick." Rachel said.
Mick Atty was a super soldier, genetically modified since birth to be the most strong warrior in the army. But since they were free of military restrictions at 16 Mick had put on pounds. Two hundred pounds to be precise. He now weighed four hundred twenty pounds. Five hundred with the armor. Mick and Sam had met at the battle academy, in Sam's sophmore year. They were both in to Anime, and even went to a few conventions. Sam and a few of his old friends, Rachel included, had watched as Mick ate almost anything they put in front of him, including a silver platter. He was a nice guy, but his strength had caused Sam some rather painful injuries in his young life. Including a broken neck.
Mick was tall to accomodate his weight. He had curly blonde hair and blue eyes, his gut was enormous, stretching the limits of all of his clothing, including his armor. He could kill someone with his weight alone.
"Well, that just leaves Erick." Sam said. Rachel moaned.
"You were saying." Said a strong black man.
Erick Mann was a standard soldier. He had grown up in New York with dreams of playing in the NFL, but when he moved to Canada and the NFL disbanded because of the war that dream collapsed. Still, Canada had a football league that was still running, and Erick made friends with Sam at a young age. He signed up for the army with Sam, but he never went to the battle academy. He was a pervert, and Rachel hated him for it. She couldn't stand him, especially after he had sent only one message over his walkie-talkie on their first mission. That message was "BIKINIS!!!!".
"So, what are we doing?" Erick asked.
"Well, I didn't plan it." Sam said, reading a message on his head set as it printed on next to him."But we're moving out.
END CHAPTER 1