Yosef_Vanya

Lord Diov: 15
Khellendrosiic: 20
Hallucinogen: 18
Essex: 20
Prodiguy: 18
The Soviet: 19
Lazarus: 13
Devious Me: 20
Burning Brawler: 17
Arashi: 19
Halo Inc: 12
Billy Boy: 16
Leo Gunner: 13
Pheonyx: 15
Mithral Zeta: 17
Cowman: 12
Moiread Scott: 15
Seikon: DEAD
Coldfire Kaiser: HEAD SHOTT'D
Army of Grey: 16
Ozell One: 20

Killed Seikon.
Healed Laz cuz he feels like a dirty fighter useing traps.

So what I have two kill posts now?

Abdul Alharzed was always a misunderstood, and often cast aside youth. When he was a teenager, he found a copy of the Necromonicon in his father’s basement, he immediately began to read from this old book and became strangely attracted to the books contents. Although the book was written in a mix of Arabic, Greek, and Latin he understood a vast majority of the book right from the start, this is where he developed his love for ancient texts. Years pasts, Abdul went to college majoring in ancient language study and historical text. By the time he had graduated (he was top in his class) he had become fluent in Latin and Arabic, which led him to unlock secrets of The Necromonicon by reading its texts.

Abdul's life soon became obsessed on finding THE original Necromonicon, and destroying every copy that wasn't the true thing. No one knew why he became obsessed, most common explanation is the book drove him insane. Years past, he still hadn't found THE original Necromonicon but was getting close, he could feel it. He finally arrived in the last place he was planning on looking for The Necromonicon, Delhi, India. He had forced his way past the monks guarding the vault of sacred objects, and demanded that the vault be opened. The confused monks opened the vault (they were under the influence of The Necromonicon), and Abdul slowly removed object after object looking for The Necromonicon.

At last, his years of dedication had yielded the prize he had wanted in his hands since he was a teenager, the original Necromonicon. He spent a good majority of the next several years reading and memorizing the contents of The Necromonicon. During this time, he inherited unearthly amounts of money from aunts, uncles, and other relatives who had passed away that he didn't knew existed. His fortune didn't stop there, he found many precious stones in his backyard, and one of these was The Blood Ruby. He was corrupted by The Necromonicon’s power and magic, there was no turning back for him. He was given unnaturally long life, and was never sick another day in his life after he had memorized the original Necromonicon.

With his wealth, he bought small war torn counties in Africa, and united them, trained them, and even against impossible odds invaded India, only to have the Indian Prime Minister hand complete power over to Abdul Alharzed. With this new found power, he became a powerful dictator with an iron grip over his county. He worked miracles for his county, wealth pouring in, population skyrocketing, housing for everyone, enough food for everyone and the some, and massive oil deposits off-shore. He built lavish palaces for himself, on the surface he seemed like a very nice dictator, but under it all, it was an act to win two billion peoples hearts and devotion.

Abdul had built his 'perfect' world in India, but it was only /his/ perfect world, but that didn't matter to him, he had billions under his control, he could care less about every single one of them. The palaces he ordered constructed were some of the largest buildings in the entire world, furnished with priceless artifacts, books, rugs, and practically anything you can imagine. Armed guards patrolled the hallways of the palaces (which looked more like museums in some places), thousands of cameras watched every centimeter of the palace. To further his dominance, he placed a world-wide ban on supers, military training, military class weapons, items that could be used in construction of said weapons. All weapons were to be seized on sight, and all supers and those with military training were to be taken with lethal force.

Eventually, people started to see the true man that Abdul Alharzed really was, but they ignored it as the power of The Necromonicon was blinding them. More and more people who openly talked about attempting to overthrow the dictatorship that ruled the county started to disappear for a few days only to come back . . .different. They had lost their free will that Abdul had "given them as a benefit for following him". These people were worked to death in the mines and the oil wells. People started to realize and lose faith in their leader, and then almost as everyone lost faith, something happened.

Abdul Alharzed used The Necromonicon to raise the worlds dead (in certain areas) to invoke fear upon his foes. Many turned to him (and the ones that had turned away from him turned back), and now live under his strict dictatorship, towns are captured by the Undead and are seldom killed, they are usually worked to death in production, mining, and other industrial jobs and then an hour later rise from the dead and work again for all eternity. Abdul's will is almost indomitable, he has a natural will to dominate thus making him a near perfect dictator. Abdul Alharzed is a codename, not his real name. He chooses not to use his real name for reasons unknown, he travels with his personal body guard, Rommel Herrman, also known as Kommandant Thuel.

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Underground Delhi, New India. . .

"Hello," a shadowy voice spoke into the telephone.

There was no answer.

"Shadows and Dusk. I'm here to place an order. . ." the voice spoke again while shuffling though some papers on top of their desk.

"Husk Corporation is at your service." Said a smooth, metallic and artificial voice. "You have stated a password of security clearance six. Please state your order in a clear voice. Hang the phone up once you are finished."

"We need an extra 500 regiments of 35 by next week. 25 standard troopers, five snipers, four elite troopers, and one commando," the voice hung up without saying a word.

Kommandant Thuel walked out of his office, down the hall, turned the corner only to be greeted by two heavily armed elite troopers in black full-body armor, with face visors pulled down. The two men pointed their guns at Kommandant Thuel, looked at each other, and then asked for security codes. Thuel chuckled at the two men, "ya do know that ya two have asked me dat same questin' 'bout a millin' times?"

The first elite trooper looked at Thuel and pulled his visor up, "yea, we know -- ah, hell just go." The second trooper pushed a button on to his side to slide open a plate steel door. "There ya go."

Thuel walked into the elevator, pushed the button for the ground floor, and waited the thirty seconds for the security cameras to take a detailed picture of the contents of the elevator. The elevator ascended from the security bunker to the City Hall where Thuel would step outside of the elevator, walk through the many security checks, walk down the hallway, and finally out into the busy streets of Delhi, New India.

New India was Abdul Alharzed's perfect world, streets were practically paved in gold, and the buildings were in top notch conditions, only the mega rich could even dream about affording a house in the prime neighborhoods. Crimes like stealing bread, and water to feed your family were a thing of the past in all of Abdul Alharzed's empire, of course people still did it, but the last time anyone saw them was in the arms of mysterious soldiers in black reflective armor being carried off into the police headquarters for 're-education'. These mysterious soldiers were everywhere, two in front of every store, a dozen in front of City Halls, and countless pairs patrolling roads, and plazas.

No one to this day knows where the mysterious soldiers in the black armor came from. They weren't there one night, and they were suddenly protecting the city the next. There were thousands -- millions -- of them, all were insanely well trained. That wasn't the only thing weird about them, they all bared a strange marking on their chest plates, almost invisible because they were black, and seemed to blend in with the armor, but they were there underneath Abdul's symbol of power. The soldiers never said a word if they were talked to. They only seem to talk when they have something to say, if you were being taken away they would ask you nicely to come with them or you would be taken with force. It was just something often wondered but never asked by the whole populace under Abdul's iron grip.

In the center of New India stands a massive 700 foot tall black reflective pyramid with four 555 foot obelisks made of black obsidian surrounding it. This imposing structure was Abdul Alharzed's palace, around the parameter of this property stood a twelve foot tall fence constructed out of electrified razor-wire, with armed guards and guard towers every 250 feet. The inside of this monster is surprisingly easy to navigate, the rooms are a mixture of high tech to Egyptian style. The contents of Abdul's personal room are unknown to almost everyone but himself, and several other high ranking officials.

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Somewhere Near Moscow, Russia. . .

Twenty black windowless cargo planes approached the forest around Moscow, Russia. The backs of the cargo planes slowly opened, trails of what looked like black blotches in the night sky poured out of the back and slowly fell to the ground. Voices could be heard throughout the fields where the black blotches landed. Sounds of guns being cocked filled the air, half of the troops moved in one direction while the other half moved another.

The troops moved around the city, and slowly inside. They took up positions inside various buildings and waited. The signal came across their private channel, a few silenced shots broke the calm of the night, doors were kicked out, and the troops caught Moscow completely off guard. Only two civilian casualties. A small task force broke into the Russian Prime Ministers house, ran up the stairs, searched the house, and thirty-seven seconds later, they found the sleeping Prime Minister. They reached down and grabbed the sleeping Prime Minister. They handcuffed his hands to his feet, shot a sleeping drug into his blood stream, and carried him outside where they threw him into the middle of the city square.

Night turned into day, the sleeping Prime Minister awoke to see himself handcuffed to a flagpole and three armed guards standing behind him. People poured down the street being poked by P-90 wielding soldiers. "By order of Abdul Alharzed, Moscow and the remaining Russian territories are to be turned over. Or your whole county will face the consequences."

The Prime Minister though this over and answered in fractured English "Moscow will never surrender."

"Very well," The commander spoke. "Everyone out of the city."

The troops started to walk out of Moscow in a long staggered formation.

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Somewhere near a mass grave. . .

The ground swirled with dark energies, boney hands poked out of the ground, fog seeped out of the ground and into the air. Soon the whole area was covered with a thick fog, and then minutes later the fog cleared. A few thousand Undead stood in what was once a field 180 miles outside Moscow, Russia. The sounds of Undead trying to talk, and scream filled the air. The Undead horde moved forward in a slow pace, walking, slowly becoming more and more of what it was intended to be, a killing machine.

(( Well, here is where I stop at the siege of Moscow. Remember, have fun and happy posting. Feel free to jump in wherever. ))

(( This is the new RP that I said I was writing. I don't think I'll get many people to join, but hey I'll still write on if no one joins in. ))

(( Just some rules:

No Godmodding,
No one-shotting other peoples posters,
No doomsday devices unless approved by myself,
If you need a explanation about something please ask,
Please don't write yourself in as say, leader of The Resistance or any other position that might be filled by myself or someone else,
Please don't control other peoples characters,
Please don't use more than three characters,
Remember to have fun! ))

(( Undead Stats:

Basic Undead, anywhere from one hour to 120 years dead. Basic Undead move at a jogging pace and can walk. They have dark and toxic based attacks (Shadow Maul, Neurotoxin Breath, Brawl), use their bare fists, will use blunt objects if they can. Basic Undead look like they did when they died, the older ones will look decomposed accordingly. The only way to stop the Undead is to burn them, any other types of damage will not hurt them, and it can slow them down. Dismemberment will slow them down, but eventually will pull themselves back together. Healing will not stop the Undead, it will make them foam up for twenty or so minutes. The only way to be assimilated into being an Undead is to have a Floater come into contact with you while you are poisoned by an Undead.

Undead Legion, anywhere from 120 to 400 years dead. Undead Legion move at a marching pace, they can have short bursts of amazing speed. They have dark and toxic based attacks (Shadow Maul, Smite, Touch of Fear, Envenom, Neurotoxin Breath, and Brawl), use their bare fists, and will use blunt objects if they can. Undead Legion look like extremely decayed humans to human skeletal forms. The only way to stop the Undead Legion is to burn them with fire, any other types of damage will not hurt them, and it can slow them down. Dismemberment will slow them down, but eventually will pull themselves back together. Healing will not stop the Undead, it will make them foam up for twenty or so minutes. The only way to be assimilated into being an Undead is to have a Floater come into contact with you while you are poisoned by an Undead.

Floaters, anywhere from 400+ years dead. Floaters fly at a slow but imposing space. They have dark and toxic based blasts (Touch of Fear, Soul Extraction, Siphon Life, Envenom, Weaken, Neurotoxin Breath, and Paralytic Poison). Floaters look like fog in the air. The only way to stop the Floaters is to burn them, any other types of damage will not hurt them, and it can slow them down. Dismemberment will slow them down, but eventually will pull themselves back together. Healing will not stop the Undead, it will make them foam up for twenty or so minutes. The only way to be assimilated into being an Undead is to have a Floater come into contact with you while you are poisoned by an Undead. ))

(( Heroes:

Heroes can start anywhere they want besides in the hostile zones controlled by The Undead, or by Abdul Alharzed's forces. The areas not controlled by Abdul Alharzed are: North America, South America, Hawaii, heavily populated areas of Russia, heavily populated areas in Europe, Australia, and Paragon City. You can move into more hostile areas, but you will be checked a few times by soldiers (not Undead) loyal only to Abdul Alharzed. You can and will be attacked by Villains, for this reason it is encouraged that you join up with others. All heroes don't have to be a part of The Resistance, but most of them could be as The Resistance is, well, is what its name suggests. The Resistance's mane goal is to get rid of Abdul Alharzed before he takes over the world, their location is TOP SECRET, no villain not even Abdul Alharzed knows where it is. ))

(( Villains:

Villains can start anywhere that they want besides Paragon City. The areas that are controlled by Abdul Alharzed will still require a few security checks by soldiers (not Undead) to enter (only cities, not the area itself). Villains can attack heroes, and they can attack you, for this reason it is encouraged that you join up with others. Villains can be a part of Abdul Alharzed's plan, but please ask me for confirmation.))

(( World Map:

Areas not controlled by Abdul Alharzed are: North America, South America, Hawaii, heavily populated areas of Russia, heavily populated areas in Europe, Australia, and Paragon City.

Strongpoints for Abdul Alharzed are: All of India and the surrounding areas, most of Asia, most of south Eastern Europe, Africa, and China.

Weak points for Abdul Alharzed: Areas around Paragon City, North America, South America, some areas in China, some areas in south eastern Europe. ))

Lord Diov: 16
Khellendrosiic: 19
Hallucinogen: 17
Essex: 19
Prodiguy: 16
The Soviet: 18
Lazarus: 14
Devious Me: 18
Burning Brawler: 16
Arashi: 15
Halo Inc: 15
Billy Boy: 16
Leo Gunner: 13
Pheonyx: 15
Mithral Zeta: 16
Cowman: 13
Moiread Scott: 15
Seikon: 11
Coldfire Kaiser: HEAD SHOTT'D
Army of Grey: 15
Ozell One: 18

Point for Diov for giveing me suggestions on my new thread that should be posted now but damn fourm ate it.

Lord Diov: 14
Khellendrosiic: 19
Hallucinogen: 17
Essex: 19
Prodiguy: 16
The Soviet: 18
Lazarus: 14
Devious Me: 18
Burning Brawler: 16
Arashi: 15
Halo Inc: 15
Billy Boy: 16
Leo Gunner: 13
Pheonyx: 15
Mithral Zeta: 16
Cowman: 13
Moiread Scott: 15
Seikon: 13
Coldfire Kaiser: DEAD
Army of Grey: 15
Ozell One: 18

Killed Coldfire Kaiser.
Healed Essex, because she is teh 1337 h3410rz.

Lord Diov: 13
Khellendrosiic: 18
Hallucinogen: 17
Essex: 18
Prodiguy: 16
The Soviet: 17
Lazarus: 14
Devious Me: 18
Burning Brawler: 16
Arashi: 15
Halo Inc: 15
Billy Boy: 16
Leo Gunner: 13
Pheonyx: 15
Mithral Zeta: 16
Cowman: 14
Moiread Scott: 15
Seikon: 13
Coldfire Kaiser: 3
Army of Grey: 15
Ozell One: 18

Hurt Diov 'cuz he forgot me.
Healed Ozell One 'cuz he rocks.
'Nuf said.

Wait... where am I on this? I'm still a roleplayer to my knlowedge :P No biggy though. I don't post much because I'm kind of not feeling it as much as I did,but I am writeing a (maybe) Semi-Open RP.

Ragrok had spent a great deal of time joging over to where Quickshot had ran off to. His hearing kicked in, a sheet of granite rushed up from the ground on to his existing granite armor, and was sealed into place with crystals and other minerals. He crouched down low, hopeing he wasnt seen, and hopeing to blend in with his surroundings as a large rock.

He sat and watched as the fight moved on.

((OOC: Im sorry if this is seeming bitchy or such, but how many characters do you need. One or two, maybe three is enough for any one man, woman, child, or other. Sorry, just expressing my opnion.))

((Eh, I was gonna post earlier, I decided to wait a bit...))

Ragrok reached down and picked and summoned a large stone. He threw the stone in the path of the slug heading twards him. The slug periced the rock, and continued to come twards him, as did the rock twards Quickshot. He saw that the round was armor perceing or was some sort of special round. He put his large beastly hand out at the round and tried to grab the round.

The round was severly slowed down but still packed a punch, Ragrok had the rocks on his hand and his lower arm shatterd. He lifted his huge feet and slammed it down createing a localised earthquake. Seconds later he created another localised earthquake with his other feet, in the oppsite direction.

With luck the two localised earthquakes would cause the surrounding trees to fall down in the way he had hoped the would. He let out a taunting roar twards his opponet.

Ragrok walked right into the two projectials hurled at him. They exploded with intense impact, shattering the crystals on his body, but the granite armor underneath the crystals were unscaved. Being a few meters away from arm reach Ragrok reached down to the rich soild underneath his massive stone coverd feet.

He tore out the roots and truck of a small 5 meter tall tree, he swung the tree by its roots at the source of the projectials. Ragrok charged at the source (moveing slowly ((Granite Armor, Crystal Armor (really weak, only for looks), and Minerals is on)) ). He readied himself for his attackers retaliations.

((Think Hulk throwing tree at tanks.))

Ragrok crashed his two stone, crystal, and molten fists together causeing derbis to be spewed aross a 10 yard radius around him forward. The vines obsturcting his view up ahead of him where cut to peices and boiled away from the magma, crystal, and stone that had impacted the vines. Ragrok grumbled something inconhertely in his native tounge while stepping forward.

His natural heightend hearing picked up the crunching of the leaves a few meters forward of him. Instictively Ragrok unrooted himself (lowering his defences serverly) and snuck sliently closer to where the sound was comeing from. He moved recklessly and open to attack if noticed. ((*HINT*))

The grass, trees, bushes, and small furit trees around the sleeping giant were pushed away by some unknown almost unnatural force. Ragrok The Maruader woke up senseing the disturbance in the harmony of his surroundings. A sheet of rock, dirt, sand, and mud rose up out of the ground and surrounded Ragrok.

He let out a roar -- suddenly a rush of air came down around the rooted giant. The air formed sort of a cage around Ragrok. Ragrok struggled in vain to get out of the air cage. Air was slowly being removed from the air cage untill he was unconscious.

Ragrok woke up in a small grey room with a portal in the center. ((Sounds familiar )) Ragrok tried to pull rocks, dirt, sand, mud, and some ash out of the groud around him but it was furitless. He was surgeing with power, he focused himself with one powerful blow he attacked the wall closest to him, only to be met with hurting fists.

The only way out, apparently, was through the portal. Ragrok growled to himself and stepped into the portal where he awoke in what looked like his homeworld... a forest planet coverd with trees that reached into the skies, and that were wider and taller than any sky-scraper that ever existed. Ragrok was greeted by a small fox-like animal growling at his foot, he growled back at the fox-like animal -- the fox ran away after hearing the sound.

Bears and deer roamed the forest co-existing together in perfect harmony. Ragrok was happy here, once again he tried to call stone, mud, sand, dirt, ash, and some crystal-like structures to surround himself. All the earthly materials he called around himself seeped out of the ground, on to him, and finaly sealing in place.

Ragrok let out an ear shattering roar and began to explore his new home.

((Yup, its sure dead here...))

Wonderful. That made my day Essie, cheered me up too! Very nice. All I can say.

Thuel's radio cracked with a new message from command in New Mu, "Kommandant Thuel, you are to report back to New Mu immedatly. End transmission."

Thuel looked at Nikolai and his posse, "looks like we better get going. Follow me," Thuel turned back around out of the tunnel to see a small group of Rebel ambushers sitting down at a broken table coverd with a map, a few guns, a baseball bat, and a few rifles. "Nikleboy, show me what ya men can do." Thuel spoke quietly before sinking back into the passageway.

On instinct Nikolai and his posse move into potsition. Yoseph and Vanya crouched down lower to the ground, cocked their AKs, took aim at the group. While Tupikov readied his demolition charges for colaspeing the tunnel behind them after they were done. Yoseph and Vanya opend fire on the Rebels seated at the table, with a loud boom Tupikov threw a concusion grenade at the table before pressing a small flashing button that triggerd a series of small explosions that emploded the makeshift tunnel behind them.

The Rebels seated at the table rocked back and forth, and finaly fell aginst the table when the modified AK bullets hit them. Tearing flesh appart, finaly they collasped. "Good? Or not so good, Rommie?" Nikolai asked Thuel who stood watching as Yoseph and Vanya burtaly fired upon the men sitting at the now blood coverd table.

"Very good. Bit to loud for my tastes." Thuel replyed while walked out of the school with Nikolai and his posse at his side. "Ready to come to New Mu?" Thuel asked as they aproached the 'chopper back to New Mu.

Feel free to use Darkstorm, Thuel, or Nikolai. Feel free to PM me if you need to know what any of them would do in any situation.

If you join the Essex Fan Club, you gotta have some sort of hideing power, we do stalk her some times...or is that only me and Hal?

"Its [censored] Christmas, no one to shop for or anything...Well, theres still those people you knew a while back, sent ya an' invite." Darkstorm walked down the street coverd in lights, he seemed to be the only one who walked alone.

He arrived at the door, opening the door he let out a sigh, "Hey everyone, da D is back. Dont worry, there will be no anual sucide watch this year...hopefully."

Thuel nodded at the six men who walked around the makeshift tunnel, they all looked just like he remember them, "Hullu, Rommal," the slightly insane one with an AK-47 and more ammo than any one man -- maltan, troll, or just trigger happy -- needed for anything strapped to his hips in his bag, around his chest in bandoleers, some in his hat, and a few mines in his backpack! "Whare you been?"

Thuel was about to start speaking to his long lost firends and then, just as usal Yosef Ivanov pulled out his flask of vodkia and began to drink from it. Yosef was a man of avarage height, weight, and had an almost too healthy apititate for women. Yosef carried two lugers, his hat, backpack, and belt full of amunition. "Romy, still drink like -- *hick -- you did?"

Thuel looked at Yosef and pulled out his knife, "Donna ever call me dat 'gain? Clear or do I have to make it clear." He turned to face his insane friend Vanaya Tupikov, "Vanaya! Hows it going, got enough ammo still to wrage a war?" Thuel laughed for the frist time in a while.

He noticed an old friend of his, one who was always quiet probaly one of the most psycotic of the bunch, Joseph Kalmakoff. Joseph Kalmakoff was one of those kids who always was quiet, played with his guns while the others were out drinking. Jospeh was much like the frist one, except more insane.

Eh...Honestly, Im not feeling anything, havent been for a while. It used to be somewhat coherently fun, now between SG matters/personal stuff its not to fun. Dont get me wrong or anything, Ill still be RPing here, just not as /into/ it as I was. My finer works are probaly Thuel, Nikolai, and some of Darkstorm.

I'll miss ya Hal! Be well!

Aproaching the tunnel with caution Thuel chucked a flashbang grenade down the hole, only to be greeted with a familiar voice from his childhood. The voice threw the flashbang grenade out of the tunnel, back into the room where Thuel was. Thuel instintivly rolled to the side of the tunnel to cover himself from the blast.

"Nikolai! Langfristige keine sehen. Englisch schon sprechen? Oder noch gerade Deutscher?" Thuel questioned his old buddy from happier times.

"Ja spreche ich Englisch, etwas Deutschen auch. Was erhielt dich in den Service auch? War die Versprechung von nicht durch das Overmagus für mich ausgewischt werden, " Nikolai responded in german with a chuckle, "Langfristige keine sehen, Rommel. Dieses zu Englisch oder Nr. nehmen?"

Thuel poked his head out from behind the rubble and questioned, "Bist du Widerstand oder instandhalten?" He already knew the asnwer, no. Without hesitation he stood up and rounded the corner into the passageway. "So whats going down now? Work together or go sepreate ways?"

"Work together of course!" Nikolai Kuznetsov responded. "Hier Kerle! Gefunden jemand." He yelled into the tunnel. Six thugs each of whom Thuel reconised almost instantly upon seeing them.

"[censored]," Darkstorm spoke to himself, dodgeing the Consumeds punches and grabs. He jumped backwards and landed on his back "little help here?"

Thuel steped over the hostile corpses, he jammed his foot into one who surrivied barely. Steping inside the next room, was a simple classroom setting, books, desks, everything and more that was needed for teaching nowadays. Looking at the corner of the classroom he noticed a passage way that must have been carved out by the hostiles.

Thuel approached the passageway with caution. . .

((This is just a consilidiation of my posts, about the University.))

Thuel nodded his head and with that he walked out the door, and into the alleyway. He walked down the busy streets of New Mu to The Overmagus' private airport, not to far from where he was. He boarded the plane and waited. . .
When Thuel boarded the jet that would carrie him to Paragon, it immediatly took off and rocketed through the air at high speeds twards Paragon. Within minutes the plane was already over the Atlantic Ocean, within minutes he would be over Peregrine Isle, where he would parachute out of the plane. Then he would procede to tracking down his target.

"Kommandant Thuel, you are clear for landing in a few minutes." The speaker in the cargo plane announced. The cargo plane banked to the right. In the back of the cargo plane, a cable fell from the center of the hull. On the end of this cable was a box, with two buttons on it; a green flashing one and a red solid one. The green one was incase he had to abort. The red one was to open the hatch and jump out.

"I dont need to land." He mutterd, walked over to the loading hatch of the plane, pressed the flashing red button. The hatch opend, slowly. Thuel grabbed on to a bar to keep his ground. He spotted Peregrine Isle, grabbed a chute and jumped. . . Thuel jumped out of the cargo plane, without the pilot knowing so. He was falling quickly twards the ground of Peregerine Isle. A few seconds later, Thuel pulled the parachutes main cord and drifted slowly to the gro und -- instead he landed ontop of a Univeresitys roof.

Thuel had an almost perfect entrance into Peregrine Isle, he had one flaw in his plan as of now. How to get off of the Univeresity roof, without being seen? He could always climb down the side, but with what? He had nothing to climb with. Go inside of the Univeresity? Problem, what if he was seen? He decided to brave it and take the elevator.

Thuel knelt down over the lock on the stairwell doorway, how would he do this? He decided to take out his knife and hack away at the doors lock. After a few mintues of trying, he eventuly hacked through the chain lock on the door to the tower. Thuel took out a tape recorder and clicked record on, "5:47AM Building breached." He clicked the tape recorder off and proceded to climb down the flight of steps.

Thuel pulled out his tape recorder once more, clicked it into recording, then he spoke, "6:02 AM, looks like a Peregrine Isle Portal Corps faculity, or at best maybe a research center." He clicked the recorder off. He stumbled across an air duct entrance point. He pulled out a Swiss Army knife, slowly pried the ducts entrance point open, slid inside, pulled the duct cover back on, and slowly cralwed through the duct.

He came across a fork in the air-ducts path, he picked the right one and cralwed though these ducts untill he had heard voices below him. He listened in on the voices, pulled out his tape recorder, clicked record on, and set it down to record the conversations. He had several tape recorders, he would plan to bug this whole place, expecialy if it was a Portal Corps building. He pulled out his main recorder, clicked record, and spoke into it, "Bug one placed. Streaming to HD Drive A, Memory Chace 12A." After he spoke this he clicked it off, and began bugging other rooms and possible PoIs (Point Of Intrests).

Thuel cralwed through the air ducts, bugging any PoIs he could find, with time the Overmagus' technology people could create a map of the University. Thuel almost fell into the central shaft of the air ducts. He caught his fall with his knife. With his knife now dug deep into the air duct, he had little choice but to drop down. He carefully pulled his knife out of the air duct, keeping a foot on a weld below him. He ripped off a small part of his chassi covering. The exposed super-computer gave off huge ammounts of magitisim, wich he hoped would be enough to stick him to the air duct when he would slide down the central shaft.

He slowly slid down the shaft, to the bottom. He took out his knife and with three strong hacks, he cut open the vent. He walked out of the vent, taped a recorder and a GPS tracker to the side of the vent. He took out his master tape recorder, "Thuel, 6:37 AM. Air duct breached, procedeing to /the/ Hole." He clicked his recorder off. Thuel kicked a not-very-sturdy-wooden door that was probaly ment to be used in some sort of trainging excersise. Kicking the door down revealed a greenhouse, inside the greenhouse there held an old womman watering the plants. In an instant Thuel drew his crey pistol at the old womman -- she bent down to pick up a wattering can, Thuel thought it was some sort of gun. "Stop, right where you are. Army of Life Commander ... ," He hesitated to use his real name, "Rommel. By order of The Army of Life, you are to go home. This univeresity is under investigation."

The womman dropped her gardening tools and quickly ran out of the wooden door -- she never made it though the door -- just then a team of hostiles burst through the door screaming at the womman. Terrible accdient happens when a new recurit gets frightend at an old womman running at them -- three simoultanious gun shots echoed through the basement. The bullet cases fell to the floor, so did the old womman.

Thuel was already hidden behind a planter. He drew his assualt weapon, he knew he could drop any one of them before they knew it, but there was a whole squad outside, puzzled by the shooting of the new recurit. Now was his chance, Thuel clicked his guns safety off, rolled out from behind the planter -- 35 flashes emmited from behind the planter, then *THWAK*, *THWAK*, *THWAK* -- three bullets shatterd the Hostiles tactical vests, the bullets mushroomed upon impact, causeing shrapnel to enter the three mens insides. Four other bullets flew through the air at the Hostile heads -- all 4 had hit their targets. Thuel rolled behind the planter, emptied his clip, took out his shells for the buckshot attachment, and loaded them.

The hostiles unleashed a flurrie of bullets spraying everywhere in the room, they richtoed off of the hard metal ceeling and back into the floor -- Thuel rolled out from behind the planter of the other side, squeesed the trigger twice. Ball -bearings flew at huge speeds into the Holstiles. The ball-bearings tore though the remaining Hostiles -- who were without sheilds, or thick enough tactical vests, perished. The commander of the Hostile team was wounded on the floor. Thuel reloaded his gun, "whats it ganna be? 'Lugs or 'ots?" Thuel questioned ignoreing the mans pleas for mercy. Thuel cocked his rifle, and squeezed a slug shot off into the Hostile commanders head.

Thuel clicked his recorder on once again, "Thuel here, 7:03 AM. . . Hostiles eleminated. 13 dead, 1 colertal casualty -- gardener -- got caught in cross fire." He clicked his recorder off. Thuel walked around the back of the greenhouse. A steel door stood in his way, locked up with steel chains. He took out a demo-charge stuck it to the doorway, attached a remote detonator, and ducked for cover behind a bullet ridden concrete planter. "3 ... 2 ... 1 ...," Thuel spoke, then pushed the detonator. The fuse activated a plasma-napalm, wich heated up and slowly ate through the door, and then fell to the ground. The plasma-napalm burned through the floor, slowly. Thuel walked over to the door, being careful not to setp in the plasma-napalm. He kicked the door down and then proceded to kick the door down. The door fell with a loud *SLAM*. The events that followed were confuseing. A man inside the room, pulled out his gun -- thinking it was one of the students from the university on their test -- he opend fire on Thuel. Thuel took a pistol shot to the chest, his bullet proof vest absorbed the bullet.

The gunman expected a fake gun, and fake bullets. He got anything but fake bullets. Thuel blasted the gunman with a slug from his gun. The gunman was thrown backwards, a good portion of his chest was caveing in on its slef. The man let out a scream of pain as he fell to the ground. Thuel steped into the room, where the mans helpers were radioing in for help, he lunged at the man who was radioing for help, he pulled his pistol out, shot the man in the side of the head. The other men inside shot at Thuel with their 9 milimeter pistols. Strikeing him in the bullet proof vest, Thuel felt the impact. Thuel pulled out his kife and lunged at the closest person.

The jabbed the knife deep into the mans chest, and then twisted the knife sideways before takeing it out with a spray of blood. He turned around to be greeted by a large man with a butchers knife and a shotgun. The large man charged Thuel with the butchers knife, he hacked at Thuel while dodgeing with the knife blows from Thuel. The butchers knife dug into Thuels bullet proof vest, and stuck, in desperation the man fired the shotgun point blank into Thuels chest plate.

Thuel was knocked backwards by the shotgun, butchers knife still lodged into his chest. Thuel stood up, charged the man with the shotgun. He jabbed the knife into the mans chest, pulled it out and then slammed it into his head. Thuel pulled out the knife, the large man collasped in a pile of blood. He turned around, pulled out his Luger pistol and shot the man in the head.