Derek_Holden

About Saffrons performance live on stage. Did you all really attend "The Ship"? Is there souch a place in Paragon? If that is so I'm very sorry I missed it I was planning on coming but knew no time or place. Otherwise if the performance exists only on textform, Derek was most definately there. I'll prolly post something about it later.

[Medical Report: Geneva Mutagenic Agency]

Subject: "Derek"

The mutant known as "Derek" was flown in yesterday evening by SCRAMJET from Paragorn city... He seemed rather suprised to cross half the world in two hours. He was given a full biomedical analysis by our team, as a favour to Force Commander.


Physical: Subject is 1.78 meters high and has a lithe, muscular build. Externally he is otherwise unremarkable. However, MRI and CT scans have revealed a superdense skeleton, with many structural abnormalities. Most striking, his hands can project superhard bony blades. Interestingly, they seem to expand from his tarsal and metatarsal joints. In other words, his skeleton is not only incredibly hard and dense, but can actually alter shape, expand and contract according to need. His femur and leg bones for instance seem to be able to absorb huge amounts of force and store it in a helixical "Spring" structure, allowing him to use it to jump fantastic heights. In the near future we anticipate an even larger increase in the distance and hight of the subjects jumps.

Biochemical: As might be expected, subject has wildly abnormal alkaline phoshatase - probably a mutant enzyme I would guess - It seems to actually be bonded to a mutated ATP which allows incredibly rapid metabolism in relation to his bones. I would hazard a guess that even if the subject was to break a bone (and I shudder to think of the force required to do this), it would heal almost instantly.

Psychological: Formal psychometric tests revealed a rather mediocre intellect, but I would suspect the subjects rough background with limited educational oppurtunities are contaminating the results. His true intellegence is thus not measurable.

Other: Subject is clearly a pugilist of some skill. He grew up in a rough society, and no doubt his resiliance has saved him several times.

Conjecture: My theory is that the subject has a super-adaptable skeleton. As he has grown, and continues to grow, it has mutated and adapted to his needs. His rough background meant that his skeleton has beceome amazingly resiliant. His pugulism (as a means of self protection) meant that his hand bones adapted into a deadly weapon. His bounding through the streets of paragorn has mutated his leg bones into coil-like springs. One wonders whether his mutation would have manifested at all if he had simply been a white collar worker in suburbia.


[Written with Cognito]

July 7th.
Atlas Park. 3013 Hyperion Way. Apartment 10, 2nd floor
Yessi's house.

((Recap, with expanded contents))

Derek woke with a start. He was at his sister's house and the television was broadcasting the evening news.

"Good morning sleepy-head" Yessi said, smiling at Derek.

"Morning sis" Derek mumbled, half asleep.

His sister was worried about his developing mutations, but showed him to food before heading out to work. Derek ate breakfast at four pm then grabbed his sister's phone and dialed his friend Drummond.

"Yeah Drummond! Whaddaya want? Who's this?"

"Drums! Always as friendly as a bear with an ulsor" Derek smiled.

"Dek!?! 'that you my little amigo? How you been boy? I haven't seen you in a good year atleast. Whaddaya doin' nowadays?"

While on the phone, Derek was puzzled as a brown envelope appeared at the door. According to the contenets, the Ministry wanted Drummond working with the Militia.

"Also.. I might have something of a job for you. I'll buy you a beer or ten and tell you about it when we meet..."

"Beer sounds good to me. Kings yeah?"

"Yeah, usual place man."

"Laters"

Derek hung up, swung on his brand new boots and made to leave.

"Damn it! Sabrina.. man, I hope she's still at home. Completely forgot!"

Derek rushed back to the phone and dialed what he hoped was Sabrina's home number.

"Hello? Sorry, who is this?"

"Erm.. Sabrina, its me Derek"

"Oh, mutie-boy. You gonna flip on me again?"

"Yeah, about that.. sorry, you know.. anyway, listen there's something you should know. Your phonecall to Amber last night.."

"Oh my gosh! The little worm! She told you all.."

"No no no.. see thats the thing. You.. you kinda air'd the whole conversation"

"What? How?"

"I dunno.. all I know is I heard you talking to Amber on my com-chip-thingy"

"Oh no.. oh my gosh!"

"Yeah.. erm"

"What did you hear!"

"The whole thing.. I mean, I'm cool with your feelings for Meriam and everything.. I just wanted to, you know, clear some things.."

"..."

"You there?.. Hello?"

"I'm.. I'm still here Derek"

"Gee, you seem upset?"

"..."

"Erm.. for all its worth, I may be the only one who knows.. I mean"

"If you've heard, then so have the others! Jeez, I'm so stupid! I'm totally screwed.."

"Well urm.. about yesterday. I know I was sticking to Meriam all the time and all... But I feel for her, just like you. I mean not exactly like you or I mean, how I think you feel by what I heard you say to Saffron. A damn it, I'm rambling I'm sorry. The thing is she feels almost like a sister to me. So don't be mad because the two of us spend time togehter, you know?"

"What, you think I'm jealous? I'm not jealous."

"Okay, okay.. thats all I kinda wanted to clear up.."

"Whatever. Look, I gotta go"

"Okay.. erm.. okay"

Sabrina hangs up.

"Sorry what was that? Thanks for the heads up? Oh sure no problem.. you know.. you'd have done the same thing for me right?.. Aah sod it. That girl's got some serious issues!" Derek headed for the door to meet up with Drummond.


((Written with Pious))

July 7th.
Atlas Park. 3013 Hyperion Way. Apartment 10, 2nd floor
Yessi's house.

Derek woke up in his sisters living room by the sound of the TV. The news was on and Yessi sat in the far end of the couch by his feet. “Good morning sleepy-head.” Yessi said and smiled at Derek.

“Mornin’ sis.” Derek mumbled half asleep. “What time is it?” He looked around with eyes full of the sandman’s sand.

“It’s four pm Dek. I’m off to work as soon as I finish watching the news. Apparently Frostfire has escaped from his cell. Police found only half melted bars and a few unfortunate, frozen gurds.” Yessi pointed at the TV with the remote,

“The bastard… Someone should put him somewhere where he can’t escape.” Derek sat up in the sofa with the sheet wrapped around him like a cloak with a hood. “Do you have any breakfast by the way?” He asked and felt his stomach rumble for food.

“More food huh?” Yessi looked at him with some worry on her face. “Do you really think it’s a new mutation? I mean, I hope your not sick or anything.”

“I’ll be alright Yess. I’m sure it’s perfectly normal, well… as normal as mutations go.” Derek smiled and Yessi returned it. “I’ll be in the kitchen…” Derek got up as the news broadcast ended with describing like the hundredth robbery this week.

“Yeah and I’m off to work now. Try not to eat everything Dek.” Yessi smiled and gave her brother a big hug. “Promise me it’s all right, everything with you.”

“It’s alright Yess.” Derek said while hugging her. He let go and looked her in the eyes. “I promise.”

“Ok, I believe you. Now go eat before you starve to death.” Yessi picked up her purse and was off.

Derek went out into the kitchen and started rummaging through the fridge and cabinets. He made himself a healthy portion of cereals and ate half a loaf of bread with that, finishing it up with half a gallon of milk. He burped loudly when he had finished eating and came to think of Frostfires escape… “Hmm….” He thought to himself. “Maybe I should call Drums… he might be interested in that particular piece of news. He quickly took away the food cartons and containers and put the dirty dishes in the washing machine. He got back to the couch, sat down and picked up the phone. He dialled the only other number besides his sisters that he new by heart.

“Yeah Drummond! Whaddaya want? Who’s this?”

“Drums! Always as friendly as a bear with an ulsor” Derek smiled, of course the person on the other end didn’t see but he could hear it on Dereks tone of voice.

“Dek!?! ‘that you my little amigo? How you been boy? I haven’t seen you in a good year atleast. Whaddaya doin’ nowadays?

“You know the usual. Cracking heads over what they did to us and everything.”

Drummond on the other end of the line gave up a laugh that would have sounded intimidating to anyone else. “Good to hear boy, good to hear. I just sit around these days you know. Ridin’ my hog, drinking beer. Hey! We should meet up, have a couple of beers at the pool hall like the old times…”

“Actually Drums. I would very much like that, but at the moment… …” As he was talking, Derek heard someone at the door. He stood up and stuck his head out in the hallway. An unmarked brown envelope was lying on the floor. “… …I have some news for you I think you might be very interested in hearing. Frosty's on the lose again… … Hang on a sec” He could here Drummonds cursing and swearing about the news as he picked the envelope up, opened it and read it.

DEREK

TELL YOUR FRIEND TO MEET UP WITH ONE OF OUR MEMBERS PRIOR TO RECRUITMENT OF HIM. WE COULD USE HIS POWERS BUT HE NEEDS TRAINING. A TIME AND DATE WILL BE SENT LATER.

MINISTER

Derek turned his attention to the phone again. “Also I might have something of a job for you… I'll buy you a beer or ten and tell you about it when we meet...”

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Great - I will keep an eye out,

Should we assume IC-wise that these new "reserve"-members also got a letter asking them to join the Militia?

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I'm gonna have Derek call Drummond instead, probably ordered by the militia though. Will make it easier for Drummond to do a friend a favor then heeding to some "stupid anonymous brown letter from some [censored]-headed goverment agency" as he would probably put it.

Well then. I guess it's Drummond and Lady Cobra having some catching up to do. I'm free all evenings unless something IRL comes up which it shouldn't. Send me a PM or post here when you've got your cpu up and running. I usually check the forums a couple of times a day.

I'll level my Tank to lv2 so we start off equal.

See you

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...I just hope it won't mean goodbye to any of the existing characters, but more be a case of players switching a bit...

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Derek will be joining you as much as usual unless we are short of Tanks. Just gonna keep my Tank as a spare member. Maybe even doing non-rp missions to keep up with the rest if the thursday is played with Derek, and the other way around of course. I think I'll try to keep Derek and the Tank on the same level.

*Minutes later in the room dedicated for his computers Mikael (yup, that's my RL-name) is just finished building a new toon*

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...She's currently at level 2 and would love to give the new tankers a hand...


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I just created my Tank so if Pious is up for a little newbie-toon get-together I say, name a day... I'm available.

His name is Drummond and he's an old friend of Derek. I'll write a little rp-intro in the militia thread if accepting him into the SG becomes reality.

[OOC]

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He has established so far that he likes ambient music, open spaces and fluffy animals. He owns a rabbit called Rabbit.

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A really nice detail. It's like, hobbies. But not too many since he still is more machine than human. Great touch I love it, especially Rabbit. LOL. These things make my day. I think it's awsome robo-boy has a little fluffy rabbit.

Good story.

Hey Pious. I also have an idea for a tank. why don't we make a tank each. You'll want to play almost fulltime with yours as I understand it. But I can have mine as kind off a backup if we some day should lack a tank. +if we start 'em togehter levelinng will be a bit faster than soloing.

Any day of the week is fine by me (except thursdays ofcourse) so set a day or two this week and we can hardcore some and catch up a little. Two is better than one...

Objections from you Pious? Objections from anyone else?

July 6th.
Militia Base

Derek entered the Militia Base and looked around. “Good. Agent Tremeu isn’t here. I can get some shuteye here instead of my lousy crib” He thought as he walked over to the kitchen part and started rummaging through the cupboards after some snacks. “Why the hell am I hungry all the time”. He found a box of crackers, took it down and headed for the sofa. He slumped down on the leather, opened the package and started stuffing the crackers into his mouth. “I wonder if they fixed some cable…”.

He picked up the remote and found an old episode of the A-team. Even before B.A. Barracus got sedated to enable the team to take a plane to some destination, he had eaten the whole box of crackers and was still hungry. He rose to rummage through the kitchen again. He found a pack of noodles, an apple, a box of cookies and a bottle of lemonade. He put the stuff on the table in front of the TV and before the first car had hit some kind of ramp, rocketing through the air and exploding, he had eaten everything. “For [censored] sake. What is wrong with me?” He thought… He began thinking of the weird things that had been happening during the missions this evening. The wound suddenly closing and when he ended up in a hospital only to be almost completely restored when the doctor finally had the time to see too him. “I wonder if this is another mutant-surprise my body has in store for me…”.

He thoughts wandered through the resent events and stopped on Sabrina. “What the hell was her problem today? She was acting like some [censored]… I don’t know towards Angel. First she’s all like ‘Oh Angel how are you feeling- Do you like my new outfit? You wanna go shopping later?’ And then she does a 180 and gets all bitchy… She really needs some something-or-other management and counselling…” He licked the bottom of the bowl he had eaten the noodles in. “Damnit still hungry… And then she just took off with some lame excuse… ‘I assure you I’m not mad with anyone’ Yeah right! She’s got anger-issues with everyone… Ms. Sunshine indeed…”.

The episode of A-team was over and another was about to start. He turned off the TV with the remote and stood up. “Maybe I’ll stop by sis and see if she has any food at home. Buying new threads all the time is doing one hell of a great job keeping food out of my kitchen.”

He walked out of the base and then to the nearest payphone. He dialled the number and waited for an answer.

“Hello?” The voice sounded sleepy. “Who is this?”

“Hey sis. It’s me, Derek.”

“Jeez bro. It’s in the middle of the night… is anything wrong?”

“Not really Yess. I’m just hungry and was wondering if you had a little midnight-snack to offer your starving brother.”

“You call me in the middle of the night to eat? Gee… go find a 7-11 or something, I’m sleeping.”

“Oh that’s swell sis. Denying your own flesh and blood some food. Thanks…” Derek was joking of course and Yessi heard it on the tone of his voice.

“Ah what the hell… I can manage on three hours of sleep. Get your sorry [censored] over here and I’ll fix something ‘til you get here.”

“Great sis, I knew I could count on you. I’ll see you in a little while… Love you.”

“Yeah, yeah save it charm-boy… See you soon.”

They hung up and Derek started walking towards Hyperion way. “Great.” He thought. “More food, I’m starving.”

Happy Birthday mate!

So by 7.30 Derek has overslept again =) Is that 7.30 GMT? or GMT-summertime whatever that is called. I'm on summertime and GMT+1 (Paris, Stockholm, et.c.) so in my time that should be 8.30 right? Am I confusing you? good Now you now how I feel

I'll be there however I put my kid to sleep....eh.... bed, at 8(my time) and that usually takes a while as he aint to keen on the whole sleeping business. But Derek'll catch up if that is the case.

See you in an hour, more or less...

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Anything new to the story arc?

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Not really but Agen Tremeu(sp?) promised Derek he would install some new movie channels on the TV in our base as well as get a hold of Playboy Channel(tm)

I'm such a pig...

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It's a statue of a hero reaching for the sky, to the left of City Hall.

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Now I know what you mean. I've just never heard it being called 'Stargazer' before? (grammarcheck?)

Regards.

CoH or CoV?

Stargazer?

Atlas park or...?

I'll be there anyway, wherever there is...

It's been to long since I gave this project a thought and Derek has taken up most of the time that I use to play CoH.

Now however I feel the time has come to kick back into gear and get things moving.

Monday, July 3rd. 20.00 GMST (this is the current time right? gmst?)
Official meeting for Project I-15.

Order of the day will be
Enlisting new recruits.
Setting a time and weekday for a weekly meeting.
Testing recruits abilities in real life combat. The Hollows is full of criminal scum and that neighbourhood could really do with a bit of cleaning up.

I invite and welcome of course any new recruits besides the ones that I've already spoken too to join the meeting on monday.

Dasvidanja tavarish.

Derek has seen enough pointless murders in gang wars to be disgusted by it. However he does occasionaly think that murdering a criminal is justified as it stops the potential harm of others. Is it right to murder a murderer? Tough question...

In short: Derek is young and hasn't got a firm viewpoint yet.


Concerning any story arcs.... I haven't played the game enough to know of any. But anything having to do with stopping gang-wars/crime in- or outside The Hollows is something that would appeal to Derek. Plus he can often come up with inside-information regarding the gangs as he used to be part of one.


See you thursday.

I'm back!!!!!!!

Stupid ISP..... demanding me to pay my bills on time... bah!

Anyway. I'm alive and kicking and still lv14. if the cap is 10-15 I think I'm alright. I was afraid ya'll would have rocketed away to lv18 or something.

((I've been having internet issues for the last three or four days If you've been wondering where I've been. I don't know when it's gonna be fixed but I'll log on and post here again as soon as I'm good to go. I hope you had fun thursday and maybe I can team up with someone to catch up on some leveling. I haven't read all the latest 40 posts that has been posted in this thread since my ISP f***d up but as soon as I'm back online and can read it in peace and quiet I will.

See you soon (I hope)

Happy hunting!

//Derek))

Count Derek in.

I think I died 8 times last night. I also earned a new badge, "Tough", for having sustained 100'000 hp worth of damage. Quite proud actually.

As far as handling non-rp:ers go. I'd say, play your role. No matter what they throw against you. Derek tho is probably not the smartest choice in handling non-rp:ers since he basically talks like an online brat. "Yo dude. Sup? We gonna take frosty or what?". People with more noticable roleplayed ways of talking like Force or Triston or Hawkshaw, so the non-rp:ers actyually realise that we're all rp:ing.

And I second that these sessions are the gaming highlights of my week. Sorry you two are leaving. Great too still have everyone else around me as friends and fellow "soldiers".


Regards.

Forum Name: Vlostok
Hero Name: Derek
Given Name: Derek Holden
Global Name: @Red Comrade

I'll write these down as they get posted and I'll post a list when I have all names(how many are we in total btw?).

Looking forward to tonights session.

((Hmm. I don't have an IG-char, atleast not at that level and the ones that I do have I'm not sure I want to play in this environment. But I'll start leveling (Must I be a Thug MM or can I be any kind of MM? Mad doctor robotics MM for example.) a new one and when the time is right I'll step in even if my char is out-lvld by you all. See you when you least expect it ))

I know this might seem a bit, erm, ignorant of me. But I'm still not quite sure who is who here. I mean, your forum-names contra your characters names.

I get confused with all the names associated with this game, you know: RP'd given names, super-hero names, global chat names, forum names. It's too confusing for my fragile brain(not everyone has their char-list as a signature).

Can we post a list or something? Just for little 'ol me? Pretty Please? Pretty please with whipped cream? Pretty please with whipped cream and a cherry on top... and sprinkles? Chocolate Sprinkles.


Regards

((whew... took me almost an hour to read all pages.

Now. Do you actually have IG char's or do they exist in text-form only? I'd like to jump in but I'll wait a while for the right moment to come. After all you've been trhough the breakout togehter so I'll device something that makes me fit into the story-line.))