Authors note: This is pretty much the prologue. If I have the time and actually want to, I'll write his 'life' out. This is just his backstory, the how and why. The character is not described in detail intentionally, I'll leave it to the minds of the audience how they picture the every day joe-schmoe type.
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Lt. Jacob Benson, a man still in his prime but with nothing to lose, a skilled combatant and the ideal canidate, sitting on his bed, staring at his clock, an hour left.. I should get ready. he thought to himself, reaching for the black gortex body suit. For about 3 months now, hed been in command of a division of light power armored riflemen, the squad he led had been in countless skirmishes with the gangs, and had few casualties.
After pulling the gortex body suit on, he began the normally rather slow process of gearing up, this involved strapping power armor on, attaching it to the ports on his body which allow him to control it, and hooking the pieces together. As he lifted his chest piece, which weiged about 50 pounds, down from the 150 of heavy power armor, he noted an ancient Judge Dredd comic book and had to chuckle We truly have become Judges.
Thirtyfive minutes left, plenty of time.. , he walked to his door and took a last look around finding it amusing that he was going to be gone so long, but not long at all. He just shook his head, closed the door, punched in the lock sequence, and turned to head to the lab. Stopping first by the memorial.
He paused a moment at the memorial, the full sized statue of Statesman, behind it a stone wall carved with names, Positron, Back Alley Brawler, Ms. Liberty, and countless others. Reflecting a moment on the words on the memrials plate, he knew them by heart.
In the year 2005, after the Rikti invasion and the influx of heroes in to Paragon city, the gang wars just stopped. And their activity was laxed, at the time noone knew why but they were all grateful. The peace lasted about 3 months, heroes got bored, some went home. Then they struck, the gangs came back all at once, a massive coordinated strike over the city, it only took them a day to take over most of it, and less than a week for them to have control of all but Atlas park, countless heroes died in the initial assault, Statesman gave his life defending the gate of Atlas Park long enough for the last citizens and wounded heroes to get in.
Since that hellish week, countless more heroes had died, it had been put on to ordinary civilians given tech armor and weapons to fight, but they werent trained. Jacob had been a cop, so he could shoot, and well. But still, thy needed a way to train their civilian army... And thats what Jacob was the test subject for. He just shook his head, put his helm on and jogged to the lab, no sense would be found in mulling it over further.
STATE NAME FOR VOICE RECOGNITION.
Lieutenant Benson, Jacob C. He stated clearly, another advancement in his power armor, a perfectly acurate voice projector in the helm. The door slide open, permitting Jacob inside, he glanced about the room at the scientists Allright boys, whatcha got for me today?
Over the next few minutes, he recieved a few items hed need for his journy, a Slevel 1 clearance card, complete with hero registration, a large lump sum of cash, as well as the name of a building he could find lodging at. And, most importantly, in his eye at least, was his newly refitted assault rifle. Which he completely ignored the scientist telling him all of its features. He knew them well, probably better than the bloke who built it. Lets just get this show on the road folks, you only programmed a five minute window, and you havnt found out what happens if I show up while Im still here.
Jacob, theres a few things we need to brief you on. The voice was femenine, he knew it well, and wished hed known it better. Doctor Verna V Simms, the head of this project, and by far the best looking scientist hed ever met. First, youll be dropped right off in to a hot zone. A small section of the town is having a problem with drugged up goons, best place for you to apear and be heroic. Now remember, weve already checked, this world doesnt have the same future as ours does, so you will not adversly effect the timeline and screw things up for them. Your primary objective is to obtain the skills required to fight this war, all else is secondary. You will be transported back here in two years time. No more, no less. Weve taken care of the government, and the local athorities, they will not question your presence. Any questions?
No maam.
Good, then were ready to begin. She turned to one of the machine technicians She all ready to fire up for her maiden voyage?
The tech nodded, and Jacob stepped u on to the platform, and tapped it with his booted foot. You sure this thing is safe? .. If it kills me Im never talking to you again.. Ahwell, see you in two years V.
No Jacob, Ill see you in five minutes.
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-And so ends the first chapter of the potentialy ongoing saga.. please excuse my typos and spelling errors. I'm not really a writer.
Authors note: This is pretty much the prologue. If I have the time and actually want to, I'll write his 'life' out. This is just his backstory, the how and why. The character is not described in detail intentionally, I'll leave it to the minds of the audience how they picture the every day joe-schmoe type.
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Lt. Jacob Benson, a man still in his prime but with nothing to lose, a skilled combatant and the ideal canidate, sitting on his bed, staring at his clock, an hour left.. I should get ready. he thought to himself, reaching for the black gortex body suit. For about 3 months now, hed been in command of a division of light power armored riflemen, the squad he led had been in countless skirmishes with the gangs, and had few casualties.
After pulling the gortex body suit on, he began the normally rather slow process of gearing up, this involved strapping power armor on, attaching it to the ports on his body which allow him to control it, and hooking the pieces together. As he lifted his chest piece, which weiged about 50 pounds, down from the 150 of heavy power armor, he noted an ancient Judge Dredd comic book and had to chuckle We truly have become Judges.
Thirtyfive minutes left, plenty of time.. , he walked to his door and took a last look around finding it amusing that he was going to be gone so long, but not long at all. He just shook his head, closed the door, punched in the lock sequence, and turned to head to the lab. Stopping first by the memorial.
He paused a moment at the memorial, the full sized statue of Statesman, behind it a stone wall carved with names, Positron, Back Alley Brawler, Ms. Liberty, and countless others. Reflecting a moment on the words on the memrials plate, he knew them by heart.
In the year 2005, after the Rikti invasion and the influx of heroes in to Paragon city, the gang wars just stopped. And their activity was laxed, at the time noone knew why but they were all grateful. The peace lasted about 3 months, heroes got bored, some went home. Then they struck, the gangs came back all at once, a massive coordinated strike over the city, it only took them a day to take over most of it, and less than a week for them to have control of all but Atlas park, countless heroes died in the initial assault, Statesman gave his life defending the gate of Atlas Park long enough for the last citizens and wounded heroes to get in.
Since that hellish week, countless more heroes had died, it had been put on to ordinary civilians given tech armor and weapons to fight, but they werent trained. Jacob had been a cop, so he could shoot, and well. But still, thy needed a way to train their civilian army... And thats what Jacob was the test subject for. He just shook his head, put his helm on and jogged to the lab, no sense would be found in mulling it over further.
STATE NAME FOR VOICE RECOGNITION.
Lieutenant Benson, Jacob C. He stated clearly, another advancement in his power armor, a perfectly acurate voice projector in the helm. The door slide open, permitting Jacob inside, he glanced about the room at the scientists Allright boys, whatcha got for me today?
Over the next few minutes, he recieved a few items hed need for his journy, a Slevel 1 clearance card, complete with hero registration, a large lump sum of cash, as well as the name of a building he could find lodging at. And, most importantly, in his eye at least, was his newly refitted assault rifle. Which he completely ignored the scientist telling him all of its features. He knew them well, probably better than the bloke who built it. Lets just get this show on the road folks, you only programmed a five minute window, and you havnt found out what happens if I show up while Im still here.
Jacob, theres a few things we need to brief you on. The voice was femenine, he knew it well, and wished hed known it better. Doctor Verna V Simms, the head of this project, and by far the best looking scientist hed ever met. First, youll be dropped right off in to a hot zone. A small section of the town is having a problem with drugged up goons, best place for you to apear and be heroic. Now remember, weve already checked, this world doesnt have the same future as ours does, so you will not adversly effect the timeline and screw things up for them. Your primary objective is to obtain the skills required to fight this war, all else is secondary. You will be transported back here in two years time. No more, no less. Weve taken care of the government, and the local athorities, they will not question your presence. Any questions?
No maam.
Good, then were ready to begin. She turned to one of the machine technicians She all ready to fire up for her maiden voyage?
The tech nodded, and Jacob stepped u on to the platform, and tapped it with his booted foot. You sure this thing is safe? .. If it kills me Im never talking to you again.. Ahwell, see you in two years V.
No Jacob, Ill see you in five minutes.
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-And so ends the first chapter of the potentialy ongoing saga.. please excuse my typos and spelling errors. I'm not really a writer.
-Edit: stupid thing didn't format right