The first 2 parts can be found here on the Precision Ranger website!
Another good one SWAT!
G-Force
Ta, G-Man!
good work but *cough cough* Doulos = Deadeye not Sniper *cough cough* 
*cough cough* Back then he was a sniper! 
*cough cough*
G-Force
Yeah, he was only a sniper then . How soon we forget - he was once only a marksman! Great story, I want to see us all meet up sooooon.
�How do I like my MMOs? I like them the way Paragon Studios used to make them.� - a fitting tribute from kiasa.org
EU, Union mostly.
Nice stuff... liking it... make it LONG... 
Funny, that's what the missus said...
Anyway, Shnyet, I'll second the admonition - D was a Sniper when I joined! Bad boy... remember who and when you promote!
Thanks for the encouragement... when I'm done working out my I6 kinks I'll finish it.
Funny, that's what the missus said...
Anyway, Shnyet, I'll second the admonition - D was a Sniper when I joined! Bad boy... remember who and when you promote!
Thanks for the encouragement... when I'm done working out my I6 kinks I'll finish it.
Darnit.........
Part 3, as advertised. I'll do a fourth to finish it, since this was getting a bit long (joy). When they're done I'll compile a Doulos style compilation...
Comments welcome...
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PowerSWAT tale, Part 3: A New Family
It took me three days to recover from my little exertion with the skulls. With Vicky and the girls gone, I was alone in an empty house - they even took the dog with them. It was certainly a time for reflection, as well as an opportunity to further acclimatise to my new body parts.
On the morning of the fourth day, I was in for a rude awakening by the alarm Id set, but forgotten about. Time to go back to work.
The boring desk job the PD had assigned me initially was long gone. Id been on extended assignment now for over a month with the Medical Association liaison tailing me everywhere throughout the PowerSWAT set up process. Now was finally the time for the first test.
It was eight in the morning and I was sitting in a stark-white waiting room in some PCMA dive in Atlas, beneath the Chiron medical centre. In nothing but my shorts and a generic hospital robe, I shivered a little in the well ventilated space as a dowdy looking suited woman came to call me through to the main lab.
The place was eerily quiet. Id been there plenty of times before for the initial fittings and the in-shop system tests, but there had always been technicians buzzing around, computers whirring, printers clattering out reams of hard copy and various suits umming and aahing at the projects progress. Now, the room was as naked as I was.
Only three others were inside - Professor Gill the project leader, his assistant Jennifer (the dowdy one) and John Coombes, who Id met on occasion before. My predecessor, if you will, as he was still testing out the parent project suit - PowerMed. He ambled over and gave me a quick slap on the back, looking up at me.
Hows it going Pete? The diminutive paramedic asked.
Not so bad. Im gonna start losing more body parts soon, though, if I dont get out of this cold. Its freezing in here!
Dowdy-chick started berating me then, about knowing precisely WHY the room was cold, and not complaining etcetera etcetera. To be honest I never listened to her much - she tended to speak out of her
Anyway, cutting it short, they got me into the suit pretty damn quick. Its pretty simple to do really, if you know what youre doing - just like any old suit of clothes. The weapons systems and everything else are all controlled by mental command, and the link is already present in my cybernetic arm, so basically until my right glove goes on its just a suit of armour.
We went over the initial systems check as always, and things proved a-okay, so we went on out with the van.
The van was a wonder. Great big truck like you see everyday on the streets of Atlas and a million other cities, just full up to the brim with tech-junk all related to me and my suit. Really quite flattering. Although nowadays they keep an eye on me from the main lab, back at the beginning it was a mobile unit. So they took me out with just the very barest of essentials and dumped me in Atlas.
It was a numbing experience thinking that this exact same thing happened before to the first PowerSWAT, and he ended up on the wrong end of a morticians knife. Still, I was very careful that day and I proved to the suits exactly WHY Id insisted on my new toys - web grenades and so forth.
So, the next week was filled to the brim with more of the same, as youd imagine. Wed go out every day, on the street by nine busting criminals and patrolling, not stopping until I was almost dead on my feet from fatigue.
Only then would they begin to let me out on my own.
By this point, the weapons systems were beginning to come into their own, the energy projectors and dissipaters had been tinkered with a great deal enhancing takedown potential, range, and the various effects I could achieve. Seems funny when I think back to it given how far the suit has now come, but the chiefs upped the project to Sec-Rating 6 and let me through into the Hollows.
I hate to admit it, but Id almost forgotten about the second part of my quest by then - to find my saviours. It came back pretty quick though, when I saw a figure flash by over some Lieutenants shoulder, sporting all red and white.
I didnt know what to do. Of course, there are Heroes all over Paragon, and they wear some extraordinary outfits, but of course it stood to reason that sometimes they would end up looking alike purely by chance. Id never seen this livery before, though, and asked Wincott.
He was pretty helpful, explaining that the guy Id just seen was probably a member of an outfit called the Precision Rangers. Apparently they were a group of military origin, though he was pretty scarce on details.
To this day I dont know whether he held back for a reason, or just didnt know. He did give me a name, though, Doulos.
Well I wasnt about to go looking around for this guy, since apparently he was pretty hardcore - a veteran with a passion for big guns and explosives with an as yet undetermined background from my point of view, but according to Wincott he was a Sniper - a rank in this group that was privileged enough to know the comings and goings of his comrades.
Seemed like a good place to start, so rather than searching around like a blind man in a lions den I pulled my access page up (the joys of the PDs link to the Hero register) and requisitioned as much information on this character as possible.
And that was where it began to get interesting