((yeah i did some rp last night, it is definitly fun, my story has changed a bit since i wrote that, to fit in more with my costume, would it be possible for me to join the militia sg??))
((I'm sure you can join. Come by Atlas Park (7pm BST) tonight for missions IC))
Always a good read this thread! Good writing people.
[Classified Medical Report from Geneva European Mutagenics Agency]
Subject: Codename "Force Commander"
General Physical: Good fitness and general level of ability, although well within normal range. His particular sensitivy and manipulation of bio-energetic forces of course allows him to manipulate his mass, velocity, and ambient kinetic energy which he can use to augment his own prowess.
Sensory Testing: Most interesting. Although his physical organs are working well, it appears he has great difficulty processing neural signals from the six sensory modalities. He reports being able to sense in many different ways - he can report the flow and ebb of kinetic properties of anything around him and sense quantum fluctuations of energies. I wonder if this massive influx of information is to much for a man to take, even for one of his intellectual calibre... How does he cope?
Biochemical: Normal. Raised Gamma GT liver function tests. ? Excessive Alcohol intake?
Psychological: I have concerns about stress due to excessive perceptual overload, despite his flippant and dismissive manner... Is he abusing alcohol to deaden his remarkable sensory plethora?
Recommendation: Continues to grow in ability to manipulate and sense information. I am not entirely sure this is a good thing. Mental health must be under stress. ? Use of dopamine stabiliser atypical antipsychotic medication in the future to modulate sensory overload - I will book radio-istope PET scan next time with neuropsychological testing.
Remains Fit for duty
[Report Ends]
July 6th.
Militia Base
Derek entered the Militia Base and looked around. Good. Agent Tremeu isnt 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 dont know towards Angel. First shes 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 Im not mad with anyone Yeah right! Shes 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 Ill 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. Its me, Derek.
Jeez bro. Its in the middle of the night
is anything wrong?
Not really Yess. Im 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, Im sleeping.
Oh thats 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 Ill fix something til you get here.
Great sis, I knew I could count on you. Ill 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, Im starving.
::TOP SECRET::
Date: 04 July 2006
Personnel Examination Report File: Sabrina San
Codemane: 'Dragonfly
History: Trained swordswoman and bearer of an ancient sword.
Physical Abilities: Supernatural agility and speed.
Nueral Abilities: None
Note: Firstly, this girl's speed and reflexes are off-the-scale. Although she is yet to realise her full potential.
With a background of violence, death, rivalry and civil war, it is no wonder she suffers from short temper.
Is the Minister aware of her foreign record?
Turns out she's been wanted on suspicions of murder in China for the past few days.
I strongly advice a certain degree of discretion on this matter.
Letter from Meriam's mother (the former Masked Angel):
Dear members of the Militia,
Please allow me to express my sincere gratitude for your kind assistance to my daughter Meriam.
Needless to say, I was shocked to learn that she had contracted a nasty disease after venturing alone into the sewers. However, listening to Meriam's account of how you all helped and supported her throughout the ordeal, truly touched my heart.
I must admit that I had my doubts when Meriam was first contacted by the Militia. My daughter is young and inexperienced, and in my mind had no place fighting alongside heroes much more skilled and powerful than her.
Hearing how you fearlessly joined Meriam in her quest to find a cure, and fought alongside her in the face of overwhelming odds, often setting aside concerns for your own safety to help her, I now realise how wrong I was. My daugther is very lucky to have you at her side as friends and companions, and I now feel confident that being a member of the Militia will enable Meriam to grow - as a person and as a hero.
Thank you again; I am forever indebted to you,
Kindest regards,
Marjaneh Keser
P.s. You will probably be pleased to know that Meriam is now feeling much better after a good, long sleep.
Email from Meriam to Sabrina:
Hi S,
I just got out of bed - I am feeling sooo much better today!
I hope you're not too angry with me? I really wasn't feeling too good last night - I've never been sick like that before - I'm so relieved to have been cured from that nasty plague!
Anyway, if you are still angry with me, do you think a shopping spree could be a cure? And perhaps afterwards we can go and watch Amber sing - I can't wait to hear her with a microphone in her hand! Some of the others might be coming too - it could be really fun!
BTW, I loved your new outfit - you are so beautiful!
Hope you're not still mad at me,
Love Meriam
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((Thanks, much appreciated!))
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Dr Hugh Alexander was bent over yet another piece of machinery when he heard the tell tale thumps of one of his HAICU units approaching. He didnt need to ask which one.
Hello 29, he said, not bothering to look up from what he was doing. What is it this time?
Unit 29 came to a halt behind him.
You should not be bent like that sir. It is not good for your condition. I have read a lot about it.
Dr Alexander rested back into his motorised chair again and looked up at the behemoth that was Unit 29. As much as he was delighted with the cognitive leaps 29s neural net was making, each one seemed to make him more annoying.
Im quite capable of looking after myself 29. I above anyone would know the effects of bending on my ailment.
29 considered this. He knew the doctor was incorrect but he had learnt that correcting him wasnt always conducive to a pleasant atmosphere. He decided to press on.
I have prepared your dinner sir, hamburgers as requested. However, I have read that red meats are detrimental to your health so I have taken the liberty of removing them for you. Unit 29 handed the doctor the plate, quite proud of himself.
So
basically my dinner is salad in a bun? stated the doctor. He didnt wait for a response. Youre getting as bad as my mother.
Sir, your mother is 300 miles away, said 29.
Yes, its the thing I love about her most, said Dr Alexander, biting into the terribly unappetising meal. There was a thump on the workshop roof followed by the sound of boots running across corrugated metal.
Ah, it sounds like the delightful Miss Amber is about to join us, muttered the doctor. Unit 29 turned his attention to the hangar door which swung open to reveal Saffron, fresh from her night out on patrol.
Hi folks, she called over, How are you feeling doc?
Hungry, he muttered. Was it a good patrol? And are your team getting good use out of the earplugs I designed?
Oh it was, said Saffron, and yes, no-ones complaining of headaches so far.
Thats good to hear.
But we are getting knocked about a bit, she went on, we dont seem to have enough offensive firepower according to our leader. We keep on getting creamed
She would have continued but Unit 29 had lumbered across, his shadow looming over her. I would be willing to assist you Miss Mackenzie, he stated with pride.
You would? she said, Well
that would be great I guess. But dont you have to stay here and look after
?
No, Im quite alright! interrupted Dr Alexander, please take him, go. Itll give me a rest.
Well, only if youre sure
said Saffron.
Totally sure, said the doc, bustling them both towards the door. Please, take him, Ill be fine. He can look after himself now. Good hunting! Bye!
The door closed behind them, leaving Saffron standing in the night air with the eight foot tall figure of Unit 29.
Well, I guess its me and you then partner, she said. Want me to show you where the team are?
Affirmative, stated 29, warming his jump drives.
Saffron shook her head a little, FCs gonna love you, she muttered. As they turned to leave, she sniffed the air. It smelt like frying hamburgers.
@Dante EU - Union Roleplayer and Altisis Victim
The Militia: Union RP Supergroup - www.themilitia.org.uk
Militia Personel Report:
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Unit 29
Age: 2
Occupation: Construction
Confined to a wheelchair by a degenerative spine disease, Dr Alexander has spent most of his life working with robotics and artificial intelligence. One of his best inventions was the Heavy Automated Intelligent Construction Unit (HAICU), a robot designed for work in dangerous industrial environments. In all his units, the doctor had implanted a neural net capable of learning and growing as it evolved. When number 29 began to ask about the meaning of life, Dr Alexander knew that he had accidentally created true Artificial Intelligence, capable of understanding abstract concepts.
Unit 29 learnt swiftly and was keen to explore the city however, Dr Alexander was reluctant to let him go outside and insisted on running more tests. On night though, Unit 29 managed to escape the compound and go exploring. It was unfortunate that his first encounter was with Hellions who were keen to trade him in for scrap but it did awaken a desire in him to do something about the criminal elements in the city. Realising that 29 could provide the doctor with freedom from his wheelchair, he refitted him as a combat unit and sent him out into the city, keeping radio contact with him at all times.
29 is very nosy, always wanting to know more about humans but is often quiet, listening in on people. His expressions can still be very artificial due to lack of contact however, he is slowly learning. Strangely enough, he has no desire to become human, merely to be accepted by them. He is capable of feeling emotion but not as much as a human and he would insist that they do not affect his combat performance. However, he is willing to try most things just to gain more information. He has established so far that he likes ambient music, open spaces and fluffy animals. He owns a rabbit called Rabbit.
@Dante EU - Union Roleplayer and Altisis Victim
The Militia: Union RP Supergroup - www.themilitia.org.uk
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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.
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 sandmans sand.
Its four pm Dek. Im 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 cant 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 its a new mutation? I mean, I hope your not sick or anything.
Ill be alright Yess. Im sure its perfectly normal, well
as normal as mutations go. Derek smiled and Yessi returned it. Ill be in the kitchen
Derek got up as the news broadcast ended with describing like the hundredth robbery this week.
Yeah and Im off to work now. Try not to eat everything Dek. Yessi smiled and gave her brother a big hug. Promise me its all right, everything with you.
Its 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? Whos this?
Drums! Always as friendly as a bear with an ulsor Derek smiled, of course the person on the other end didnt see but he could hear it on Dereks tone of voice.
Dek!?! that you my little amigo? How you been boy? I havent 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...
[Militia Headquarters]
[Sabrina sat in the parlour, tears streaming down her cheeks. She had just stormed out of a mission in fear of her own anger. The compliments on her new outfit was about the only good thing she could remember of the evening.]
[An hour later, Sabrina had at last stopped crying. Getting out of the sofa, she slowly crossed the parlour, picked up the wall-hung phone and speed-dialed The Amber Banshee]
"Hey Saff"
"Heya Sabrina. Where you calling from?"
"Erm, headquarters"
"You alright?"
"Yeah. Yeah I'm okay" she sighed.
"If you say so. Love the new outfit by the way. Looks like somebody went shopping!"
"Thank you.. about the only good thing thats happened today. Listen, I'm sorry for the way I behaved, its just.."
"You have a bad bad temper Dragonfly.. what is the problem?"
[Sabrina didn't like Saffron's tone of voice one bit, but she fought the urge]
[She sighed]
"Meriam got sick okay.. why would you be mad at her?" Saffron pestered.
"She really didn't look very sick to me. Jumping around flykicking everything without even the slightest lack of form! I fainted countless times throughout the mission and evertime she was still there fighting away.. now that doesn't sound like a sick person to me!"
[Silence]
[Sabrina was crossed. Arms folded, face ascrew like a spoilt child]
"Right. I see.. you're jealous"
"Ha! Dont make me laugh"
"No. No, you're jealous. You can't stand not being in the spotlight.. thats why day after day, you appear with a whole new costume.. a whole new identity.."
"No"
"Sorry?"
"I said no.. thats not it"
"Right.. okay. Why then? Why must you get in a mood on every mission?"
"I was trying to get her attention. Moodswings, new outfits, rushing headlong into fights.. I.. I'm just trying to impress her. Usually works.. but today she totally ignored me"
[Her voice was softer now, she was clearly upset. The two friends had been talking across the Militia telephone communication system but unknown to Sabrina, the handset was tuned to its announcement mode. Her end of the conversation was being broadcast to every personnel's personal communication chip]
"I like her alot Saffron"
"Well of course! And I'm sure she knows that.. We're a team Sabrina"
"No.. Saff. I mean I really, really like her.."
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((Written with Dante))
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[Email from Meriam to Sabrina]
>>>>Hi S,
>>>>I just got out of bed - I am feeling sooo much better
>>>>today!
>>>>I hope you're not too angry with me? I really wasn't
>>>>feeling too good last night - I've never been sick like
>>>>that before - I'm so relieved to have been cured from
>>>>that nasty plague!
>>>>Anyway, if you are still angry with me, do you think a
>>>>shopping spree could be a cure? And perhaps afterwards
>>>>we can go and watch Amber sing - I can't wait to hear
>>>>her with a microphone in her hand! Some of the others
>>>>might be coming too - it could be really fun!
>>>>BTW, I loved your new outfit - you are so beautiful!
>>>>Hope you're not still mad at me,
>>>>Love Meriam
[Reply]
Hey girl. Sorry about yesterday. I'm not really mad at ya.
I spoke to Amber last night.. she told me about the performance and I'd love to go with you.
And erm.. thanks for noticing my new outfit, it was personally tailored for me by none other than Serge himself!
You have got to come see him! When's a good time?
Love Sabrina
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::TOP SECRET::
Date: 07 July 2006
Personnel Examination Report File: Igor Noren-ko
Codemane: Mer'de
History: Thrice a saviour of earth, Igor is but a baby of the Journere breed. Ice monsters of the French Alps.
Physical Abilities: Manipulation of soil, rock and ice.
Nueral Abilities: None
Note: Agents of the Minister were sent to awaken this monster from his golem hibernation.
He speaks fluent English and French as well as his native tongue, Journe.
When we spoke of America and the crime rates of Paragpn City, Igor was incredibly saddened.
His love for mankind is unfathomable.. He wholeheartedly accepted to aid the Militia.
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[Kings Row]
[Sabrina couldn't shake off the thought that Meriam had surpassed her in training. She was indeed, jealous. She had since been working herself tirelessly in her mother's gymnasium. Practising fencing, offensive and defensive. Polishing her martial arts as well as basic Ninjitsu. She had finally perfected the teleportation technique when a two men entered the gym]
"Ms. San"
"Yes?" she replied breathlessly.
"We have to talk"
"What about?"
"We're from the Ministry.. Dragonfly"
[The tone of their voice sent shivers down Sabrina's back]
"Unfortunately for you Ms. Fly the Ministry has been informed of the death of Shin Kimone"
"You're wanted for murder.. in China. Did you know that?"
"FC is that you?" Sabrina barked, suspicious of the two men.
"Who's FC?"
"You sound alot like Force Commander, only he calls me Ms. Fly!"
[Strangely, the two men remained in the shadows of the dimly lit gym]
"Who are you people? Step into the light and show me some ID!"
((story of Stalingrad))
((pronounced Stalin-Grad, just incase))
The nights in Stalin's Russia were long and hard, you lived in constant fear of the secret police and other dangers in the night. Some people laid low, some people agreed with the new system, and some people fought. Those who did were arrested and sent to work camps, it was no different when Viktor Pawlowicz was found plotting against Stalin.
After spending 1 year in a work camp in Siberia Viktor knew he must escape, security was lax in the camp for the guards new that the forest was a better guard than them, you could not survive in the perpetual winter of the Siberian mountains.
One day Viktor made his break, he chucked down his axe and ran to the trees, the guards let him go and laughed, this was a daily game for them, guessing who would run today, they exchanged money and went back to work.
After 1 month in the seemingly endless forests of Siberia Viktor was near exhaustion, he had no food and survived by drinking melted snow water and eating moss off trees. He was near death when he found the clearing, an area had been cleared of trees and in the middle of it was a fire, the perfect fire, it burnt none of the snow around but it called to Viktor, calling his name, calling his very soul towards it. ((this fire is supposed to represent the will of the Russian people at this point)). As Viktor reached to touch the flames they leapt into his hand, running along his fingertips and into his veins, flowing through him, nothing in the world feels like power.
Viktor liberated many work camps and began to become known as 'Stalingrad' named of after the victory of the Russians over the Germans, but more importantly the turning point of WW2 and a proud day for the allies. Stalingrad was something for the allies to rally behind in WW2 and now the battle was reincarnate in a hero.
The flame that burnt within Stalingrad gave him eternal youth and after the death of Stalin Viktor considered what he would do next. There was still trouble in Russia but he had heard of a place named Paragon...A place where people like him could get help and ally against a greater cause than their own, or gain allies and complete their ultimate goal...
((the history may be a bit shakey and i am open to suggestions 
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((Nice Story Stalingrad - welcome on board 
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((Wow - just to get things straight - did all the Militia get the possibility to overhear the conversation between Saff and Sabrina by accident??) ((And poor Sabrina doesn't realise?? Does Amber??)) ((In any event, a great dilemma on how to react ))
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((Nice Story Stalingrad - welcome on board ))
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((tyvm ))
Lotus: did all the Militia get the possibility to overhear the conversation between Saff and Sabrina by accident??
hehe. yup
The Portent walks through metal corridors - not the gleaming contours and conduits of the Militia's base of operations, but the rusted bulkheads of his own. He comes to a room marred slightly less by years of decay, one strewn with the tools of his mission, and he is as close to home as he has come in five years.
The Portent removes his helmet, blinking in the unaccustomed light, the reams of tactical data on its displays fading into after-images on his retinas. Once he has adapted to not having infra-red and motion-vision, he sits down at a writing desk next to the worktable, takes up pen and paper, and begins to write.
Manifesto, day 1918
My investigation of the Militia has yielded unexpected results, many of which I am as yet unable to interpret. I am now certain that, far from infiltrating a collection of corrupt government pawns, I have stumbled upon an effective, self-directed and (for the most part) highly-principled group of metahumans - a perfect opportunity for case study.
The Militia has been graced with the addition of a new member: an artificial sentient who goes by the name of "Unit 29". I have never yet had the opportunity to study such a being, and I believe my findings will have great significance. Unit 29 appears to have evolved an ethical code without outside influence, a fact that strongly supports a utopian theory of behaviour.
The subject of the Crey corporation arose during the last patrol, with intriguing results. Force Commander and Extrisity appear to have an extremely healthy distrust of Crey's corporate machinations; nonetheless, even they might consider my own history with those traffickers in human suffering to be beyond the pale.
Leygran Windan seems more subdued at present; equally uncharacteristically, 'Dragonfly seems less hostile toward him. For her part, 'Dragonfly's attitude toward the Masked Angel remains unfathomable to my outsider's perspective. Whatever its nature, strife amongst the members of the Militia seems unavoidable. This will bear further observation.
Humanity prevails.
-- P
Knights Exemplar: Wolfram, Autumnfox, Starlit Spirit.
Militia: The Portent, Wavekite, Mr. Sandman.
The Cadre: WarpLocke, Zajin.
Numerous others.
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))
[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]
((stalingrad's alt, Crimson Mistress, also Russian))
Times were hard, and within Una's line of work it couldn't be avoided, eventually she became pregnant, this meant twice as many mouths to feed and no money for 9 months. When Alisa was born her mother was dying, the birth had taken so much out of her that she didn't have enough energy to continue.
After just being left on the streets for two days the young Alisa was found by a man who helped her and nursed her back to health. He was over 60 years old and he was kindly and caring, Alisa couldn't tell him anything about her but he always wanted a child and he beleived God put her there for him to find.
Eventually as always, things changed, he was killed by hellion when he refused to give up his wallet, Alisa grieved endlessly, by now she was 6 years old and with no-one who wanted to take her in she was forced to return to the streets.
She spent 13 years on the streets, she began to know how to keep out of trouble but when she was 19 she was finally beaten. Some young men walked up to her and offered to show her a 'good time' she knew exactly what they meant and she ran as fast as she could, eventually though she was cornered in an alley and as the first man reached out to her she decided to accept her fate and sat there waiting for whatever they would do.
Just before the hand touched her the skin began to burn and curl, his eyes melted inside the sockets and his skin peeled away till just the bones were left and eventually those to disintergrated, this happened very fast but it has remained in Alisa's mind all her life. Before the second man could even form a sentence a man of fire leapt from the shadows and lifted him up by the neck, the man died slowly and he screamed constantly.
Alisa was unsure, she did not know if she had fallen out of the frying pan and into the fire. The man of fire held out his hand to her and said. "take my hand, i can help you, if you will let me," nervously she took it and pulled herself up. The fire that still covered his hand was warm but it did not burn her, his hand was gentle but it's movements betrayed a strength that it was trying to hide from the young frightened girl.
And this was how Alisa met Stalingrad, after meeting her Stalingrad gave her nanobots, very small robots that could literally take apart and rebuild her body in a second. Using these robots she began to practice the martial arts as she and Viktor moved to Paragon City, she did not know why, but Viktor beleived here they could save their people...
((currently there is NOTHING between the two characters ))
((Here goes the very sad and long back story for Lady Cobra. WARNING, on the odd chance that somebody hasnt guessed the whole thing already, the story contains SPOILERS for the COV IC plot.))
[Ministry headquarters late afternoon. Two men are engaged in conversation. Both of them are dressed in black suits; one standing, one sitting behind a desk. The seated man leans forward across the desk and looks at the other, his ice-blue eyes skeptical]
Tell me again why we should consider this Lady Cobra as Militia material?
Well sir the reasons are plenty. She is very reliable, trustworthy, a skilled fighter, a dedicated hero - a celebrity hero even, whose status, if played right, could boost the Militias reputation
Excuse me William, but would it not be more correct to state that she was all of those things emphasis on the has been? I mean
for heavens sake
shes been retired for how many years?
About 14 years sir, and yes, she may be a bit rusty, but back when she originally came here from Thailand she really was the Next Big Thing of her generation. Fighting street-crime and violence, fighting organized crime, undercover investigating, natural disaster aid, charity performances, rescuing cats from trees you name it, she did it and did it well! Add in the fact that she was very kind and attractive and the allure of the complete mystery regarding her true identity, and it was no wonder she became a darling of both the public and the media a true costumed celebrity!
And remind me again why this crime-fighting prodigy of yours then suddenly retired.
Well, it is a complicated and rather sad story. Some elements of it are based on speculation and rumors and have never been finally verified
Give it to me anyway
Yes sir. As you may recall, it all started when it was suddenly and quite surprisingly announced that she was getting married
remember sir; she was hardly 20 at the time and had until then kept her private life completely hidden from the public. Why she would suddenly decide to marry a much older man and announce it publicly had everyone baffled and speculating!
So who was the lucky *******? A Chinese billionaire or something if I remember correctly?
Thats right sir - a character almost as mysterious as Lady Cobra herself, known only as Mr. Chang and under investigation by us at the time. Needless to say, much speculation arose as to why a dedicated young hero would suddenly marry a suspected crime lord all but 40 years older than her. Some speculated that the arrangement was not entirely voluntary on the part of Lady Cobra. A common theory at the time was that she might have been doing some investigations of her own in respect of Mr. Chang, and that somehow, he may have discovered her true identity or gained some other hold on her. For a happy bride, her smile certainly looks a little pale on the official photos.
[The man called William hands the other an old copy of Paragon Fame, the magazine that had won the bid for the exclusive rights to report from the wedding]
Ah
a pretty girl indeed
much too young for that old fart of course
and I see she was married in her mask and costume
oh, and am I right to say that the costume looks a little tight across the stomach?
Your eyes are sharp as ever sir. Indeed it soon transpired that she was pregnant, and she announced that she would be taking a break from her crime-fighting activities. Later, it was announced that she had given birth to a daughter Jessica.
[William hands his superior an old copy of Celebrity Weekly, who had managed to secure the exclusive rights to report from baby Jessicas 2-year birthday]
Ah
such a lovely little child
now the next turn of events I remember a terrible tragedy!
Yes sir
the Jessica Chang kidnapping like the Lindbergh baby, only bigger! As you know, baby Jessica was never found and Lady Cobra retired and shunned the public eye, supposedly devastated from grief. It was later reported that she had left her husband. Then, after a couple of years, she suddenly left Paragon presumably to go back to Thailand!
Oh dear
how could she leave like that
I mean
it must have been like definitively abandoning her lost daughter
I know sir it did seem illogical, and of course new speculations arose. One rumor that I have heard from
erm
semi-independent sources is that baby Jessica was kidnapped by Tsoo in order to force Lady Cobra to retire, when she was getting a little too close on their tail for comfort. She had no choice but to officially comply. However, working undercover in disguise, she reportedly gained knowledge of where baby Jessica was being kept and embarked on an attempted rescue mission. However, according to my sources, the Tsoo were warned off at the last moment and managed to move Jessica, and Lady Cobras rescue attempt was thwarted. The Tsoo were furious that she had violated the arrangement and literally ran her out of town, threatening to kill Jessica if Lady Cobra did not go back to Thailand!
Good heavens
the poor girl
but why come back now
I mean, its been like 13, 14 years?
Officially, she has refused to comment on it. However, from what we have learnt from other sources, it may be possible to arrive at what could be an explanation.
Well?
Recently, we received reports of disturbances ripping through the Talos Island underground fight scene the clandestine so-called Naked Fist Society. As you may recall, they are in control of much of the illegal fight scene around here. Until very recently, the N.F.S. as they are commonly called had been all but completely dominated by the Tsoo
Ah yes
the Mr. Po file right?
Right you are sir. We are investigating this Mr. Po, but we suspect that he may just be a straw man for someone further up the chain. Anyway, the Tsoo had dominated the N.F.S. due to their breed of young fighters, allegedly kept in caves and trained to fight practically from their infancy. Some of them are said to be real prodigies
And the link to Lady Cobra?
Well, about two months ago, there seems to have been an upset with the Tsoo. Some of the child prodigies launched a rebellion against their captors and managed to escape from the caves where they had been kept
I repeat and the link to Lady Cobra?
Coming right up sir the link lies with the escapees. We think Jessica Chang might have been one of them!
Good heavens!
Indeed sir and we suspect that Lady Cobra might now have somehow learnt of the escape and decided to return to try to find Jessica before the Tsoo get to her!
But
this Jessica
shes what 14, 15? Theres no way she could have escaped the Tsoo for this long!
She is rumored to be quite
erm
resourceful sir. We have intelligence that shows heavy Tsoo activity in the weeks after the alleged escape, and reports of a number of violent confrontations all of them ending with the Tsoo patrols on the losing side!
But even if all these speculations are true, all I see is a disaster waiting to happen. How could a rampaging heroine mother out to save her child possibly benefit the Militia?
Think of it sir. She will stop at nothing to save Jessica. We could use her dedication to our advantage! Also, if we offer her the support of the Militia, we might get the opportunity of using the whole thing as a publicity stunt!
I can certainly see the potential in that but what if something goes wrong!
If something goes wrong well sir, might I suggest that we worry about that if and when we come to it? I will of course take standard precautions to make sure we reserve our positions in a prospective fallback scenario sir.
[The superior sits silently for a while, pondering on what to decide. Finally, with a sigh, he leans forward again and pierces William with a steely gaze.]
All right then make sure the cover our [censored] procedures are in place and send the poor woman the damn letter.
Saffron stared into the darkness, fully aware that it was staring back at her. The footlights to the Ships tiny stage were bright enough to obscure any detail of the audience as they sat in expectation. The previous artists had not been inspiring, a lacklustre magician and a comedian whose bawdy humour proved inappropriate for a family bar like the Ship. Although Saffron had performed live before, shed always had the backing of an orchestra or the choir. As she sat on the solitary stool with her guitar perched on her knee, she could not have felt more alone.
The horde of rampaging zombies that she had faced the other day had been less scary but at least then she had her fathers armoured jacket and more importantly, a mask to hide behind. Up here, exposed on the stage, she knew that a floral gypsy dress and her hair was not the same. She tried to clear her mind, thoughts of her conversation with Sabrina plaguing her mind. She tried to dismiss them but still ended up feeling guilty, convinced that she had not been sympathetic enough.
But somewhere in the gloom, she could see someone waving. Taking a second to look, she saw familiar faces smiling back at her. Theyd come, she thought and felt the tension break. And further back, in a far corner, she saw another familiar shape hiding in the shadows. It seemed that even her cousin had turned up to see her play.
Hi, dont make me nervous ok? she said to the audience, smiling.
And so she began
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