Frengo

Cell-mates

Keep up the "W.E.C" prosecutor pre-tense if you want a crimson armoured bodyguard. His first instinct will be to defend his superiors, which would be the lawyer in this case.

EDIT: Gonna give the others a chance to catch up before I post further, we don't want to leave them behind too much.

Cell-mates

The Silencer was trained for many things. Highly sensitive insertions, hostage rescue, terrorist elimination, surgical strikes, zero-G combat - anything and everything that was concerned with bringing a fight to an enemy. What he saw before him though, was bewildering, forcing him to remain momentarily silent as he analysed his two 'Cell Mates'.

"A prosecutor?" He asked, "then the resistance has captured me. You must have put many of their comrades to the chair for them to have been so bold as to abduct a W.E.C prosecutor. Interesting."

Turning to what he understood to be a sportsman, the Silencer merely glared. "What use does the resistance have with one such as you? This makes little sense."

Cell-mates

@Frengo Nah, they would have been confiscated.

@Erklings25

Yeah makes sense, that's why I left out mention of them. Thought I'd best check though. Thanks.

Cell-mates

Oh, do our guys start with their weapons?

Cell-mates

Fire and death, everywhere one looked. Rebel fighters slumped against walls, blood trails glistening. Spent shell casings crunched underfoot. In the distance, a W.E.C dropship unleashed its fury against something solid - men screamed briefly and then all was quiet.

"Please," the man pleaded, tears and snot streaming down his face. "I have a family! I wasn't with the resistance! I was their prisoner!"

The Silencer tilted his head slightly to one side, and then raised his Pacifist Assault rifle and pointed it at the man's face.

"No, no wait!"

And then there was a bright flash, the Silencer felt himself pulled forwards into something, and at the same time his vision was taken by blackness.

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The room was cold and poorly lit. The Silencer looked left and right, sensing that he was not alone.

"In the name of the World Economic Consortium, identify yourselves," he said in a neutral, almost robotic tone.

No doubt the resistance had played some kind of trick on him, and if this was the case, he was going to tear their spines out.

Astaria: General Fantasy RP

Thranok grew increasingly impatient with the Satyr's presence, and this magnified itself tenfold when the beast thought it wise to put itself within close proximity of his axe. The Dwarf made to behead the creature in one fluent and powerful swing, gleeful to be ending the nonsense once and for all - but then he stopped, as the Satyr mentioned goblins and worgs, on down the road.

Before he could put questions to the trickster, Thranok's makeshift companions beat him to it. The Elf questioned the Satyr's credibility (maybe Elves weren't so stupid after all!), and the Prince's kinsman, a blacksmith who seemed to have a mysterious intelligence befitting someone of a higher role in life, decided that the group should trust the creature.

"Bah," Thranok snorted, spitting at the ground in front of his kinsman. "Yer sense 'o things be as weak as yer beard, brother. Aint no good that can come from the likes 'o this pointy eared prick."

Not for the first time that day, Thranok hefted his axe at the Satyr. "Got's me one question fer ya," he said, "yer say tha' road be blocked by goblins 'n worgs. How many goblins, and how many worgs? Maybe I can be gleamin' me some truth from yer tricks 'n nonsense."

The Prince thought it likely that the Satyr was trying to lead the caravan down another route, that did indeed have a host of goblins and worgs. On the other hand, it was possible that he was telling the truth - that he was a freak Satyr that possessed no want to cause mischief. Either way, the Prince wanted to know just how much resistance the caravan was likely to face, one way or the other. If the Trickster came out with a bloated number, Thranok would assume there were just a few goblins and their dogs, but if the Trickster came out with a low number, he'd bet his father's kingdom on there being an entire army of the critters.

The Watchers

I am here, I was waiting for someone else to post - maybe we should just forge ahead to see if we can't inspire the others?

Cell-mates

Captain William Siegfried

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Age: 28
Universe: Crusader: No Remorse/Regret
Occupation: W.E.C Silencer
Personality: Reserved, quick witted, fearless and practical - these are the summary words used to describe your typical Silencer, an enigmatic super soldier in the employ of the World Economic Consortium. Emotions have little role in such an occupation, and extreme military discipline rules the day.
Weapons:

• RP-32 Pacifist Assault Rifle
• BA-41 Peacemaker
• Spider Bombs

Skills

• Master of modern and near-future ranged weaponry. (Including laser-based weapons).
• Advanced combat and tactics training.
• Familiar with computer systems (Medium hacking potential.)
• Trained in the use of heavy explosives.

Powers:

• Psych Conditioned (Repressed emotions/Robotic thought process)
• Super Soldier (Some genetic enhancements, allowing quicker than average reaction speed)
• Armour made of rigid-polanium plastic-armor plates. (Can take a good pounding from small arms fire)

Other

• Memory erased. Has no recollections of background or personal connections beyond his activation as a W.E.C Silencer.
• Trained from a very young age to be a Silencer.
• Efficient killing machine; the best of the best in his respective Universe.
• Game Trailer (The 90's say hi!)

Astaria: General Fantasy RP

"If yer hear a tune lass," Thranok hissed in annoyance at the Elf maid, "and nah one 'o yer friends be playin' 'n instrument, 'n suddenly yer be fallin' asleep, it be a safe bet that someone's tryin' ta sleep ya. Me nurses used to soothe me 'n me brothers to sleep with such nonsense when we were little'ns, ta give mar some peace, aye?"

The Dwarf gripped his axe impatiently, willing the beast to drop dead, but for some reason uncertain that bloody murder was the right way to go with this situation. Few others seemed to show much hostility to the idea of being forced asleep and made helpless - but then the tall folk were often daft in their perception of matters.

"What'd yer make of all this, kinsman?" the Prince asked, switching his attention to the Dwarf approaching him and the Elf. "Think we should be slayin' it? Or lettin' that lizard talk it down?"

Cell-mates

Captain William Siegfried

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Age: 28
Universe: Crusader: No Remorse/Regret
Occupation: W.E.C Silencer
Personality: Reserved, quick witted, fearless and practical - these are the summary words used to describe your typical Silencer, an enigmatic super soldier in the employ of the World Economic Consortium. Emotions have little role in such an occupation, and extreme military discipline rules the day.
Weapons:

• RP-32 Pacifist Assault Rifle
• BA-41 Peacemaker
• Spider Bombs

Skills

• Master of modern and near-future ranged weaponry. (Including laser-based weapons).
• Advanced combat and tactics training.
• Familiar with computer systems (Medium hacking potential.)
• Trained in the use of heavy explosives.

Powers:

• Psych Conditioned (Repressed emotions/Robotic thought process)
• Super Soldier (Some genetic enhancements, allowing quicker than average reaction speed)
• Armour made of rigid-polanium plastic-armor plates. (Can take a good pounding from small arms fire)

Other

• Memory erased. Has no recollections of background or personal connections beyond his activation as a W.E.C Silencer.
• Trained from a very young age to be a Silencer.
• Efficient killing machine; the best of the best in his respective Universe.
• Game Trailer (The 90's say hi!)

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Password = Jailbreaks were never so fun.