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Oskar watched as the weapon turned man did his thing, and if he was being honest, he was a little disappointed. He knew logically that not all powers were flashy and obvious, but he had still been expecting something to happen as the director tapped Cristina's weapon with their own. Oskar shooed those thoughts away as the Director recapped were each of them were going. A slight frown formed at the edges of his mouth as he heard it'd be only the two of them going on the rescue mission. That would make things much trickier.
As they were dismissed Oskar decided to finally get himself some food as he had skipped breakfast this morning. He quickly grabbed a large plate of something labeled Sisig, he had no idea what it was other than a large amount of delicious meat. He turned around and saw a few of his new squad mates had decided to get some food as well. He stood there for a few moments mulling over the idea of striking up a conversation.
He usually wasn't the chatty type, but he had to at least build up a bit of repour with his new team members. Even so he decided to approach the brown-haired Belgian man who'd sat by himself. If he remembered right his name was Henri. He tried to temp down the scowl that was a permanent fixture on his face as he sat across from the other man.
"Hello, I am Oskar. Figured I'd introduce myself and get the awkwardness of the first real meeting out of the way while I had the chance." He said as he offered a hand to Henri. "I figured I'd start with the stragglers as I'm not much of a social person."
As they were dismissed Oskar decided to finally get himself some food as he had skipped breakfast this morning. He quickly grabbed a large plate of something labeled Sisig, he had no idea what it was other than a large amount of delicious meat. He turned around and saw a few of his new squad mates had decided to get some food as well. He stood there for a few moments mulling over the idea of striking up a conversation.
He usually wasn't the chatty type, but he had to at least build up a bit of repour with his new team members. Even so he decided to approach the brown-haired Belgian man who'd sat by himself. If he remembered right his name was Henri. He tried to temp down the scowl that was a permanent fixture on his face as he sat across from the other man.
"Hello, I am Oskar. Figured I'd introduce myself and get the awkwardness of the first real meeting out of the way while I had the chance." He said as he offered a hand to Henri. "I figured I'd start with the stragglers as I'm not much of a social person."
Samson watched as Solaris rained fire on the police. "Thats one way to do it." He said as he kept an eye out for approaching heroes, taking pot shots with his .45 if he saw them. Then he heard that there were heroes coming from two different directions.
He turned to Poison Oak as he complained about his vines not being strong enough. After a moment of thought he gave a quick nod before saying. "You focus everything you have on the north, I'll have my rats swarm whoever's at the service entrance. They're not very strong but there's lots of them and they have a nasty bite. So, what's the plan after the boys in blue are out of the way. You were kind of vague about that part."
As he did all this, he also commanded his rats to swarm anyone at the west service entrance. As soon as he did so, every rat in or near the bank rushed towards the people there. There was a lot of the but they were just rats, so they were very easy to harm.
He turned to Poison Oak as he complained about his vines not being strong enough. After a moment of thought he gave a quick nod before saying. "You focus everything you have on the north, I'll have my rats swarm whoever's at the service entrance. They're not very strong but there's lots of them and they have a nasty bite. So, what's the plan after the boys in blue are out of the way. You were kind of vague about that part."
As he did all this, he also commanded his rats to swarm anyone at the west service entrance. As soon as he did so, every rat in or near the bank rushed towards the people there. There was a lot of the but they were just rats, so they were very easy to harm.
Ved had quite the uncomfortable ride to the Solaire, the seats on transport shuttles were always too small for him. He was unusually quiet on the ride to the ship as he tried his best not to bump into anybody and squeeze even further into his seat to let people past him. It wasn't his first time in a cramped space like this and he'd learned that his boisterous nature, large size, and small spaces didn't mix well. So he kept to himself and enjoyed the scene outside his window. The sheer size of the ship filled Ved with awe and excitement. He couldn't wait to get started.
It wasn't long before the shuttle was docked and they were all off loaded. Ved took a moment to stretch and work the kinks out of his body. As he worked out the discomfort in his limbs a sudden harsh voice called out as what he soon learned was there commanding officer started to do some kind of introduction. She was quickly interrupted by an older man who seemed, at least from his perspective, to enjoy messing with the LT.
That was when he noticed the panicked look on one of the piolets face. "Hey, don't worry." He said in a very low rumbling voice. "Just think of it like a physical to see where our baseline is and where we can improve." He gave the young lady his biggest smile to try and assure her. Despite his fellow pilots distress Ved was very excited, a simulation that realistic and there only objective was to fight and survive. Sounded like a good time to him.
It wasn't long before the shuttle was docked and they were all off loaded. Ved took a moment to stretch and work the kinks out of his body. As he worked out the discomfort in his limbs a sudden harsh voice called out as what he soon learned was there commanding officer started to do some kind of introduction. She was quickly interrupted by an older man who seemed, at least from his perspective, to enjoy messing with the LT.
That was when he noticed the panicked look on one of the piolets face. "Hey, don't worry." He said in a very low rumbling voice. "Just think of it like a physical to see where our baseline is and where we can improve." He gave the young lady his biggest smile to try and assure her. Despite his fellow pilots distress Ved was very excited, a simulation that realistic and there only objective was to fight and survive. Sounded like a good time to him.
Pestilence should have known better, of course something like this would happen. Nothing was ever this easy. The lights were back on, the alarms were blaring, and it seemed the heroes were making there move. Pestilence shrugged the duffle bag off and was setting about arming the Bio bomb only a moment before Ethan called out to the heroes. Pestilence worked quickly as from the sound of things they didn't have much time. As he worked, he glanced to Pine and Ethan.
"Once it's armed all I have to do is press a button and it'll turn this entire building into a biohazard." He said as he worked. "And trust me, we want to be gone if that happens, or at least you two do."
He finished setting up the bomb and took a step back for a moment to admire his handy work. A simple design that was more made to get the virus air born and dispersed over a large area than pure destructive force. It wasn't pretty, looking like a high-tech propane tank more than anything, but it would get the job done. He didn't take long as he walked over to Ethan. "Ok it's ready." Samson said as he palmed the detonator in his left and his now .45 in his right. Now that he was closer he could see the energy shield of Silver Sentry on the top of the stairs. He heard more movement on the main floor and suspected more heroes. 'Dame, why'd it have to be an armored hero. If it comes to a fight I'll have to get creative.' He thought as he readied himself for a fight.
Just then Solaris lived up to his name and melted a hole through the roof with a large blue star. 'Impressive, and convenient.' Samson thought as he followed Ethan's men's lead and quickly hopped aboard the small red star, though it did take him a moment longer to secure his balance. "Don't follow, it's better for your health." He said to the approaching heroes before being launched up to the roof.
Pestilence landed on the roof with a roll that ended with him on his feet. He quickly scanned the roof for any threats, not seeing any he turned to the hole they just came out of watched to see if they were followed. "Ok, we need to get out and fast." He said calmly as he readied himself for whatever came next. "Unless you want to try and fight all those heroes, which in my professional medical opinion would be very bad for your health and extremely stupid."
"Once it's armed all I have to do is press a button and it'll turn this entire building into a biohazard." He said as he worked. "And trust me, we want to be gone if that happens, or at least you two do."
He finished setting up the bomb and took a step back for a moment to admire his handy work. A simple design that was more made to get the virus air born and dispersed over a large area than pure destructive force. It wasn't pretty, looking like a high-tech propane tank more than anything, but it would get the job done. He didn't take long as he walked over to Ethan. "Ok it's ready." Samson said as he palmed the detonator in his left and his now .45 in his right. Now that he was closer he could see the energy shield of Silver Sentry on the top of the stairs. He heard more movement on the main floor and suspected more heroes. 'Dame, why'd it have to be an armored hero. If it comes to a fight I'll have to get creative.' He thought as he readied himself for a fight.
Just then Solaris lived up to his name and melted a hole through the roof with a large blue star. 'Impressive, and convenient.' Samson thought as he followed Ethan's men's lead and quickly hopped aboard the small red star, though it did take him a moment longer to secure his balance. "Don't follow, it's better for your health." He said to the approaching heroes before being launched up to the roof.
Pestilence landed on the roof with a roll that ended with him on his feet. He quickly scanned the roof for any threats, not seeing any he turned to the hole they just came out of watched to see if they were followed. "Ok, we need to get out and fast." He said calmly as he readied himself for whatever came next. "Unless you want to try and fight all those heroes, which in my professional medical opinion would be very bad for your health and extremely stupid."
A dirty bomb, you say? Looks like a situation where someone who could control EM radiation would come in handy. If only there were someone like that in the vicinity....
Biological, not radioactive my friend.
[a week before the heist.]
Samson would receive a voicemail on his phone.
Samson was in his lab's storage room going through his stock of chemicals and stored experiments when he heard his phone go off. He ignored it thinking that if it was important they’d leave a message. It was about an hour later once he was done going through what he had and what he needed that he finally got around to checking his messages. It seemed whoever this Solaris person was they wanted to make some sort of deal. He thought about it for a while before deciding to go, even if he wasn’t tempted by whatever deal was being offered he still had to figure out how this person got info on him. He set an alarm and went back to work, after all if this was some sort of trap he’d have a surprise ready.
The music was thumping in a pumping, well-polished nightclub in the ritzier area of Nova City. Ethan was sitting in one of the VIP booths in the back, away from the dance floor. The neat thing with these VIP boxes was that, once the door was shut, it was essentially sound-proof. Perfect to discuss heinous topics.
He leaned back against the plush lounge seat, dressed in a dress shirt, tie, and slacks. There was already a smoke to his lips, making the room slightly hazy. His eyes slid to the door, waiting.
Samson was finishing up the final touches to his ‘surprise’ should this meeting turn sour. Obviously he couldn't bring a weapon into a club as if this man was smart he’d have him checked beforehand, so Samson had injected a couple dozen leeches with a special chemical compound that caused nausea, blurred vision, and impaired balance in mammals. If it came to it he could have them crawl unseen and deliver their payload. It was around 9:15 once he was finished and headed out.
It took him about 30 minutes to find the club as he didn’t get out of the lab much unless he was ‘working’. He was wearing a black suit with a dark red under shirt, the dozen leeches unseen as the lay flat against his back. After a quick conversation with the door man, and after being checked for weapons, he was led to the V.I.P booth and ushered in.
Once the door had closed and they were left in silence he looked at the man who’d apparently wanted to meet the infamous Pestilence. “Well you say you want to talk, lets talk.” He said in a low gravelly voice. “You know who I am may I ask what your name is?”
Ethan stood as Samson entered the VIP booth, grinning as he bit softly on his cigarette. He extended a hand for a handshake. ”Masked Solaris, or Ethan Smoke. I'm not one for hidden identities, personally. Bit old-fashioned.” His voice was light and clear with a humorous lilt.
He gestured to the seats, ”Please, make yourself comfortable. Can I offer you a drink? Their scotch here is to die for.”
He took his seat on the lounge again, reaching for the untouched glasses and flipping them right side up, opening a bottle of scotch sitting on the table and pouring for both Samson and him. Then he set the glass closer to Samson, picking up his own glass and swirling it slightly in his hand.
”Times are ‘a changing, Pestilence. We used to be able to survive alone, but with the recent movements of the cops, and those damn ‘heroes’, it's getting riskier and riskier to score big.
“That's why I'm proposing an alliance. Your enemies become my enemies. You help me with my heists, you get a cut of the take-away. Say… 70/30?”
Samson shook Ethan’s hand as he spoke and listened as the man gave an offer he wasn’t expecting. An alliance, a way for them to be safer from this world's so called guardians. He thought it over as he looked at the man over his fingers tapping on the side of his glass, which he’d accepted but has yet to even take a sip.
Samson could see the pros to such a deal but there were risks as well. This man could leave him high and dry if something went wrong, but he wasn’t wrong about the hero’s being a pain in his side, yet more people clinging to the weakness of humanity like it was something they needed.
“That is an interesting offer but 70/30 is a steep cut.” He asked as he leaned forward, his face devoid of any expression and his grey eyes cold. “60/40, in your favor of course.”
Ethan held his smoke in his hand, taking a sip of the scotch, face scrunching up reflexively at the strong taste. ”Mm. Pestilence, ya twisting ma arm here,”
He shot Samson a smirk, ”You know I got overhead, men to pay. Everyone's got a hand in my pocket, damn.”
He leaned back in his seat, breathing in a deep inhale from his cigarette, before he shrugged, chuckling. ”Alright. Just for you, 60/40. Actually got a heist planned for next week, if you want in on it. The Nova City Bank.”
Ethan waggled his eyebrows at Samson, a mischievous glint in his violet eyes. It was the biggest branded bank in the city, with the highest security. To even attempt it was a suicide mission waiting to happen.
Samson was a bit shocked by the acceptance of his counter offer so quickly though he didn’t show it. This shock was deepened by the next words out of Ethans mouth, to rob The Nova City Bank was a bold if reckless move. He wanted to deny him right away but something in the back of his mind kept him from denying it out right. With funding like that he could further his experiments by leaps and bounds. Despite his better judgement he nodded towards Ethan and said. “Maybe but before I commit I’d need to see a plan. If I’m going to take such a big risk I need to know we’re not going in there half cocked.”
He continued to tap the glass of untouched scotch as stared at Ethan trying to figure the aloof man out. The leeches under his shirt shifted slightly as he said. “And on the off chance I agree I’ll even pitch in and help arm us. I have a few experiments that need a field test.”
”A field test, huh?” Ethan mused, before he took one final drsg of his cigarette before sinking it in a crystal ashtray. He pulled his phone from his pocket, scrolling through it for a moment before setting it on the table, allowing Samson to see a floor plan of the bank. He leaned forward in his seat, widening the map and pointing to the lobby area.
”So, after we've killed the power to the city block, We storm the front lobby area. The cameras will be down, so don't need to worry about that. Don't have to worry about the silent alarm either. After the front lobby is secure, I'll sear through the lock to the underground vault area. The hallway to the vault is coated in motion sensors that are hooked up to a generator, so they'll alert the police if they aren't deactivated. However, destroying them with a little star-power will let us take the hall. Then, we set some C4 on the door of the vault, take cover, and bam! It's ours. Faster than if I were to try and melt through it. Go through to the offices on the main floor, smash the window, our getaway driver will be on the other side.
“All in all, it should take about four minutes to do.”
Ethan cocked an eyebrow at Samson. ”So? I'm curious what kind of field tests you wanted to do, I might have to adjust the plan so it all fits.”
“Hmmm, I see. I could probably send a few of my little ‘friends’ ahead to take out any back up generators they have.” He said as he looked over the map. “This way we don’t have to stop to deal with the motion sensors and they can scout out in case there's any surprises.”
This plan actually wasn’t half bad and with his help it might just work. “Well, three things to be exact. The first is a chemical agent that when breathed in by warm blooded creatures causes temporary blindness. I have that put in a gas grenade. The second is a fast acting virus I’ve been cooking up, it’ll cause any injected by it to have their joints stiffen making it harder to move. I have a few auto injector bolts and back up crossbows for that.” Samson said as he looked from the plan to Ethan. “ The third is actually a way to make sure no one follows us. A dirty bomb laced with an airborne virus I’ve been working on the last few years. We plant it in the lobby and then if any hero shows up they either see it or we tell them and they have to deal with that first. Oh, and don’t worry about yourself or your men, just have them wear a gas mask and shower after.”
Ethan smirked at that, his eyes glinting mischievously. ”You are a master at your field, my good sir. Yes, I can fit that into the plan real easy, and we'll be sailing outta there with the dough before anyone can say anything.”
He chuckled, tapping his drink on the table to emphasize his point, before tossing the rest of it back in one fell swoop. His face scrunched up reflexively, before that grin was back on his face.
”Well, we'll definitely want to keep in touch and work out the finer details before the big day, yes? Here's my contacts.” And he passed an embossed business card to Samson. Solaris Consultants was the name of the company, an obvious front for what really went on behind the scenes.
[color=6666ff]”Now, was there anything else you wanted to discuss before we wrap this up? You can take the bottle home, if you like.”[color] He said, gesturing to the scotch.
“No, I think we have discussed all there is for now.” He said as he got up leaving his still full glass on the table. He stopped right before exiting and said with a very faint smile. “No thank you, I'm not much of a drinker, but thanks anyway. I do have a piece of advice for you though, since we’re allied and all now.” He held up a hand and allowed one of the leeches to slip from his sleeve to wrap around one of his fingers. “You should really get better security, I have a few dozen of these guys on my person. I wouldn’t want this partnership to end so quickly.” He then turned and left just as quickly as he came.
Ethan's eyebrows raised up, before amusement flickered across his face. ”I'll keep that in mind…” He mumbled slyly to himself.
Samson would receive a voicemail on his phone.
Heyyya, Pestilence. You like money, right? I like money too. Why don't we see how we can make more of it together, eh? Why don't we meet up? Say, the Gem Nightclub. The noise and lights make it reeaal discreet. 10:00 PM, tomorrow? You'll want to say you have a reservation under Masked Solaris. See ya then.Samson was in his lab's storage room going through his stock of chemicals and stored experiments when he heard his phone go off. He ignored it thinking that if it was important they’d leave a message. It was about an hour later once he was done going through what he had and what he needed that he finally got around to checking his messages. It seemed whoever this Solaris person was they wanted to make some sort of deal. He thought about it for a while before deciding to go, even if he wasn’t tempted by whatever deal was being offered he still had to figure out how this person got info on him. He set an alarm and went back to work, after all if this was some sort of trap he’d have a surprise ready.
The music was thumping in a pumping, well-polished nightclub in the ritzier area of Nova City. Ethan was sitting in one of the VIP booths in the back, away from the dance floor. The neat thing with these VIP boxes was that, once the door was shut, it was essentially sound-proof. Perfect to discuss heinous topics.
He leaned back against the plush lounge seat, dressed in a dress shirt, tie, and slacks. There was already a smoke to his lips, making the room slightly hazy. His eyes slid to the door, waiting.
Samson was finishing up the final touches to his ‘surprise’ should this meeting turn sour. Obviously he couldn't bring a weapon into a club as if this man was smart he’d have him checked beforehand, so Samson had injected a couple dozen leeches with a special chemical compound that caused nausea, blurred vision, and impaired balance in mammals. If it came to it he could have them crawl unseen and deliver their payload. It was around 9:15 once he was finished and headed out.
It took him about 30 minutes to find the club as he didn’t get out of the lab much unless he was ‘working’. He was wearing a black suit with a dark red under shirt, the dozen leeches unseen as the lay flat against his back. After a quick conversation with the door man, and after being checked for weapons, he was led to the V.I.P booth and ushered in.
Once the door had closed and they were left in silence he looked at the man who’d apparently wanted to meet the infamous Pestilence. “Well you say you want to talk, lets talk.” He said in a low gravelly voice. “You know who I am may I ask what your name is?”
Ethan stood as Samson entered the VIP booth, grinning as he bit softly on his cigarette. He extended a hand for a handshake. ”Masked Solaris, or Ethan Smoke. I'm not one for hidden identities, personally. Bit old-fashioned.” His voice was light and clear with a humorous lilt.
He gestured to the seats, ”Please, make yourself comfortable. Can I offer you a drink? Their scotch here is to die for.”
He took his seat on the lounge again, reaching for the untouched glasses and flipping them right side up, opening a bottle of scotch sitting on the table and pouring for both Samson and him. Then he set the glass closer to Samson, picking up his own glass and swirling it slightly in his hand.
”Times are ‘a changing, Pestilence. We used to be able to survive alone, but with the recent movements of the cops, and those damn ‘heroes’, it's getting riskier and riskier to score big.
“That's why I'm proposing an alliance. Your enemies become my enemies. You help me with my heists, you get a cut of the take-away. Say… 70/30?”
Samson shook Ethan’s hand as he spoke and listened as the man gave an offer he wasn’t expecting. An alliance, a way for them to be safer from this world's so called guardians. He thought it over as he looked at the man over his fingers tapping on the side of his glass, which he’d accepted but has yet to even take a sip.
Samson could see the pros to such a deal but there were risks as well. This man could leave him high and dry if something went wrong, but he wasn’t wrong about the hero’s being a pain in his side, yet more people clinging to the weakness of humanity like it was something they needed.
“That is an interesting offer but 70/30 is a steep cut.” He asked as he leaned forward, his face devoid of any expression and his grey eyes cold. “60/40, in your favor of course.”
Ethan held his smoke in his hand, taking a sip of the scotch, face scrunching up reflexively at the strong taste. ”Mm. Pestilence, ya twisting ma arm here,”
He shot Samson a smirk, ”You know I got overhead, men to pay. Everyone's got a hand in my pocket, damn.”
He leaned back in his seat, breathing in a deep inhale from his cigarette, before he shrugged, chuckling. ”Alright. Just for you, 60/40. Actually got a heist planned for next week, if you want in on it. The Nova City Bank.”
Ethan waggled his eyebrows at Samson, a mischievous glint in his violet eyes. It was the biggest branded bank in the city, with the highest security. To even attempt it was a suicide mission waiting to happen.
Samson was a bit shocked by the acceptance of his counter offer so quickly though he didn’t show it. This shock was deepened by the next words out of Ethans mouth, to rob The Nova City Bank was a bold if reckless move. He wanted to deny him right away but something in the back of his mind kept him from denying it out right. With funding like that he could further his experiments by leaps and bounds. Despite his better judgement he nodded towards Ethan and said. “Maybe but before I commit I’d need to see a plan. If I’m going to take such a big risk I need to know we’re not going in there half cocked.”
He continued to tap the glass of untouched scotch as stared at Ethan trying to figure the aloof man out. The leeches under his shirt shifted slightly as he said. “And on the off chance I agree I’ll even pitch in and help arm us. I have a few experiments that need a field test.”
”A field test, huh?” Ethan mused, before he took one final drsg of his cigarette before sinking it in a crystal ashtray. He pulled his phone from his pocket, scrolling through it for a moment before setting it on the table, allowing Samson to see a floor plan of the bank. He leaned forward in his seat, widening the map and pointing to the lobby area.
”So, after we've killed the power to the city block, We storm the front lobby area. The cameras will be down, so don't need to worry about that. Don't have to worry about the silent alarm either. After the front lobby is secure, I'll sear through the lock to the underground vault area. The hallway to the vault is coated in motion sensors that are hooked up to a generator, so they'll alert the police if they aren't deactivated. However, destroying them with a little star-power will let us take the hall. Then, we set some C4 on the door of the vault, take cover, and bam! It's ours. Faster than if I were to try and melt through it. Go through to the offices on the main floor, smash the window, our getaway driver will be on the other side.
“All in all, it should take about four minutes to do.”
Ethan cocked an eyebrow at Samson. ”So? I'm curious what kind of field tests you wanted to do, I might have to adjust the plan so it all fits.”
“Hmmm, I see. I could probably send a few of my little ‘friends’ ahead to take out any back up generators they have.” He said as he looked over the map. “This way we don’t have to stop to deal with the motion sensors and they can scout out in case there's any surprises.”
This plan actually wasn’t half bad and with his help it might just work. “Well, three things to be exact. The first is a chemical agent that when breathed in by warm blooded creatures causes temporary blindness. I have that put in a gas grenade. The second is a fast acting virus I’ve been cooking up, it’ll cause any injected by it to have their joints stiffen making it harder to move. I have a few auto injector bolts and back up crossbows for that.” Samson said as he looked from the plan to Ethan. “ The third is actually a way to make sure no one follows us. A dirty bomb laced with an airborne virus I’ve been working on the last few years. We plant it in the lobby and then if any hero shows up they either see it or we tell them and they have to deal with that first. Oh, and don’t worry about yourself or your men, just have them wear a gas mask and shower after.”
Ethan smirked at that, his eyes glinting mischievously. ”You are a master at your field, my good sir. Yes, I can fit that into the plan real easy, and we'll be sailing outta there with the dough before anyone can say anything.”
He chuckled, tapping his drink on the table to emphasize his point, before tossing the rest of it back in one fell swoop. His face scrunched up reflexively, before that grin was back on his face.
”Well, we'll definitely want to keep in touch and work out the finer details before the big day, yes? Here's my contacts.” And he passed an embossed business card to Samson. Solaris Consultants was the name of the company, an obvious front for what really went on behind the scenes.
[color=6666ff]”Now, was there anything else you wanted to discuss before we wrap this up? You can take the bottle home, if you like.”[color] He said, gesturing to the scotch.
“No, I think we have discussed all there is for now.” He said as he got up leaving his still full glass on the table. He stopped right before exiting and said with a very faint smile. “No thank you, I'm not much of a drinker, but thanks anyway. I do have a piece of advice for you though, since we’re allied and all now.” He held up a hand and allowed one of the leeches to slip from his sleeve to wrap around one of his fingers. “You should really get better security, I have a few dozen of these guys on my person. I wouldn’t want this partnership to end so quickly.” He then turned and left just as quickly as he came.
Ethan's eyebrows raised up, before amusement flickered across his face. ”I'll keep that in mind…” He mumbled slyly to himself.
Oskar listened as the director seemed to drop yet another bomb on them in the form of the fact, he could grant people's noble arm extra powers. He nearly let his jaw drop at that but was able to just barely hold his professional face in place. After a bit he decided to simply file that away for later processing, along with the fact the man himself wasn't human.
Oskar continued to listen as the Director listed out the two operations they had coming in the future. He thought it over as he listened to his new squad banter. They were discussing among themselves, but he didn't hear most of the conversation, something about a perv dungeon, he guessed they were discussing the mission.......he hoped they were otherwise he'd feel awkward for overhearing. He shook his as he got himself off that thought train.
It seemed he had a choice to make, either help defend a ship from other NAs and maybe man a gun or two, seeing as his talents relied on him being close, or go to a heavily fortified prison that was run by what was no doubt an extremely powerful NA. His frown deepened as he went through the choices in his mind. Both would need all the help they could get but, in the end, the rescue mission could use him better and the naval battle would have warships backing the others up.
"I'd like to volunteer for the rescue mission if you'll have me." He said in a deep baritone. "I think my talents will be much more useful in this debauched mine than out at sea."
He knew what losing comrades felt like, that was bad enough, but the thought of someone in the type of place the director described made his blood boil. This was why he joined the military in the first place, to help though who need it and kill those who deserved it, and this mine seemed like it had plenty of both.
Oskar continued to listen as the Director listed out the two operations they had coming in the future. He thought it over as he listened to his new squad banter. They were discussing among themselves, but he didn't hear most of the conversation, something about a perv dungeon, he guessed they were discussing the mission.......he hoped they were otherwise he'd feel awkward for overhearing. He shook his as he got himself off that thought train.
It seemed he had a choice to make, either help defend a ship from other NAs and maybe man a gun or two, seeing as his talents relied on him being close, or go to a heavily fortified prison that was run by what was no doubt an extremely powerful NA. His frown deepened as he went through the choices in his mind. Both would need all the help they could get but, in the end, the rescue mission could use him better and the naval battle would have warships backing the others up.
"I'd like to volunteer for the rescue mission if you'll have me." He said in a deep baritone. "I think my talents will be much more useful in this debauched mine than out at sea."
He knew what losing comrades felt like, that was bad enough, but the thought of someone in the type of place the director described made his blood boil. This was why he joined the military in the first place, to help though who need it and kill those who deserved it, and this mine seemed like it had plenty of both.
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