Jeep Wrangler

Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread

@LetMeDoStuff Not Shrek either.

@Blackmist16

Really is a sad day

Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread

Still no Master Chief for smash, gamers

Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread

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(sigh) What bs anime character is gonna be dlc now...

@Blackmist16

its the joker from hit marvel film fortnite

Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread

@rocketrobie2 I would uh, not have done that if I were you. Standard current-gen consoles are apparently hit the worst with the performance issues borderlining on unplayability. Godspeed comrade.

@LetMeDoStuff You should be in a half-decent spot. I'm running on some pretty beastly hardware. 1650 Super ought to do 1080p60fps with good stability. The framerate stability is definitely the biggest issue right now, backed up by micro-stuttering on some hardware configurations (I suspect this has to do with insufficient VRAM).

@Sierra

That's more or less what I want to hear. Not trying to hit it on max settings anyway so I'll be pretty happy. A few of my friends have been playing it so far and haven't actually encountered that many issues, and emphasised that they were having a lot of fun, which is all I can ask for really. Can hope for some optimisation patches by the time I get back to my PC on the 27th

Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread

cyberpunk is reaaaaaallllllly not in a good state right now. gameplay wise it's fucking dope as shit but i can't get over the subpar optimization and various bugs throughout the game

good news is that i got my gtx 1060 to pull 60 frames 90% of the time but it still lacks in certain places but i think im gonna hold off on playing further until further patches come out

@Bee

That gives me some hope lmao, 1650 Super gang.

Though I imagined it was going to be like the Witcher 3 in that its in a really rough spot on launch unfortunately. Wish it was avoided but we're here now, when I get to play it at the end of the year hopefully there'll be some rectification coming.

Witch Hunt: Story of Stars

The Camp - Interacting with @Polaris North

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Oh, but everything had happened so fast - comparable to the gusts of the bleakest typhoon - and the transformation to silence had come and gone like a boat downstream. A bustling locale, Saint Reginald, was torn from its roots and the seeds of its activity were scattered. Hjadana had been on scene in a manner of chance, circumstance and intent. Sure, he'd been in search for a good adventure, something that would finally help him pursue his goals of conquering his illegitimacies, but the plunge of chaos that had arisen was far beyond what he'd expected. He began to have his doubts when he saw the camp, the lack of smiles and about as much happiness as a funeral session.

And now, he found himself incredibly discomforted. In a time like this, he wanted something to do. Not out of excitement, but the need to feel useful to someone or something. Everything had gone down the drain and yet he was sat there, twirling a stick he'd found on the floor and looking to the sky with a colourful garb on his body. That idea of fitting in had never settled once. An outsider, first and foremost, then the additions of a bastardised race and lack of understanding on the situation left him most uncomfortable. It was all so muddy, he thought, and the temper of the evening was much to be desired. Who could blame any of them? Families were dead, homes were burned down, careers were ransacked and blood was spilled. It wasn't the typical festival, he could tell that for sure. No, festivities were for times of greatness. And the only good thing that had come out of the horror was opportunity; and by the oath of his intention he felt all the more gutted by the desire to seek employment and self-fulfilment from it.

Yet, assuring that he would not swallow himself in guilt that early on, he rose to his feet and began to walk around the camp. There were few talking heads and most were locked in heartfelt discouragement. Hjadana knew it was unwise to disturb their moment of peace. And so, he looked around for a task, something to introduce him to the rabble he'd thrown himself into. Everyone around him was, to him, far superior than he was. They were surrounded by people they knew, or they donned armour, weapons, businesses, true personalities...All of it was hard to grasp and he only yearned to fit right in.

He saw an Orc assisting with a clothier, selfless in his endeavours. The lean Hjadana swept himself onto the scene, drifting in with a manner of foreign confusion and awkwardness. Looking into the crate, he found himself admiring the material before him. A smile came on his face and he was quick to strike up conversation to ease the silence.

"These are fine cloths," he proclaimed with a little murmur, doing everything to keep it a quiet conversation, "I'd say you put your heart in the right place to give out such things to those in need. Admirable, comes to mind. Mind if I lend a hand on these last few?"

The merchant, still half-in-conversation with the prowess of the Orc, waved a hand in acknowledgement and nodded to him. It could've gone worse, but the lack of a reception had taken him down a notch. Breaking that ice had always been such a stinger. He'd seen those monsters, those things that had ruptured all that these people knew true, and it made him feel all the more uncomfortable when no one could keep their words flowing. Perhaps he was just confused on the world, or perhaps he was yet to experience the full force of the shock.

When granted passage, Hjadana walked over to the cart and grabbed the first box he found. It was a lot heavier than he thought it was and the wind was quite nearly taken out of his sails. He recomposed himself and made a second attempt, getting the casket of clothes out into the fray. He left it aside the other near-empty crates and sighed, feeling a sense of artificiality to his assistance. Nothing felt purposeful. There was an aura of sadness to every sorrowful act he did. And it was greater than the initial grime that plagued his hidden mask. The shame was exasperated tenfold. And when things had died down within the camp, he'd convinced himself that he'd taken a step too far into an occupation not suited for his kind of person. He was weak, even if capable, and the experienced dresses and armours of the other camp-members put him to shame. A second sigh left his lips, before the commotion to a new arrival, caked in ember, arrived. Several approached her, but the push of guardsmen retrieving her stopped the inconsequential from investigating her presence. He didn't get a good look at her, but the softness of her voice had definitely introduced a new emotional place in the camp. If it didn't worry people, it surely livened a few souls up.

And without realising it, he was stood next to the orc, both staring at the event that took place. Hjadana glanced at him, looked away, and then stared right back at him. His presence hadn't really been noted, and what looked like the sternness of his gaze gave him all the aura of power he'd expected. Taller, broader and littered with small scars and scratches - he'd stumbled upon a truly experienced individual. Hjadana wasn't exactly inexperienced himself, but the display almost proved him to be but a pipsqueak in comparison.

"Run of the mill chaos, huh?" Bugger! He'd let slip his voice first, disrupting the thoughtful silence that could have comforted the adventurer. He cleared his throat and tried to clear up his awkwardness. "Just the regular afternoon for us, aye? Well, maybe not to this scale but...you know we get around, in more ways than one."

The more he talked, the more casual it seemed. He found his voice, that comfortable and laid back individual who tried to cheer people up, even in small talk. It wasn't much, but it went to lengths that he hadn't registered. A sort of encouraged personality shift with added benefits, if he were to describe it himself. He looked around and smiled kindly up to the orc, unaware of them sharing similar native roots.

"Colour me impressed, it looks like we'll be in deep agony for the next months and years. A toast, even, to the worst of the worst. Thank the bloody stars above." His chuckle was pained, agonised even, by the reality around them. They were sat in excrement and left to rot in the filth. It was any miracle that the King had made it out on such haste, intact nonetheless, and he nudged the orc with another faint smile. "Don't know what she was on about, but do you think there'll be any sort of great reaction afoot? A counter to the great collapse?"

NEOTOKYO - Shadow Conflict [Open!]

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I don't think I'll be making it sadly. You guys have fun.

@PPQ Purple

Ah no worries. Good luck!

Witch Hunt: Story of Stars

Hey! Sorry for my delays, I'm having to organise a move next week so I'm in a bit of a sticky situation. I'll get something up in the coming days though!

NEOTOKYO - Shadow Conflict [Open!]

Senior Agent Caitlyn Ellesworth

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5'11, pale skin, a single grim grey eye and a tight bun of bright blue hair. Walking into Caitlyn's office puts you face to face with a woman in her fourties who has absolutely no time for any shit you might be thinking about putting on her. Both of Caityln's lower legs have been replaced by custom made bionics and her well-toned form is marked with scars of previous fights, scores of shrapnel, slashes and shots indelibly marked into her skin.

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Name
Caitlyn Ellesworth. 'Miss. C' to underlings not on missions, 'Puma' when on missions. Calling her 'Cougar' is a fantastic way to earn her ire. Friends get to call her Cat.

Nationality
American (Nationality.) White American/Slavic (Ethnically.)

Age
42.

Sexuality
Pan.

Birth
East Coast Sprawl, USA, 15th July 1989.

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Appearance
As previously mentioned, Caitlyn stands at around 5 foot 11 inches (180cm) making her slightly above average in her home of America and quite obviously above average admist her shorter Japanese colleagues. Her hair has been consistently dyed a deep blue since her early 20s, to the point where few remember her original hair colour is a light brown.

When on duty, Caitlyn wears a well-tailored black suit and a blue tie that matches her hair, the only sign of her doorkicking days the fact that she wears a set of military boots, the leather polished until it's so shiny you can see your reflection in it. Off-duty, she defaults to a set of semi-formal black jeans and simple long-and-short sleeved t-shirts depending on the weather, often defaulting to a jacket unless it's particularly warm. Usually however, her clothing covers up the most distinctive part of her- the fact that both of her legs have been replaced by cybernetic enhancements. Something of a cyberware purist, Caitlyn's legs are a distinctive shiny chrome, partially a design choice, and partially an intelligent ruse, because Caitlyn has another set of cybernetics far fewer peoople are aware of- her eyes.

Both of her eyes have been replaced by a complicated series of prosthetics, and over one she dons a strapless black eyepatch, made from an electroreceptive surface that has the property of allowing her cybernetic eye to see through it without any loss of visibility. Her remaning eye is almost entirely indistinguishable from a regular biological one, which is, of course, exactly what she wants.

Height
5'11/180cm

Personality
Once, Caitlyn was quite the party girl. Or so her old colleagues say. Now she hasn't touched a bottle in more than a decade, anything that goes into her lungs that isn't air is vapourised and she seems to relish clocking in far more than clocking out. Fiercly intelligent when it comes to cybernetic systems, Caitlyn holds a PHD in Cybernetic Engineering, earned over more than thirteen years of work, most of which was on her own body parts. Having overcome limb loss, addiction and the death of more colleagues than she'd care to admit, she's often seen as icy and frigid, but the truth is she's simply much more careful about who she allows herself attachment to. What good is it becoming acquainted with a brand new agent when they could be lying on a cold slab in two weeks time?

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Role
Squad Operational Manager. Caitlyn's days as a direct field worker have mostly come to an end (although she's still a surprisngly mean shot with quick enough reactions to take on a man half her age and come out on top,) but she's not lost more than two decades of combat experience, and is happy to pass it on to those below her. Sitting in her office, looking through camera feeds or controlling arieal recon units, more than one assault team member owes their life to Caitlyn foiling an ambush.

Equipment

Weaponry & Armour

• H&K SOCOM 24: A modernised variant of the SOCOM 23, the 24 is a semi-automatic large-frame pistol firing 14 .45 super rounds before needing a reload. A holdover from her FBI days, hers is quite clearly the USSOCOM variant, sporting a laser aiming module, surpressor and a red-dot sight. It's extremley rare that Caitlyn is ever seen without this gun strapped to her.
• H&K SFP9-M: Despite being made in Germany, the gun has been standard issue in the Japanese army for 11 years. 20 9x19mm shots, held inside her intergrated leg holster. This is Caitlyn's 'backup' or 'holdout' weapon.
• Dynatech Industries Hand Taser: A normal-looking pair of black driving gloves with a series of metal contact points located in the knuckles. When clenched into a fist, the glove is turned on, causing the contact points to crackle with 50,000 volts. Each glove can carry two charges before needing a recharge, the process of which takes three hours per glove charged. The weight of the electronics also makes for a reasonable knuckleduster in a pinch.
• Lightweight Ballistic Vest: A simple, relatively thin and unnoticable kevlar vest most easily compared to a waistcoat rather than actual combat-ready armour. Although poor against knives and unlikely to stop heavier bullets from penetrating through, shotguns and lighter calibres will be halted, albeit with a tremendous amount of pain and blunt force imparted on Caitlyn in the process.

Augments

• Custom-Made Cybernetic Leg Replacements. Caitlyn's thesis. Her pride and joys. Shockingly chrome, silk to the touch and tougher than titanium, her legs are built to last and can dish out no small amount of pain themselves. Resistant to fire, heat, cold, acid, bases, EMPs, piercing and slashing damage, blunt and concussive impacts and probably would be radiation-resistant if not for how redundant that would be. They also feature numerous concealed compartments, including a holster in the right calf, a small bug-out kit in her right thigh and a storage compartment in her left thigh. Finally, they have a set of pneumatic jacks capable of unleashing a devastaing amount of pressure to anything underneath them, easily capable of destroying conventional car engine blocks at a cost to the long-term structural integrity of her legs, her spine and any shoes she might be wearing.
• Custom-Made Cybernetic Eye Replacements. Although not lavished over like Caitlyn's legs, her eyes have a few tricks to them as well. With the ability to switch into low-light and heat-sensitive vision modes, a 'dazzle guard' feature that automatically blacks out her vision to protect it from sudden bursts of light and will slowly adjust to brighter lights, a 30x zoom and a covert recording feature originally designed for undercover work, they're not to be underestimated.
• Heart Monitor. Independent of her heart's functioning is this monitor. The usage of it should be obvious.
• Artificial Hormone Regulator. An extraordinarily common implant, this allows Caitlyn to adjust the hormone balance in her body. Normally used in order to increase adrenaline before a fight, but has other usages too.
• High-Density Bone Lattice: By 'weaving' together muscle and bone, both body parts benefit. Caitlyn's muscles are tougher, more tear-resistant and tire slower, whilst her bones are far less likely to break under most circumstances.

Previous Careers
Caitlyn worked with the USA's FBI for longer than most of the people she's worked with have been in the Security Force. She knows the rules and she knows them well; although the country has changed, people haven't. Before her time in the intelligence services she worked, rather oddly, as a mechanic, which laid the groundwork for the mechanical knowledge she now uses for her cybernetics work.

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Biography
Caitlyn's early life was not an easy one. Born in the slums of the East Coast Sprawl, a megacity that stretched from New York to Washington DC, she grew up in a smoggy rat maze of poverty and crime. Her father worked as a car mechanic, although in the slums he was often more of a car scrapper, whilst her mother made money through odd jobs- maidwork here, food delivery there, and even a few times unsteady office work in call centres or as a secretary. When she was a child, Caitlyn often suffered from severe asthma attacks thanks to the air pollution, and with parents too poor to be able to afford inhalers and medicine she would have to suffer through these, sipping in air and desperately trying not to succumb to panic.

The family's poor fortunes took an unexpected change however when her father's vocation adjusted slightly. Rather than breaking down parts, he was approached by one of the sprawl's many gangs who thought his skills could be useful to them; chop shopping and frankenstining damaged cars together. Although not the most ethical way of making money it certainly managed to pay the bills, and when Caitlyn was old enough, put some spending money in her pockets too. When she was seventeen however, things changed, two well-dressed gentlemen approaching her and informing her that they knew of her father's secrets, and unless she became an informant they'd come down on her father like a sledgehammer.

Reluctantly, she was inducted into the FBI as little more than a humble snitch. Terrified that her secret would be discovered or that she'd fail and her father would be imprisoned, she walked a thin line with surprising grace, until, two years later, the operation came to an end and she was offered a choice- enter witness protection, or become an FBI enforcer. Tired of being powerless, she chose the second option, 'imprisoned' as part of the sting's ending and being taken to a Bureau training facility where she learnt the rules of this new world.

As an active agent, Caitlyn was on the frontlines of raids across the sprawl, and the threats to her life were numerous. Eventually, one caught up to her. A breach gone wrong resulted in both of her legs being blown off, the tatters of her thighs so bad that they had to be amputated in order to allow for her implants to be put in. Whilst she recovered she took the time to apply her previous mechanical knowledge to this new part of her biology, studying for a degree in Cybernetic Engineering at FBI educational instutitions. Returning to active duty and undercover work would see Caitlyn turning to alcohol as a way of self-medicating the numerous psychological problems she had picked up thanks to her work. After one undercover operation went bad and her cover was blown, she returned to the agency's fold with a new individual- another criminal-turned agent who she would fall into a relationship with.

Slowly climbing through the ranks (and seeing her boyfriend dispatched to a decades long undercover operation) she would emerge at age 35 significantly changed woman. Proper therapy and medication had seen her leave behind alcohol to deal with her problems, and she had gone from a field agent into a departmental director, responsible for the administrative overview of cybernetic crime units across the sprawl. Here she remained for six years, until in 2030 she was reccomended to be sent abroad to Japan, where the NSF had been offered a small number of veteran agents. Although having technically received a fairly major demotion her pay hasn't seen an equivalent cut, leaving her in an odd position of frustrated at the xenophobic NSF structure whilst also content that her skills are still being used.

Affiliations
Most of Caitlyn's old friends have been left behind in America, and her mother and father have been dead for more than twenty years.

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Relationships [Optional]
This is how they view other characters throughout the story. This could be updated as major changes in their connections and view of one another is expanded upon. Most changes can be listed from experiences out of combat, but some can occur from within their combat positioning out in the field. This can cover rivals, those they hate, romantic interests, friends, or simply acquaintances and work-colleagues if you want.

Character Theme [Optional]

@Lady Selune

Gonna be accepting thiiiis

NEOTOKYO - Shadow Conflict [Open!]

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Takai Shunsen

	Takai Shunsen 'Taki' 5'9" ~~~ 91kg ~~~ 30 Years ~~~ Heterosexual ~~~ Birthplace: Itoman, Okinawa - Japanese January, 2001 ~~~ Callsign: 'North 5-2'

Profile

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Appearance

Takai Shunsen - once a meagre figure amongst his affiliates, the last three months have given him time to work on his physicality. Rigorous physiotherapy has given him a bit of bulk, more so than his previous stature pre-casualty, and he stands at an above-average height for his nationality: 5'9. Before, the long ruffled hair of the man seemed to give him the merit of reservation. He sports a much shorter hairstyle in line with Iwata Honomi's old colouring and style. His facial hair, though longer, is a lot more pristine in its presentation. To say Takai had tidied himself up would be an understatement, and it all came as part of a psychological package of 'self-care for sanity'. With that, the core features of his appearance remain the same. Green eyes, thin lips, same height; he still has relics of what he was before. Except for two specific areas - the right leg and the left forearm. Both are now replaced, fitted with something a lot less natural. At the cost of these replacements, his damaged muscle augmentations have been completely removed to reduce the threat of internal injury.

As for his attire, things are more or less the same as they were before. On duty, he's still capable of equipping the PHUD, or Personal Heads Up Display, as he had done before with the little braces in his temples. Though it's a middle-ground between a helmet's HUD and a fully engraved eye-implant, it grants that extra diversity between usefulness and preservation of natural looks. On a more common note, Takai still wears traditional NSF outfitting. He still wears operational gear, though his field-services are mostly levelled at investigation work, in which he can shift to a more sharp-casual look. On-base, he's usually seen with the usual in-house clothing, be it shirts and combats, with boots being the go-to footwear. Off duty, he still retains a slightly broken down fashion sense, a remnant of what he wants to fix.

Personality

Old habits die hard. And, additionally, they refuse to lay to rest when radicalised by trauma or discouragement. Takai is still determined to see his tasks through. Letting someone get away is a failure unless instructed otherwise. It creates a miserable aura around him, and worse still it grants horrific opportunities for them to strike back. In a nation, and city, where violence is the true form of changemaking, Takai has felt a burning desire to not let the target get on favourable grounds. The same habit had nearly cost him his own life.

Personally, he's become a mixed bag. A strict aura of professionalism is present around most people. Its a coping mechanism, some might say, to make up for his failures months prior. It also matches his tidier appearance. When it comes to discussing his limbs, he prefers to keep it silent and hates settling for much more. At times, where it may prove difficult for him to perform a specific dexterous task, he tries to make it discrete and is quick to turn attention elsewhere. Equally, his personal prowess has given him a slight extended trust from past superiors, and has also hidden away his actual self. Those who get close to him can pry out that kinder soul previously considerate of others. His trauma is still a fresh memory. The more favourable compatriot hasn't been fully lost, it just needs the kick back into gear. Other than that, he can be calculated and patient when required - to some that's all they need from him.

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Role

Investigative Combat Specialist - NSF

Previous Employment

Kyoto Police - Honshu Special Investigation Agency (H.S.I.A)

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Biography

Okinawa, the smallest of the five main Japanese islands, was the birthplace for young Takai; he was brought up within a reserved family, who made up a strict and disciplined collective. His bloodline reached held prominence during the imperial age of Japan's history, and as such it still retains some of its core values. Excellence, prosperity and wisdom are all achieved through service to the greater picture: home. National value was intrinsic, and pride in their bloodline was hammered in from a young age. His school life reflected this, where he was pushed to achieve only his best and nothing less at the cost of comfort and peace. Every week, he and his family would listen to stories told by Takai's own Grandfather and Great Grandfather, one speaking of their time within the Imperial Japanese Air Force. The other spoke of his time in the army during the Second World War. Both coming from officerhood, it seemed rather miraculous that both had survived, holding the contradictory belief of living to fight another day if the next day needed them more. Saipan, Okinawa and the Battle of Midway were commonly mentioned throughout their tales. Some of it may have been embellished, but it gave for a quiet and exciting childhood hobby.

Takai hadn't questioned their legitimacy at all, though it gave him the right to consolidate their perspectives as he aged. The thirst for knowledge drove him to perform well throughout his education, where he took enjoyment out of physics and mathematics. Fully, he loved deducing things. It was like a mini adventure, a walk in the footsteps of great geniuses until they changed everything in a precise prediction. Life continued quietly. The fascination gave him a quiet and lonesome childhood in which he occupied his time with reading and problem-solving. It was a faint reality that the love he held for finding answers led him on an absolute path. The fog covering that path was then brushed away in 2012 when the bomb fell.

The day was one of fear. The alarms all across Japan. The sirens and the calls to not panic. Thousands questioned what had happened, and then the sound of Tokyo's evaporation emerged as a thunderous clap in the sky. The emotional torment, the anger, the news coverage - all contributed to a new burning legacy. The dangerous path. His family, adamant to not see their nation torn apart by foreign powers, turned to fury. Takai's siblings were convinced into enlisting for military service. However, Takai himself was hesitant towards it. Whilst he was still young at the time, he wanted to uphold those values in a different manner. Through weeks of conversation, trying to convince them, they eventually settled on his ideas to join the emergency services - the police. And, with it settled, he glided through the rest of his years with above-average results until he was ready to leave and apply for the job.

He travelled to Kyoto and went through the motions of becoming an officer of the law. They were dire times, and with the expansion of a newer, brighter Tokyo on the horizon, Takai made it clear that he wanted to start in a favourable position. Life in Kyoto wasn't as bad as it could've been. The rise of technology gave run-ins with junkies and a few smugglers of electronic goods, but there wasn't too much in the way of chaos. Murders, gangs and the faintest trails of neocults and accelerationist groups slowly emerged, giving him a good three years of experience. On that third year, he garnered a reputation of stepping slightly out of his responsibilities, looking into a few criminal cases and making conclusions for formal reports. Failing to meet eye to eye with several of his officers, many of his working partners thought of joining a recently acclaimed Military Unit formed within the JSDF. Article 9 had been abolished, and out came the new wave of military interest surging throughout the nation. Many individuals were hopeful of the newfound rise to power the nation was suspected to go through, and yet Takai was adamant not to join up.

Instead, as the numbers in his policing precinct began to shrink, the overload of work began to bury Takai, ruining his social life once more and restricting him to long nights away from home. A previous lover of his, long term at the time, left his side due to the recent absurdity of his work hours, finding him to be only loyal to that of his duty.

Whilst not encouraged, it was praised long enough for a new organisation to pick up his trail. A combat investigation unit took his name to their registers: The Honshu Special Investigation Agency - or HSIA - was a governmental directed organisation based across Japan. Centralised into the newly erected NeoTokyo, the agency was spearheaded in combatting rising civil unrest amidst the expansion of the metropolis and the hard-to-ignore nationalistic outcry. At the time, under Prime Minister Abe Yoshihito, the weakness in the cabinet left them to fester wildly. Takai was given light augmentations to better suit his role. Thus, the headmounts for the PHUD were set in place.

His assignments were dusty, taking him across many of the city's darker corners. Human trafficking, early cultists and a violent gang war took him from strip-clubs to casino strips, workshops and the all-fearful exclusion zone. Particularly, the last location housed activity most unwelcomed. A congregation of Korean exiles, with undying wishes to Tae Jeong-Mun's legacy, were operating in the largely empty zones previously eviscerated by their icon's fire. This was the first taste of Takai's intense, and extensive, combat experience. Fifteen minutes of combat, just on the fringes of radioactive pockets, created a dire and deadly confrontation.

Shortly after, however, NeoTokyo and all of Japan was flipped on its heels. From within the JSDF, an expansive special operations group known as the Jinrai broke free of its command and attempted to coup out the newly elected Prime Minister, Konno Mashai. Though it failed, what followed were several days' worth of panic. The HSIA were in preparation to make moves into the situation but were held off by their commanders. At the end of the 5th day, all members of the HSIA were granted transfer to a newly formed National Security Force - the NSF.

Life in the NSF was a lot more rigorous. Takai underwent specialist training, was enlisted into a combat team and then registered as an investigations specialist. This was in 2029, at the outbreak of this shadow conflict. Back then, it wasn't much of a war. Many within the NSF considered it underground policing, and nothing more. At the time of his arrival, as one of the NSF's founding lower staff members, he was introduced to Iwata Honomi, who took him under her wing as a mentor figure, and a friend. Later on, a foreign recommendation from Iwata brought Kaz into the ranks, and the two began a lite friendship over the years. This all continued relatively peacefully, with dead-ended investigations and only the occasional combat raid taking place until mid-2030, where the Jinrai had finished reorganising itself. Their strikes were harsh and their operations on the weapons market grew exponentially. Takai found himself under a lot of pressure keeping up with the world around him. Its ever shifting dive into violence and chaos was a lot to adjust to, but he tried to maintain a smile on his face, even when Iwata dropped out after an Op gone wrong.

2031, August 29th. Iwata's monitoring after her discharge opened up an investigation when her name was crossed in Jinrai communications. In the lead up to another raid, Takai Shunsen was tasked with shaking down her household whilst she was due to leave her home. Kaz joined him, but the mission went downward soon after. Double-crossed by the ones who'd fed them intel, Iwata returned home with Jinrai personnel. A skirmish ensued and whilst in pursuit of Iwata, Takai injured her and cornered her in another building. Unaware of what she was doing, he faced retribution as she detonated an explosive, tearing up the building and critically wounding Takai as she perished.

He was uncovered with a missing forearm and leg, rushed to medical and was stabilised. Nine days later, he woke up under the administration of Doctor Miho Enri. What came next was a rushed rehabilitation programme. Three months of gruelling work, starting with cybernetic replacement, aimed to get him used to the replacements before the sensation of the lack thereof got there first. Physiotherapy constantly, self-care treatment and hours of calibration forced him back into a working manner at the cost of his personality and mental wellbeing. With November rolling around, it was soon time for him to return to service as a new man, with a new look, body and mental state.

Equipment

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Field and On-Duty

• Combat Unit of the NSF
• Personal Heads Up Display, tailored to his face mounts.
• HRV ZR68C NSF Carbine
• H&K Mk. 24
• SUPA 8 - Breacher Shotgun

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Theme

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