philp123

Project Freelancer

I thought that it might be a smart idea. :)

Project Freelancer

‘Well, it’s just my luck to meet the awkward one of our group’ he thinks to himself. He tries to be as courteous as he possibly can be but he knows that he’s not going to get any more out of agent California tonight.

“It’s alright, you’ve probably been focusing more on yourself than the competition, but anyway you’ve already eaten by the looks of things and I’m starving so I’ll catch you around. Look for the black and red armour, you’ll see me.”

Iowa notices the others are heading this way and decides it would be best to wait, after all he didn’t want to intrude on their conversation. He grabbed some grub and sat on a table with his data pad, he his body language open in case they would want to sit down near him, whilst he waited he turned on his data pad to watch the rest of the Griff-ball match he had missed, after all it was his favourite sport.

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Iowa was pleased that he had passed the first stage. Once he had assembled his battle rifle he heard his name being called. He entered the ‘arena’ and announced his presence; “Agent Iowa present and ready” with that the test began, the obstacle course was harder than he had expected but He managed it in an above average time. He moved to shooting range grabbing the battle rifle. He had obviously had a good day when the voice told him he had reached 75% accuracy. The next test called was hand to hand combat, He was one of the lucky ones that I could spa against some simulations. He managed a fantastic 87% pass He was extremely pleased with himself after that.

It had been some time since Iowa had been in a high end simulation like this one but he was it was soon going to end.
“Agent Iowa Round three is based on your specialty which for you is medical work. You will be given a wounded soldier your objective is to eliminate the enemies and keep your patient from bleeding out whilst under heavy fire, Good hunting agent.”

After F.I.L.I.S had stopped speaking the room came to life again. Blocks rose from the ground to make High and low cover. He moved over to the patient and the simulation started. He immediately popped up his field projector and moved his patient to heavy cover. He looked up and spotted the turrets on either side Iowa knew the moment he popped up he would get ploughed down. He knew that he had to create a distraction.

He could guess that the turrets are heat seeking so he grabbed his ‘EVAC’ flare and threw it in furthest corner of the room. Whilst the turrets were distracted he used his DMR and took out two of the three turrets. Time was counting down until his patient bled out, he knew he couldn't leave him, which would be an instant mission failure. All of a sudden his wrist beeped with a message: ‘Cleared for equipment usage’ He threw down his field and ran knowing that it would protect the patient from incoming fire. He moved from cover to cover and found the last turret. His wrist buzzed and read a message: 'armor energy now at 10%'. He didn't have time for this. He waited in cover to calibrate his armor, he was now without a HUD and a motion tracker. Iowa had to move fast now he was sure that he only had a couple more seconds until his patient bled out, he was pretty sure that the patient wasn't just a dummy. He popped around his cover and emptied his mag the turret was down but he had taken a few hits, thank good they were just rubber. Once it was disabled the room changed back to normal. and the so called 'Dummy' was dragged off by staff. All of a sudden F.I.L.S.S came back on the speaker.
“Thank you Agent Iowa on that round you ranked in at a percentage of 65% efficiency Congratulations that is your best score to date. You may proceed back into return to your fellow combatants.”

"Bull shit No way my equipment drained that much energy" He muttered to him self walking back to the room where he had been waiting

During the waiting time Iowa was studying the agents. They were certainly an odd bunch. He moved to his locker and took off his Armour revealing his buzz cut blonde hair and crystal blue eyes and then moved to the canteen, he thought he was on his own until he caught someone at the door of the canteen. He approached her, he knew the chances of her being in his group were minimal but he might as well take it, he introduced himself “Hello, I could be mistaken but I believe you were in my group,” I extended my hand “My name is Agent Iowa and if I'm correct You’re Agent California.”

Project Freelancer

Right then I'll get to it.

[Edit: Sorry it's short i had to skip loads out as it is 00:20 where i live i can do some editing tomorrow if need be but I'm just too tired tonight.]

Project Freelancer

Should I join in at the locker room and skip the bits I missed out?

Project Freelancer

Agent Iwoa

Agent File
Codename: Agent Iowa
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Height: 216.4
Weight: 67 kg
Speciality: Combat medic
Amour Enhancement: Regeneration field, allows the user to create a field in which blocks rounds and heals soldiers contained within.
Advanced Enhancement: N/A
A.I: Tau
Personality Assessment:
Iowa is an essential tool in any operation, his skills as a medic allow him to stabilise and heal team members, his skills are useful anywhere.His best weapon is his knife,although he can use his rifle well. As a medic he gets close to his squad as he can as he feels he needs to know if someone is feeling out, he feels that it is his responsibility to look after his squad. This becomes a problem as he puts his squad before himself. This comes from an incident when he was on patrol with the UNSC he was ambushed by terrorists and forced to watch his squad killed before him. In conclusion he is a good character, but he cares too much about about his squad.

Project Freelancer

I understand this may be a bit late, but Is there a space left for me?

Heroes: The Silence

I'm game, count me in.

The Order of The Rose (OC-SciFi/Fantasy RP)

I like the sound of this, count me in.

The Protectors

@ strum, Brown bear could I join in on your scenario?