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5 yrs ago
Current Space: The final frontier. The womb: The first frontier. Somewhere between those two: the ocean.
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5 yrs ago
Lost? Confused? Lacking direction? Need to find a purpose in your life?
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Might write up a type of blood demon that is inspired by/very close to vampires. Make a Vampire cop.
“I’ve had more than enough time in, so called, perv dungeons.” Charles said. He considered which mission to take. Infiltration was definitely more up his alley, skills wise. It just wasn’t what he wanted to do. Besides, it felt like the roster for the rescue was filling up. “I wanted an excuse to refresh my combat diver training. What better excuse than putting C4 on the outer hull of the enemy ships.” He considered the possible counter measures they would face and the logistical difficulties of a long swim. “Or, I have been itching for HALO drop. Straight onto the deck.”

He paused. His mind running thousand miles a second. He always got excited when presented with a military problem. Reminded him of the old days. “I’ll sign on for the fleet. Will need more information to put together a proper plan.”
Charles listen to the reveal. He had seen plenty of weird Noble Arms, but a sentient autonomous one had always been the realm of fantasy. Now it was revealed there wasn’t one, but two. Wild.
Interesting.
Charles hadn’t fought a sentient Noble Arm before. Most of the anti-Arms training he received was about breaking the human wielding the Noble Arm. After all, a magic weapon was strong, but a human, a human is weak. Humanity had exploitable weaknesses. Now they pitted against an enemy that wasn’t human at all. Truely a unique challenge.
It didn’t help that this False Turing was fanatical enough to be fine with ending itself to achieve its goals. Fanatics were dangerous.
At least their boss was fighting for their own survival. That meant they would pay well. It meant they would provide good support because to them, failure isn’t an option.
“Hang on.”
Charles started.
“If you are a Noble Arm, that can grow a Noble Arm, and eat Noble Arms to gain their powers…”
He paused he went over the math in his head.
“What is stoping you from growing a noble arm. Eating that Noble Arm to free up the spot so you can grow another one. Rinse and repeat.”

“Infinite Noble Arm. So why do you need our help?”

Interesting. May have a couple of ideas already.
An early morning workout kept Charles in shape. Up at 4am for a jog around the campus before it got too busy. The jog wasn’t meant to be his full workout but rather a warm up. Something to get him limbered up and heart rate up for the day. So after a quick 20 minute jog, he went to the gym on base. He then spent the next 40 minutes working out. Mainly body weight exercises like push ups, sit ups, pull ups and squats. He preferred to train for sheer volume early in the morning as opposed to lifting heavy weights. That’s not to say he doesn’t train with weights, but normally does it three times a week in the afternoon in addition to the morning training.
All in all, Charles Mallette was showered and back in his room by 5:10am. So he was dressed and ready to go at 5:20 when Myron Makraig knocked on his door to gather the members of Task Force Obsidian.

Charles was out the door in trousers and a button down. As a private contractor he didn’t do uniforms anymore.
Listening to a couple of the others chat while they walked. An American and an Englishman by the accents. He sifted through his mind of the personnel files of the other members. He made it a habit to remain up to date on information. So after a bit of research when they arrived he at least knew names and organisations of the other members. So American and Englishman were Griffin and Rangel. “We are at war. I assume we are getting a new mission.”
I don’t think forcing people to play two characters is a good idea. Especially for an RP in Free Roleplay section. It’s more for a casual Roleplay.
It’ll spread people to thin and lead to burn out.
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A black armoured limousine came roaring across the battlefield. The car having come from the main garage of the bulldozer weaved between fire and rubble. This that had read any briefing in depth would recognise the car as one of the Prime Minister’s personal transports.
It came to a screeching halt between the Prime Minister and the bulk of the ASEAN forces. Skirting around the overturned scout car, the back door popped open. Inside, sitting on the seat was a white haired man in a suit. “Mister Prime Minister.” The man said. It was Charles. The former Acrion Division operative had spent a few months inserting himself into the Campodian workforce. Now he was the Prime Minister’s driver. Had been for a few weeks.
“Get in.” Charles yelled over the chaos, “I’m gonna drive you out of here.”

In a panic, and without much time to think of anything else, Prime Minister H.S. Got in the back of the limo. Sure getting a lift in an armoured limousine would be safer than running on foot?
Once the Prime Minister was inside the car, the swung shut and was electronically locked by a button next to the steering wheel.
Once the door was locked, Charle’s facial expression changed. It was over. He wasn’t the mild mannered driver anymore. “Prime Minster.” He said in a deeper, more serious voice. “ASEAN have asked I place you under arrest.”

While the Prime Minister struggled in vain to open the magnetically sealed doors of the limousine, Charles radioed ASEAN that he had the Prime Minister in custody. He described the vehicle to them so they wouldn’t open fire on him as he drove towards the bulk of the force to turn the Minister in.
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