Every Man for Himself (Literate Assassin Roleplay O/A)

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Welcome

Welcome to my roleplay everyone. This is the second time I've tried an assassin roleplay and the first one was kind of successful. But Im redoing the entire concept and Im ready to do this! So help me out people! Make this roleplay fun!

Backstory:
The city is called Injustice City. To the citizens at least, the actual name is Imperial City. It is located on a new US Territory in the country of Paradise. The Country used to be a little known Communist Dictatorship controlled island. That is until the United States decided to intervene. The Department of Defense sent in troops to liberate the island. Particularly the United States Army Special Forces. Or Green Berets. The Forces had made a quick liberation. The Island Regular Army had been quickly disposed of and the Dictator was captured, interrogated. And the Army had killed him. Therefore liberating the island. Then they sent in a Diplomat to induce Democracy. Now it is a US Territory. It has been a fairly rural city until the large sums of money from all the gangsters, pirates, and Mafia men came into the city and turned it into a rich and well off lawless city. The small rural town soon became a large metropolis of criminal activity and murder. The Law Enforcement there is on a payroll from all of the criminals though. So some people have connections in the law enforcement community and can get a case against them destroyed in an "accident". This roleplay is about the assassins of the city receiving a job to kill each other. It is an adrenaline rush, highly trained assassins fighting each other for side jobs, and as their main job.

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Rules and Regulations

1. No cybering. Seriously.
2. No godmodding. No Assassin can kill another with one round. It would end the RP too fast. These are highly trained assassins, they will try to survive and the fight will go on for a long time. Not 2 seconds.
3. Assassins may work together, As long as there's no backstabbing involved. Well maybe. Ask the other about it before you do anything.
4. Though this isn't a romance roleplay I guess romance and crap is allowed. Doesn't matter to me. Just don't go overboard.
5. If you join please post often. Don't just wait until something good happens. If you don't post within 3 days of joining or 4 days within your last post without warning you will be removed.
6. Remember, these are assassins not Military Personnel. They can't get ahold of the Military grade weapons like the Browning M2. Seriously. There's no need for a fifty caliber machine gun. Snipers are okay though. Sometimes an assassin needs to kill an engine block.
7. Please send me all profiles titled "Assassin" and put an emote, doesn't matter which before your profile so I know you read my rules.

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[size=9][color=darkblue]Gaia Name:
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Character's Secondary Weapons: (CQC Weapons, Explosives)
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Character's Theme Song:
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Character's Picture: (Real Life or Anime doesn't matter)[/color][/size]

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Accepted Profiles

1. "The Afghan Butcher"
Gaia Name: Sasokata
Character's Name: Ex: Sergeant First Class Jason Conner
Character's Nickname(s): The Red Mist, The Afghan Butcher, The Silent Death
Character's Primary Weapons: (Guns, Only 2)
+ US Army Issue M24A2 Sniper Weapon System with an NVS, Bipod, and lightened trigger pull
+ Barrett M82A1 Anti-Material Sniper Rifle with a padded stock, NVS, and bipod.
+Colt Defense M16A3 Assault Rifle with a suppressor and EOtech 552 Holographic Sight
Character's Secondary Weapons: (CQC Weapons, Explosives)
+ Gerber LHR Combat Knife
+ Battered Ka-Bar Combat Knife
+ x3 M67A1 Fragmentation Grenades
Character's Theme Song: Red Fraction-- Mell
Character's Likes:
+ Death
+ Suffering
+ Blood
+ Patience
Character's Dislikes:
+ Firefights
+ Tanks
+ Counter-Snipers
Character's Biography: Jason was a normal kid growing up, like any other kid lighting fireworks, having fun with them, You know how it goes. But when he went to Middle School he became a different person, He had defected from his parents and was continually going to school while camping in the forest about a mile away from his home. He was a loner really. Nobody cared for him besides his parents whom he despised. When he went to High School he was still living in the camp, surviving off of what lived in the forest. He got into several fights and won each one. He had learned to fight unfair to win. He learned to kill. He loved it. The rush of it all. When he graduated High School he went to the US Army and signed his papers then left for Basic Training. He passed it with high marks, due to his several years of surviving in the forest. When he graduated he decided to become a Sniper as his MOS. He was an excellent marksman and scored a hit on each target with the M16 the Army gave him to train with. He passed through Sniper School quite easily and became a Sniper. After several years of going to Afghanistan and Iraq he had killed several people with no remorse. And when he felt like going infantry, against orders he would charge in with an M16 Rifle and disarm the men then take them into a dark area then slice them up like he was a butcher. Earning him the nickname the Afghan Butcher. After 2 years of doing that and being Promoted several times he was eventually Dishonorably discharged for War Crimes but he skipped out on being arrested by the MPs and killed whomever tried to take him in. He now survives in the US Territory in Imperial City as an assassin for hire. He's the best in the city some people have said, He's invincible, He's terrible. He has no remorse, he's the Angel of Death himself. Also what people have said. He is a lonesome person and has nobody close to him. He never planned on it. He has his beliefs and in his opinion having someone close is a weakness. The targets can find out who he is and use that weakness to exploit him. He prefers to be alone. In the States he has a fairly large bounty and on the FBI's Top 10 Most Wanted as number 3. His bounty is around 3 Million Dollars for Capturing him alive, and 2.3 Million for a corpse. Nobody has tried to track him down purely because he lives under the radar, He takes everything in cash and never keeps friends around for too long.
Character's Picture:
Sergeant First Class Jason Conner


2. "Shadow Striker 03"
Gaia Name: Infernal Steel
Character's Name: Previously known as Nelson Taylor
Character's Nickname(s): Shadow Striker 03 - The Grim Sniper
Character's Primary Weapons:
+ Night Eye SS2K SB Sniper Rifle
+ Wood Pecker SS2K CQC Bullpup SMG
Character's Secondary Weapons:
+ Prototype Plasma Katana
+ Conventional Lemon Grenades x3
+ Medical Equipment
Character's Theme Song: A Descent - Born of Osiris
Character's Likes:
+ Small Animals
+ Smoking
+ Free Running
+ Brick Breaker
Character's Dislikes:
+ Orders
+ Orders to kill innocents
+ Shadow Strikers 01 and 02
Character's Biography: Nelson Taylor, now known as Shadow Striker 03, was trained by a technologically advanced Mafia once captured. The Mafia wiped his memories, his skills, and his information away, planning to teach the man what they wanted him to know best, combat. Along with SS01 and SS02, they implanted a small info chip into their internal optic lobe inside their brain containing a very intellectual A.I. known as S.A.R.A. (Status Analyzer Rational Assessment). The A.I.'s were completely compatible with their hosts, learning from them as they manifested. Each SS was categorized with a different specialty. SS01 with Frontline leadership skills, Skin crystallization (For resistance to damage) and explosive resistant armor. SS02 with amazing intellectual properties, able to hack terminals and create different designs to associate with his current situation. And SS03, capable of long range combat, intense patience, stealth missions of high threat, and intel flow to allies. Each SS has their own mission, where SS03's mission is to assassinate a high priority target, a rival Mafia boss. Until his target is sighted, he is to standby and assassinate any targets the Mafia assigns to him. When not in combat, he looks as any other civilian would, but his armor can quickly be accessed during any situation.
Character's Picture:
Shadow Striker 03
Nelson Taylor



3. "The Mother of Cruelty"
Gaia Name: Sasokata (Unless anyone else wants her)
Character's Name: Alyssa Daniels (Formerly Vladimir)
Character's Nickname(s): "Lady of Suffering", "The Mother of Cruelty"
Character's Primary Weapons: (Guns, Only 2)
+ Kalashnikov AKM-74 Assault Rifle (5.45x39mm)
+ Dragunov SVDS Sniper Rifle w/ PSO-1 Scope and a Suppressor (7.62x54mmR)
+ Soviet Tokarev TT-33 Sidearm (7.62x25mm Tokarev)
+ Kalashnikov AKS-74u Carbine (5.45x39mm)
Character's Secondary Weapons: (CQC Weapons, Explosives)
+ Spetsnaz Issue Ballistic Knife
+ Israeli M-15 Gas Mask
+ x4 Nerve Gas Grenades
Character's Theme Song: None yet. Trying to think of one
Character's Likes:
+ Struggle
+ Complex Targets
+ The Spetsnaz
+ The Motherland (Soviet Russia)
Character's Dislikes:
+ Capitalists (United States)
+ Counter-Snipers
+ Her Ex Husband
Character's Biography: Alyssa Vladimir was born in Moscow, Russia into a family which firmly believed in the system of Communism. Marxism and Leninism in particular. Stalinism wasn't what they despised most. They were both Soldiers in the Soviet Armed forces during World War II and were one of the many who invaded the Reichstag in Berlin, Nazi Germany. She was raised on Military ideals and went to school in her homeland. When she finished she joined the Russian Army as fast as she could, then she went further than her parents had dreamed of. She went Spetsnaz. She survived training and was deployed into Afghanistan during the initial Soviet Invasion. She killed several Mujadeen fighters much like the SFC of America did in Afghanistan. The man known as "The Afghan Butcher", She had heard about him when she was stateside doing work for the Russian Government. She hated the Americans, During the Cold War she was called a Commie and a b***h on a daily basis. It took all she had to keep from slaughtering every one like she did when an Afghan citizen complained about her. They weren't used to seeing a vicious woman soldier slaughter each one if they talked about her. in 1994 when Communism ended in the Motherland and the Soviet Union collapsed she immediately defected from the Russian Army due to the crackdown on War Crimes and headed towards Imperial City. When she arrived the city was in peace, no democracy, a dictatorship based on Communism. But when the US Army sent in troops to liberate the country she stayed in the home and used her false name, Alyssa Daniels. The name the KGB had given her when she went to America. The troops often left her alone, and when the US Government had liberated the Island and put democracy in action she stayed. When the Mafia and all of the Gangs, Pirates, etc invaded and took over she loved the lawlessness of the island. So she picked up her Dragunov and began working for the surviving members of the Soviet Spetsnaz on the island, picking up jobs wherever she could, using her sniper rifle to pick off targets, earning her money, buying new guns, etc.
Character's Picture:
Alyssa Daniels (I know it's perverted. Get over it)

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Sergeant First Class Jason Conner: "The Afghan Butcher"

H e a l t h
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A m m u n i t i o n
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C u r r e n t W e a p o n
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"...Being a killer isn't all bad..."



The man around 6' awoke to the ringing of the phone in his Large Apartment and grunted then answered. "What's the Job." He said plainly, No small talk with him. He hated it. The man on the other line spoke in a low tone with a laugh to it and explained him the job. In simple terms he was to kill a US Diplomat who was visiting the City in a few days. He knew just how to finish this job. The man sat up on his bed, wearing nothing but a pair of Boxers then stood up. He walked sluggishly across the large bedroom and opened the door revealing a large Apartment that could easily be a house. He grabbed his least used sniper rifle, His old Broken Dragunov SVD Rifle and grunted. "Now what the hell is wrong with you.." He said completely disassembling the weapon in mere seconds. There seemed to be nothing wrong with it. But he wouldn't care at this moment. He was busy thinking about his newest job. Kill a Diplomat, Ninety Thousand Dollars for a successful job. He smirked, he could buy more ammunition and guns for that damn much. He laughed, the Apartment was completely paid for and his for the rest of his life, due to a generous donation to the owner. Nine Hundred Thousand Dollars of his own money went to the man so he could have a home for the rest of his job. Nobody knew where he lived. Everyone knew him under the name Jack Thirteen. Nothing more and nothing less. He grabbed a pack of Marlboro 100 Reds and shook the pack until one emerged from the opening. He immediately grabbed the smoke with his lips and tossed the pack on the table. "0800 Hours. Might as well get dressed and get ready for this job." He said before walking into the bathroom and grabbing a pair of Dark Blue BDU pants and a simple black shirt. He then put on a Kevlar vest followed by an ACU jacket. The jacket was his from when he still served for the US Army. It had his units, His rank, and his name on them. Nobody could possibly figure out it was the Infamous Jason Conner. Hell nobody really cared in this town unless they were a lowlife drug dealer with a small pathetic gang. He laughed to himself and lit the cigarette with an ACU camouflaged Zippo Lighter then took a long drag, letting the smoke leave his lungs when he exhaled. He then grabbed a .40S&W Pistol that was sitting on the table next to the Stripped Dragunov and shoved it in a holster that was on his web belt. Reconnaissance time.



"...If you don't mind a little blood..."

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Captain Alyssa Vladimir "The Mother of Cruelty"

H e a l t h
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A m m u n i t i o n
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C u r r e n t W e a p o n
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"...Родина-мать бросила меня..."



Alyssa took a deep breath and held the steel folding stock of her Dragunov tight in her shoulder and pressed her eye against the PSO-1. She was looking for a target for the last three and a half hours and she finally saw him. A Russian Politician trying to force his Russian Democracy on the President of the Island. She hated the Russian Democracy far more than the States' and this man had a price on his head in the remaining Soviet States such as Vietnam and Cambodia. She had a contact, a man named Hugh Troung who lived in Saigon. Or Ho Chi Minh City now. "Ткните голову, что Вы уродливый сын сука" Translation, "Poke your ugly head out you son of a B*tch..". She spoke in a thick Russian accent, though she knew plenty of English, hell if she didn't she wouldn't be in America during the Cold War. She let out a breath and readjusted her sight on the target, calculating every possible variable in the situation. She held her breath as best she could, letting it escape in intervals of ten seconds each time for around a minute. She squeezed the trigger and the rifle let out a shockwave of noise, she hadn't bothered to put a suppressor on it at this time. She was far enough away to make his escorts go on a wild goose chase, She had put a wooden rifle in a building near her to fool the men. The Russian man's head exploded in a shower of blood and brains as his escorts pulled out AKs-74u Compact Assault Rifles, frantically looking for the shooter, as she watched the leader of the security pointed to her wooden rifle and she laughed as the men yelled on their radios and running in circles frantically looking to kill whoever had killed their beloved Russian Diplomat. She had taken pictures with her large lens on her camera to prove to Hugh that she had successfully killed the man. She relaxed and let her rifle come down to her side, the hot barrel resting against her Olive Green Chest Rig. Filled with AKM-74 Magazines, SVD Magazines, and Tokarev Magazines. She then pulled out a pack of Marlboro Light 100s and pulled one out and lit it with a Russian Lighter. "You deserve to die after what your doing.. Your destroying what's left of the honor of the Motherland." She said in a perfect American Accent. She took a drag of the cigarette and let the smoke exit her mouth as she she lifted the SVD into a large backpack case she had stored all weapons besides her Tokarev in. "Спецназ не тренировался мне так тяжело без причины" She said in Russian, Translating to, "The Spetsnaz didn't train me so hard for nothing." She laughed as she took another drag of her cigarette and grabbed the hot shell casing of the 7.62 round the Dragunov ejected. She pulled out a phone and called a number for the Vietnamese Army Command. "Hugh. Tôi cần phải nói chuyện với anh ta.Tôi loại bỏ mục tiêu và tôi cần tiền lương của tôi" She said in Vietnamese, roughly translating to "Where is Hugh. I need to speak to him. I eliminated the Target and I need my pay". She heard her answer and nodded. He was apparently already in her apartment with his Armed Escort. She laughed. She knew she should have locked her door.



"...The Motherland Abandoned me..."

[Infernal Steel]

Shadow Striker 03
Nelson Taylor

Pulse........ 40 BPM

Shields........ 100%

Psych........ Normal

Suit Condition........ Perfect

Stress Level........ Relaxed

Fuel........ 100%

Nelson Taylor, now known as Shadow Striker 03, was sitting in a small room on the third floor down from the top of a building. His SS2K sniper stock was lying on his shoulder, and he lay prone, looking out through the balcony's railing. At the moment, his target was a Russian Diplomat, wanted dead by the Mafia to prevent any changes in way of life. "Nelson, the Boss has new intel on your mission." S.A.R.A., the A.I. implanted into his brain, worked as a radio and a personal counselor. "What is it S.A.R.A.?" "It appears as there is another assassin working on your hit. It's strongly advised to take out the threat before the diplomat." Within that moment, he heard a gunshot, and saw what appeared to be Russian bodyguards closing down an area. "It appears that the assassin beat you to it, Nelson." "Yeah thanks, I know." He got up into a standing position, holstering his rifle on his back, and jumping out the window, igniting the jets on the soles of his boots to fly to the top of the building.

SS03 landed on the roof as his H.U.D. highlighted the body of the Diplomat and the bullet trail to another rooftop. Seeing a silhouette, he instantly ran off the side of the building and flew to the suspected assassin. As he made his way, apparently not giving a damn about subtelty, he saw it was a woman. His vision magnified to analyze the target's face, running their structure to any known alias' in any worldwide law enforcement databanks. "Target appears to be of Russian descent, name is..... Alyssa Daniels, according to the Spetsnaz. A.K.A. "Lady of Suffering" and "The Mother of Cruelty." Threat level........ High. Proceed with caution." Striker landed close to the woman and took out his SS2K Bullpup, aiming at her. "What's your affiliation, Alyssa Daniels?"

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Captain Alyssa Vladimir "The Mother of Cruelty"

H e a l t h
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A m m u n i t i o n
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C u r r e n t W e a p o n
███████████████▌▌ Dragunov SVDS Sniper Rifle (7.62x54mmR)


"...Родина-мать бросила меня..."



Alyssa looked behind her and looked down the barrel of a bullpup submachine gun and laughed. "Вы думаете, что меня пугают? Я был более винтовки указал на меня, чем вы можете себе представить." She said in her thick Russian accent. Translating to, "You think you scare me? I've had more rifles pointed at me than you can ever imagine.". She then pushed the rifle out of her face with her forearm. She wore her Spetsnaz Uniform proudly, her rank shown as Captain. She put her hand on her Tokarev and sighed. "Shadow Striker 3.. I've heard of you. You have a high price on your head you know that?" She said slowly reaching into her Uniform Trench coat for her AKS-74u. She quickly rolled to the side and pointed her rifle at the man. "Im just doing a job. Kill a High Valued Target for the People's Army of Vietnam. And other various Communist Countries." She said in a kneeling position with her rifle in her shoulder like a stone. It never moved and her target was always in her sights. She wasn't afraid of the Advanced Assassin. Hell she had fought Mujadeen fighters and slaughtered them. Those men didn't ask questions they just shot and killed. Unlike the newer Afghan Militia those guys aimed. She looked at the body of pure armor, looking for any weaknesses of his armor. There always was one. And she was highly aware of her surroundings. She let out a small laugh and screamed at the top of her lungs. "Запастись мои братья!" She had yelled in Russian. Translating to, "Arm Yourself my Brothers!" Soon after the rooftops around had filled with more men dressed in Soviet Russian Spetsnaz Uniforms armed with AK-74s, AK-47s, AKMs, PKM Machine Guns, and VSS Sniper Rifles. "If you kill me my men will shred you down until you are a speck of blood and guts. Now I'll ask you nicely. Leave me now and pursue another job. Nothing more. Leave and no harm shall come to you." She said reaching for a radio which was her way to speak to the Squad Leaders. Her entire group of Soldiers were all ex Soviet Airborne Troops and Spetsnaz Operatives she had served with during the Afghanistan Invasion. She did have a Stationary Mil Mi-24 Hind-D Attack/Transport Helicopter but she decided not to use it this time. It was on the transport ship which was floating in International Waters, unable to be caught by any law enforcement. "I think you know my affiliation. My men. The Soviet Russian Spetsnaz and Airborne Troopers." She said pointing around to the several men pointing rifles at the suit of armor. "Captain, We have you covered. Do you need the Mi-24?" One of the Spetsnaz Troops had said over the radio, She took her radio and pressed the talk button, she denied the request and put her gas mask on. Then pulled out a Nerve Gas Grenade and tossed it at the man's feet. Armor or not that Gas would seep in through any defects. She immediately jumped down a ladder on the side of the building and hit the ground hard, she ignored the sharp pain travel up her legs and up to her stomach and ran to a dark green truck loaded with Mercenaries. "Well Hugh funny seeing you here. I thought you were at my place." She said looking at the Vietnamese Soldiers armed with old Vietnam War Era XM16E1 rifles and AK-47 rifles. "Lady of Suffering. Alyssa Vladimir. Your pay for the successful kill of the Russian Diplomat. It has been left in your apartment." The man wearing glasses and with a thick Vietnamese-American accent had said to her. He wasn't armed with anything besides a Makarov pistol.



"...The Motherland Abandoned me..."

[Infernal Steel]

Shadow Striker 03
Nelson Taylor

Pulse........ 73 BPM

Shields........ 100%

Psych........ Slightly Nervous

Suit Condition........ Perfect

Stress Level........ Mild

Fuel........ 98%

SS03 stared down the woman through his glowing red visor, listening to her speech. "Translating........" S.A.R.A. was translating any foreign language recieved into a language he could understand. As she showed her uniform, clearly revealing her to be Spetsnaz, he smiled a little. "A challenge, this will be interesting." All the time he kept his gaze and gun aimed directly at Alyssa. When she yelled for her comrades, he felt the presence of many more soldiers around the surrounding buildings. "Soviet soldiers detected in the vicinity, threat level significantly higher than previously analyzed." "Yeah I got it." When addressing S.A.R.A., it wan't really talking, more like thought analyzing on her behalf, so conversations between the A.I. and Nelson were lightning quick.

Funny, an assassin hiding behind her fellow soldiers. He scoffed at the woman, then noticed an object being tossed from her. His reflexes were vastly greater than any normal assassin and he immediately dashed back, using his jets to quicken his motion. S.A.R.A. automatically switching the helmet's vision to thermal, she was barely seen jumping off the building. "Great, now what to do with these grunts." Holstering his Bullpup, he drew his plasma katana, stretching to a span of 3 feet of pure plasma, and spotting the nearest grunt. With one swift motion, he initiated his jets, rocketing to the man and slicing him in half, landing directly behind him just to get a few specks of blood upon his armor. As the soldiers unloaded on the armored assassin, his Triple S, or Short Span Shielding rippled with the bullets of the men. One by one, with supreme speed and accuracy, he cut down each grunt, one by one, until the roof was clear.

On the adjacent rooftops, suppressing fire rained down on his position, and he drew his SS2K sniper, digging into the small wall that was available for him. As he picked each one off one by one, he soon cleared the whole Soviet occupancy in the vicinity. "Searching for enemy pulse........ Clear. Good job, Nelson." "I didn't get the target, I could have done better." Striker jumped on top of the ledge and searched for the assassin, S.A.R.A. highlighting suspicious vehicles and passing them off as irrelevant. "Damn it! Where'd she go?" "I'm sure you'll see her again, Nelson, for now, HQ wants you to take another job. I advise you to rest and let your shields recharge before undergoing the task." "It'll recharge on the way, no use waiting now, someone could target him too before me."

Before he could make his way to the next target, he heard the sound of a LAW being fired. Instinctively, he flipped back, landing in the opposite direction to whoever shot the rocket. To his surprise, it was one of the two people he hated the most, Shadow Striker 01. "Well 3, you're bounty is too high to ignore anymore, prepare to die by my hand!!!"

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(( Is it okay if I periodically control SS01 and SS02? Just to make his story interesting? ))

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Captain Alyssa Vladimir "The Mother of Cruelty"

H e a l t h
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A m m u n i t i o n
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C u r r e n t W e a p o n
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"...Родина-мать бросила меня..."



Alyssa let out a breath and laughed. Her Comrades were dead. She could hear them over the radio, screaming for their legendary Captain to save them. She didn't care. Comrades or not she was a loner. She only used them when she knew she would be overwhelmed by the power of an enemy. It's nice to have insurance. "Hugh. What's the next job. Kill another Diplomat? I love those jobs. They pay well." She said with a laugh, letting her black hair fall past her shoulders. It was longer than most Soldiers' hair. Merely because it helped her blend in. "No actually Miss Vladimir. The job is to simply acquire a stolen disc from the Italian Mafia. They took it from us and it has the completed designs for the American Peacekeeper Inter-Continental Ballistic Missile. You are aware Vietnam is following in Iran's footsteps and developing a top secret Nuclear Weapons Program. The pay is Five Hundred Thousand Dollars for the perfect retrieval of the Disc. You can easily finish this job with minimal casualties. Though I'll warn you now, They don't like Russians. After all during World War II they don't like the Axis Powers." The Vietnamese man said as the men in the back of the truck talked in Vietnamese and smoked their Cigarettes. "Drop me off at the Docks where my boat is. You'll know it when you see it. It's an old Torpedo Patrol Boat. Complete with Soviet Union Navy markings. Still with the Original Torpedos." She said with a laugh as she crossed her arms, her Soviet Uniform Jacket like a cape. Buttoned at the top button but her arms not in the sleeves. She looked around as the truck sped down the road. It was an old Military Transport Truck from who the hell knows how long ago. She pulled out her radio and changed the channel to the Cargo Ship with the Hind-D inside and pressed the talk button. "Альфа отряд вниз. Перегруппировка и подготовительные Ми-24 для борьбы. Вы знаете, как оно идет, ракеты, пушки, тепловые убежища. Все работы. Этот парень делает дело и у меня такое ощущение, что он собирается отслеживать меня и пытаться забивать мне нравится Альфа Squad." She said calmly translating to, "Alpha Squad is Down. Regroup and prep the mi-24 for a fight. You know how it goes, Rockets, cannon, heat seekers. All the works. This guy means business and I have a feeling he's going to track me down and attempt to slaughter me like Alpha Squad.". As the man on the other end listened and started to yell to the men on the ship to prep the Hind. This b*****d was going down for killing her men. No question about it. If he knew what was best she'd leave her and her men alone. She looked back at the Vietnamese man and smiled. "Thanks Hugh. Someone else hired another assassin to kill your target. Shadow Striker 3. I got to him first but I have a feeling 1 and 2 are going to be coming after me. So Prep your Hind-A's and Arm them. Send them to the Cargo ship. And prepare for an all out war." She said to Hugh as the Vietnamese man nodded. He was going to help her. He always did. He was a good man. "Can I get a date afterwards?" He said with a laugh, he joked alot, something Alyssa rarely did. "Not a chance Troung." She said taking a cigarette from her pack and lighting it. The weather was nice, not too hot and not too cold. Just right. Then again she was used to Russia's winters and she could survive for months in that. She took a drag from the cigarette and exhaled the smoke as the truck came to an abrupt stop. The Gray boat was easily seen. It was bullet proof up to fifty caliber and the torpedos could take out a U-Boat if it had to. "Thanks Hugh. I owe ya one. Not a date. Never a date. Got it?" She said with a smile as she hopped off the side of the truck and sprinted to her boat which was around 15 feet away. She hopped the dock and landed on the bow of the ship. She then opened the door to the control room only to see her three close friends. Her only real friends. Fellow Commanders of the Russian Spetsnaz Unit during Afghanistan. "Mikhail get us to the Cargo ship. We're in a real shitstorm now. Shadow Striker 3 is after us." She told the man who was sitting in the Driver's seat of the boat. "Jess, Watch the radar and if anything pops up use as many 20mm Cannon rounds out of that cannon you can until that blip goes away." She ordered to the gunner of the boat. It was a large PT boat but it packed a ton of lead. "Move fast Mikhail. God knows he's right behind us at this very moment." She said with a sigh as she grabbed a Russian Beer that was sitting on the panel where the spedometer and gas gauge was located. She took a sip and swallowed it. "Still tastes like warm piss. Where's the Vodka." She said looking in the Alcohol Cabinet. "Sorry Captain. We ran out. When we were waiting for you to complete your mission we had a drinking game going on." One of the people in the boat said, it was their technical advisor, another Russian, but this one was new. He was an expert in technology but couldn't fight worth a damn.



"...The Motherland Abandoned me..."


OOC: Sure why the hell not

[Sasokata]

Sergeant First Class Jason Conner: "The Afghan Butcher"

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"...Being a killer isn't all bad..."



Jason sighed and walked outside of his apartment, putting the cigarette butt in a trash can next to the door in the hallway. He readjusted the backpack which had field stripped rifles and magazines inside it and looked around before he pressed a button on the elevator. He waited for a few seconds until the doors opened and then he walked inside. He then pressed the lobby button on it and waited for a few more seconds. "Good morning Miss Fawkes. How was your evening?" He said to an elderly lady who lived in the floor below him. Small talk was something he was good at. Though he preferred to keep friends away, he loved elderly people. They were always nice and always had stories of their lives and of past times to tell. "Well sorry we couldn't talk longer. I must go to work now. Have a good day. Don't go wild ya' hear?" He said with a subtle laugh as he exited the elevator and walked into the lobby.

After a few minutes of walking around the streets and taking taxis he finally arrived at the airport where his job was to be completed in two days. He flashed his Military ID, a fake one. He told the guards he was to be one of the men who was going to guard the Target and make sure nothing happened to him and he needed to scout the area. He laughed to himself when one of the Guards saluted him. He wasn't used to that. He was only a Sergeant First Class. Not a Lieutenant or General. "I'll be back here in a few hours. So just make sure nobody else enters the complex unless they have proper Military ID." He said hopping over the gate and walking to the airstrip the Target was supposed to exit from. He had a small window of time to get the target. As soon as the Target left the plane a Bulletproof car would be waiting for him. That gave him approximately a minute to shoot and kill the target. He needed his Barrett for this job. Little drop. Little wind difference. It was basically on target with the right adjustments. He laughed as he walked into a building that was abandoned. It was the perfect spot for a sniper. Nobody expects a sniper to be hiding in a burned storage building. Especially on the roof. He looked around the burned building and took his pack and placed it in a black box. It was the perfect hiding place. They would sweep the place with a fine toothed comb but they wouldn't expect a rifle inside a burned building. Especially when it was condemned. "Dumbasses." He said silently as he pulled out his .40 Caliber Pistol just incase anyone tried to screw with his setup.



"...If you don't mind a little blood..."

[Infernal Steel]

Shadow Striker 03
Nelson Taylor

Pulse........ 82 BPM

Shields........ 74%

Psych........ Angry

Suit Condition........ Perfect

Stress Level........ Elevated

Fuel........ 97%

Nelson's rage was overwhelming, and before he could say anything, 01 drew his knife that grew almost a foot of plasma and swung at him. He barely ducked, and his shield rippled at the plasma. "Got to be careful, the Triple S isn't protective against plasma." Drawing his katana, he made a back stepping slash at 01, and flipped over the edge of the building. "Switching to artificial gravity." His suit let off a short range artificial gravity field, propelling him towards the side of the building. "I really don't have time to fight 01, S.A.R.A., what are my options?" "It's highly advised you retreat temporarily, as you chase down Alyssa your shields shall recharge and you should calm down, I'm reading quickened heart rate and personality changes." "Alright, I'm getting out of here." SS03 jumped off the building and his A.G. field disappeared. his suit switched to flight mode, converting all the energy from his shields to fuel conservation, while simultaneously setting aside excess power to recharging shields. This left him without shields though, and he must he careful about getting attacked.

Nelson could hear the enraged shouts of SS01 due to his lack of flight and he made his way around the city, allowing S.A.R.A. to assess their surroundings. "Target spotted." His vision magnified to enable the sight of a boat in the citys waters. "She seems to be with a group of men........ All appear Vietnamese, about 147 meters away." "What business do the Vietnamese have in Imperial City? And I thought Alyssa was Russian, why's she with them?" "Alyssa preforms tasks for money, she has no permanent affiliation as far as I know, their boat's sporting 20mm's. Stealth field is strongly advised........ Stealth field not responding. I'll take a look into the cause." As she investigated the malfunction, Nelson dove low to the point he was barely skimming the water. "Malicious virus found in stealth field programming, high tech, watermark reveals the hacker as Shadow Striker 02." "Goddammit! He's going to pay for tampering with my equipment!"

Shadow Striker closed into the boat, waiting to dodge any incoming 20mm fire once he infiltrates their radar range. "Possibility of us being already in their radar range." "Then why don't they fire? Can't you analyze the boat's specs?" "There's a possibility of my presence being noticed, safer to stay on guard." He shook his head as he advanced towards the boat, holding his katana in his hand.

Sasokata

[Sasokata]

Captain Alyssa Vladimir "The Mother of Cruelty"

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"...Родина-мать бросила меня..."



Alyssa had been sitting in a chair drinking the cheap crap tasting beer as she watched the blue ocean pass as the boat sped off into the distance, the island getting smaller and smaller. She smirked and took one of her boat Pilot's smokes and laughed as she took her lighter and lit it. "I'll pay you back soon enough. The Nerve gas the Koreans gave us to test got onto my smokes. Had to throw them away." She said laughing as she took a drag. Her laugh quickly interrupted by her Navigator yelling. "What is it!?" She yelled over the man. The man looked at her and pointed behind the boat. "Там в быстро движущейся точкой на радаре. Слишком быстро, чтобы быть вертолета .. Это один из ваших отставших." ["There's a fast moving blip on the radar. Too fast to be a Helicopter.. It's one of your stragglers."] The man said as he pointed to their gunner who immediately crawled up into the 20mm Cannon operating computer seat. The Target was acquired. The optics were thermal night vision. Extremely helpful when they needed to kill another ship. "Fire at will. I'll get the PTRS. You have it right?" She asked the Navigator. The man nodded and pointed to the cargo hold. That was her armory. Guarded 24/7 by her men stationed on the boat. She grabbed the huge Anti Tank rifle and let the cigarette fall to the hard steel of the boat. She then stepped on it with her black Russian Combat Boots. "Persistent little s**t aren't you. Damn Capitalist." She said sighing as she climbed up a ladder that led to the 12.7mm KORD Machine Gun which was mounted on the boat. It was unloaded like always, but it did have that intimidation factor to it. She smirked and rested the large PTRS rifle on the steel and acquired her target. She waited for the suit of armor to land. She was itching to fight this man after what he had done to her fellow Soldiers.



"...The Motherland Abandoned me..."

[Infernal Steel]

Shadow Striker 03
Nelson Taylor

Pulse........ 71 BPM

Shields........ 00%

Psych........ On edge

Suit Condition........ Perfect

Stress Level........ Mild

Fuel........ 96.5%

Shadow Striker knew that a boat totting a 20mm means business. They must have either been expecting a big mother ********, or were paranoid. If one shot makes any sort of contact, his suit's going to be in major trouble. Helmet magnification instantly zoomed to a man hopping onto the 20mm and aiming it at SS03. "Cruise mode activated." His suit converted some energy back to his shields and some to fuel conservation, while at the same time, small flaps were unlocked to quicken turns and rolls. Sometimes called the Evasive mode, it depends on what your current situation is. In Nelson's case, it's Evasive.

"Now analyzing watercraft. 20mm cannon controlled by computer, attempting hack........" "No need, we aren't like 02. We're going head on." "Coming from a lightly armored stealth unit, that's different." He closed in, feeling a 20mm round rocket past him, actually throwing his flight pattern off slightly. He re calibrated and flew over the boat, out of range of both the cannon and the MG. "Switching to Normal mode." His suit switched back to the state before escaping 01 and it drained his fuel quicker, but brought his shields to full power. "Placing tracker, also advised to retreat. One hit from the 20mm or PTRS and you're done for. Shields cannot back up that much force, suit's too weak. If 01 was here, then-" "We're not asking 01 to help, he's not capable of flight, or any advanced movements other than running to ram things or break down walls, he's a tank. Tanks sink." "I was only suggesting the possibility." "Just fire the tracer." S.A.R.A. fired the tracer at the boat, latching onto the side of the boat, almost invisible in the dark. As it quietly stuck to the craft, Striker stopped and sped off into the other direction, switching to flight mode simultaneously. "We fight her later." "Good call, I'm proud of you." "Today just isn't my day."

Sasokata

[Sasokata]

Captain Alyssa Vladimir "The Mother of Cruelty"

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"...Родина-мать бросила меня..."



The Captain watched the man in an advanced suit plant something on the boat and sighed. "Tracker.. Of course.." She said sighing. She had the Hind prepped and ready for a fight. That monster of the skies could hold an entire platoon of men as well as hold air dominance but it was rarely used. The Soviet Spetsnaz had been well trained and could usually manage basic militaristic tasks such as collecting money, eliminating targets, etc. But this time she would need her elite troops. The ones she personally served with in Afghanistan. She was hardcore. She lived for death and suffering. "Organize 3rd Battalion. I need them now." She said in a dark voice. The men of 3rd Battalion were just as sadistic and cruel as herself. The men she had stormed every inch of her fields, Leaving no survivors. Burning everything they came across. Hell these men were feared even within the Red Army as well as the Spetsnaz. These men were around 10x harder than the Spetsnaz with the training and operational experience to boot. "Svenska.. Prepare 1st Platoon. Arm 2nd Platoon and keep 3rd Platoon on standby." She said over her radio. She grinned grimly and let out a maniacal laugh. Her comrades joined in, knowing the infamy of the 3rd Battalion. Those men were hers. Ex Spetsnaz Airborne Troopers. Shock Troopers in general. The Battalions codename was "Vengeance of the Motherland". She finished her cigarette and immediately took out another and lit it. She stopped laughing and held the heavy Anti-Tank Armor Piercing 12.7x108mm Fifty Caliber Sniper in her shoulder and released the pressure when the suit passed over. She sighed and cracked her knuckles. When the hell is this p***y going to fight me like a man. Instead of hiding behind an advanced suit. She thought to herself as she looked around the boat, watching the waves pass by. "Hey, Dock the boat at an island around here. Do a thorough search of the exterior of the ship. Anything that's out of the ordinary, shoot it, stomp it, burn it, anything to destroy whatever it is." She said to the crew of the Torpedo Patrol Boat. She sighed and looked around once again. "Get the local Navy to assist. The reach of the Red Army is longer than you may think. Hell we still have sleeper cells in America. If the Nazi's can keep their men alive in the States so can we." She ordered as she climbed back down into the interior of the Boat. She let her hair fall down past her shoulders and ran her finger across a large scar she had from being hit by an RGD-5 grenade the Mujadeen had used against the Russians.



"...The Motherland Abandoned me..."