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 Post subject: Power of the Past
PostPosted: Mon Apr 13, 2015 3:31 am 
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He stumbled through the jump portal but regain his footing as he found himself surrounded. Instinctively he raised his rifle to aim at whoever was before him. A demand was at the tip of his tongue but someone punched him across the face and everyone jumped on him. Head still pounding and his face pressed against the ground that was covered with dirt and ash, he tasted blood on his lips and felt the bite of rope tightening into his wrist. Restrained and weaponless, he was roughly pulled up onto his knees. His eyes darted from side to side trying to find his teammates or the girl they were supposed to protect, but he seemed to be the only one that arrived. Concerns for them grew and he looked back in front of him as the small group of people before him parted to let a man in his late 40's step forward. The man was dressed in a white lab coat that has seen better days for burnt marks and colorful stains covered it. His dark brown hair had streaks of silver grey hair, and his black eyes seemed bottomless. The agent knew then, that he wasn’t going to make it out of this alive.

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The high pitch groan of the metal gate opening before me was what broke through my thoughts as we made our way into a garage like area of the jail. There were three big trucks, black and armored. So they were moving me, I wasn’t surprised. I turned to look up at my current handler a bit curious to know whether he would help escort me to wherever the government wanted to move me. He however wasn’t looking at me and was actually looking towards someone else that came from one of the trucks. I turned my silver eyes at who my handler was watching, expecting to feel my hair brush against my cheeks, only to be reminded that they recently cut my hair due to an accident.

The lady that came by was not an officer, I already started to doubt that she was, looking at the bulky trucks. Still she was dressed heavily, her black vest seemed to weigh a lot for all its pockets were stuffed with whatever she needed, she held what looked to be a sniper rifle, and of course there was a pistol holstered on her hip, maybe from what other stories have told me, she probably had a knife in her boot. The thought almost made me smile.

After a few spared words and a quick exchange of names and position, their attentions turned to me and my handler lightly pushed me toward the lady named Lysandra Kraner, Overseer and agent of the Office of Information Services.

She didn’t say anything but waited for me to go on ahead of her. So I did and started to move towards the truck where the back doors were opened. I remained calm and avoided fiddling with my wrist since the cuffs were uncomfortably tight around them, and moving didn’t help but irritate my wrist further.

Getting to the back of the truck I found two more agents dressed and ready in the same manner as Lysandra. So the government really were taking precautions. However, I believe that they were still unprepared for what might happen to them.


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Lysandra watched as the girl made her way into the back and Felix closed the door from the inside. The girl looked much younger in real life and it was no surprise that they cut the girls hair for whatever reason but it didn’t change the girl’s striking features, if anything they turned louder. How the girl looked and the fact that she was young didn’t really bother Lysandra though, it was the calm demeanor of the girl was what confused her. There was no sense of defiance as most bandits would have when captured, and if the reports on the crimes the girl’s parents committed are true, there should be a fire of hate in her eyes. There wasn’t. Not even a hint of fear at the situation she was in, the girl was eerily calm as if nothing bad was going to happen to her, the exact opposite actually. Lysandra saw how she looked the trucks over, even the other agents as if she were judging them of their abilities.

Dustin grunted next to her and Lysandra looked at her second in command and asked, “What do you think?”

He was silent for a few seconds before he spoke, his voice gruff, “Stay alert.”

Lysandra frowned and thought of adding something to lighten things but decided against it, she’ll leave that job to Vito.


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 Post subject: Re: Power of the Past
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Nick stood with his back pressed against the reinforced steel of the truck's back door, his only movement was the foot he had placed on its bumper as he shifted his weight. He still had a hard time believing the simplicity of the mission they were all on. The quick pace of putting everything together was also mildly concerning, but Nicholas Leflen was never a man to question orders. His eyes flicked from the necklace he twirled in his hands to the girl now being escorted from the building. Nick's hand knocked on the truck's exterior. A minute later the passenger door closed and Zeran strode from in between the second and third trucks.

Nick didn't mind Zeran; he was quiet, to the point, and a good soldier. Zeran didn't care much for Nick's Alvirian roots. However, Nick didn't care much either way. People hated, often indiscriminately, and there wasn't much he could do, or would do, to change that. It was a little ironic, Nick supposed, how much the two soldiers had in common; synthetic limbs, lack of current day family, and so on. In the end all that mattered was that the two didn't mind working together or sitting in silence.

Zeran's eyes fixed on the girl and then the commanding officer Lysandra. Both men took in the "package". Neither of them could guess the importance that this, essentially, child had. "Hmmm." Zeran's throat echoed in a groan and then turned to Nick. "What do you make of her?"

Nick looked at the little crystal necklace in his hand and then to the girl. He let total observation take her in and listened intently to his instinct. "Trouble." His eyes fell on the necklace once more and he let it fall back around his neck. The truck lurched slightly as he pushed off of it and left for the driver seat.

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 Post subject: Re: Power of the Past
PostPosted: Mon May 04, 2015 9:48 am 
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Vito sat calmly within the truck, legs crossed and lounging, as the others stood outside. He was ready for the mission to start, but was also in no rush to push the issue, so remained sitting. There was a small amount of commotion outside, and he lazily gazed towards what had everyone's attention, only to return to lounging on seeing it was just another crewman, or crew-woman rather. The other one; the girl; while curious, was nothing special to Vito. Just another variable to protect while he and his mates ran into the fray.

"What do you make of her?" He heard Zeran mutter. "I'd say a solid eight given a few years." Vito chuckled out. "Given the circumstances though I gotta agree with ya there Nicky. This civvy is gonna be a prime target." A glance towards the driver, and he caught a quick glimpse of his necklace. "What is that a good luck charm or somethin'?" He inquired. "No offense if it is, I got one too." Vito said with a grin, patting his shotgun. "Mines just a bit more practical." Finishing off the chatter with a wink while patting his shotgun.

"So we about ready to roll out or what?"

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"Definitely better than sitting in some prison cell though, right?" The question from Dustin, second-in-command of the OIS, continues a short conversation that he had been sharing with Bryan while inside the second armored truck waiting for the delivery of the person they would be escorting. Dustin had found it difficult at first to get the old man to say anything but after offering him a cigar, the former Duarxen officer opened up slightly.

"Right now, sure. But who knows how this is going to turn out, in the end I could have been better off back in the cell," the old man said grumpily as he puffed slowly on the cigar, letting smoke billow out from his nose as he watched the doors from which the target would be departing from, seeing heavily armed security guards all over the area. Though he did feel relieved to be out of prison for the time being he was uneasy about the reason behind it.

Dustin had his focus on the jail door as well but turns a glancing eye at Bryan, "What makes you say that?"

Letting out a slight chuckle without allowing the cigar to fall, Bryan gestures his hand to point out all the security in the area, "Three armored trucks, a squad of heavily-armed, expertly trained 'escorts', all of these armed guards just to transfer whoever this is over to us..." he takes another drag before continuing, "...I may have lost touch with the world while in prison but I did not lose all my senses. This mission, this person, is going to be trouble."

Just as Dustin was about to respond the sound of the metal gate opening brought his attention to the young girl being escorted out by what he took as her current handler, well soon to be former handler.

"That's her, eh?" Bryan spoke with what seemed to be an inquisitive tone but was much less interested than he came across. "All of this protection for a little girl?" The deep, gruff rumbling undertone that was his voice showcased his irritation with the current situation he found himself to be in, "Babysitting...all I have done and my life is reduced to babysitting."

The two of them watched as the young girl was handed over to Lysandra and loaded into the back of the first truck, and were ready to begin making the trip once the first vehicle in the caravan decided to roll on.


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