Re: Fan Fiction Roleplay.

[Jdog1227]

Straining against the his restraints, Jack knew he was in deep trouble. He had to do something. This was the first time he had ever felt so...helpless. Wow. He was finally up against an opponent who could really challenge him. I mean, sure there were others on base, but they weren't allowed to fight. Way to much destruction. He was starting to feel a strong stirring in the pit of his stomach, but that's when he was released. Recovering nearly immediately, bringing bloodflow back to his arms, he eyed the spot where Paragon disapeared warily. Speaking into his wrist communicator, Jack woke up Kato and Kirai. The Twin Lieutenants, as they were called, were two of the leaders of the powered unit Jack spoke of. He had a feeling he'd need them for this. He considered letting Ryder know. Then he shook his head. She was acting strange, at times not like herself. He almost felt like he didn't know her. He thought at first that these might be delusions of his mind's own making. But no, he was almost sure it wasn't. He knew her better than anyone. That kind of distraction could get her killed. He didn't want that. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if that happened. Bearing this in mind, he sent a short wrist com burst to Pyro, letting him know what he was doing, then went to his platoon's barracks and woke up his instructors. He told them what was going on, then went to his room to pack. Having gabbed everything he needed, Jack heads out the door of the barracks, where he meets up with Kato, Karai, one other(Logany, that one is yours of you want it.). They all salute him, which he returns. They then trek to the gate, meeting Paragon there.
At the command hub, General Lash is just about to call it a night when the Ensign at communications pipes up.
"Message from Captain Ryland, sir." he says.
General Lash sighs and nods, the signal for the young Ensign to relay the message quickly before the tired General Officer lost his patience.
"On my way out the door. Won't be back for a few days. The Cub's calling me away from my Pack and into the snow. Just thought I'd let you know. Will howl if it's to cold out there."the Ensign relays. The General, hearing this, walks over quickly and reads the message himself. He nodded. Ryland was going to be gone for awhile.
"Tell him that his Pack Elder gives his regards." General Lash says.
"Yes, sir. Message away." The Ensign replies.
After a few minutes a message pops up.
"Message received, sir."
Lash nods, turns around and begins to walk out. The room comes to attention as he leaves. An Army Colonel takes his place at the command chair soon afterwards.

[Barricade]

Paragon stood on a dirt road outside the base that lead to the main gate. "Okay, haven't done this one in a while." A tree turned to swirling liquid metal, as paragon tried to remember the exact blueprint. Half a minute later, a Bugatti Veyron sped around th corner, clad in white with black sides and silver tires rocketed around the corner. He had two doors, four seats,  a     V-14 hybrid engine, and enough hidden weapons to supply a base for a year. He swung his doors open, opened his trunk, and said, to the twins' astonishment as they saw no one driving, "Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. And captain, there will be no snow where we're going. On the contrary, it is going to be very hot. Hope you packed your bikinis. Have any of you ever been to Baghdad?"

[Jdog1227]

All four of them raised their hands. Jack questioned where the snow comment had come from, but decided to dismiss it as coincidence. That was a highly encrypted channel with a randomized security access code. The chances of a new recruit gaining access? None. Only officers and hand picked enlisted personnel had the codes. He may be powerful, but there was nothing on the planet he could have made to decrypt that.
Regardless, he put those thoughts aside. Baghdad? He remembered going there. The civil war in that country had still been raging, and, to his knowledge, it still was. The hell did Paragon want to go to Baghdad for?

[Logany]

Farrah Soloane packed the minimum supplies, she might be a female but she packedd like a man. HAnd trained by Master Sergant Ryder she was prepared for secretive missions. Catherine had trained her because she saw she has unused potential. Soloane was able to locate where something was just by hearing a faint sound, breathing, sounds of boned grinding together, cracking of a twig. She was able to accurately throw daggers or arrows t a target with deadly accuracy. She walked with bare feet to feeel vibrations through the ground. The female smiled as she sensed worms under her feet and raked her fingers through her long black hair that covered her eye. Yes, eye. She had one pale gray eye that was normally always bloodshot. The other eye was sown shut leaving just smooth skin. She was almost always bling... amost. She placed her hand near the heat the radiated off of Jack to make sure she didn't get to far off from the group as she walked. It was a subtle gesture the goal was to not let anyone know her weakness.. [ PAragon tha means you]. She smiles cordially raising her hand accordingly.

[Barricade]

"Good," he says, as he forms tendrils out of the ground, lifting the bags into his trunk which he promptly shut. He braked his front wheels, and began accelerating his rear ones. Seeing that all passengers were secured, he slammed his doors, and released his brakes, rocketing off. Not two minutes later, a HAH (High armament hovercraft) was soon on their tail. "Hang on," Paragon said through his speakers, as he began to rise the panel between the shifter and armrests, and open the sunroof. A massive rotary AA gun revealed itself, locked upright, swiveled around, locked on it's target, then proceeded to knock out the hovercraft's engines. The gun sank back into place, and the sunroof closed. "I trust you're all being good boys and girls and wearing your seat belts?" he said, as a red button with N02 on it flipped its plastic case and depressed itself. His exhaust lit up with blue flame, and his speedometer read 220. "Ah, it's good to get some of that back in my system," Paragon said to himself, as he rocketed down the dirt road, leaving giant trails of dust. "I suggest you four get some sleep. Big day tomorrow. We're going to new york to meet a, well, friend, who will fly us covertly to Baghdad. Get comfy, it's a long drive...."

[Jdog1227]

Kato and Karai look over at Jack. He nods and settles in. Who exactly was that on their tail? More importantly, would they follow Paragon's trail to Zenon?
"Seems like you're in a bit of trouble Paragon? Someone wants your head, and I want to know who and why."
Kato pipes up from his side of the vehicle.
"Yea, is it someone we need to kill? That looked like a mercenary craft."
"What have you gotten us into?" Karai asks.

[Barricade]

"You didn't know? I'm with the MEC. Your people generally don't like my people." He merged onto the highway. "Now seriously, sleep up. Things might be going boom tomorrow," he said as he expertly weaves in and out of traffic, with experience that only came with being around before cars were invented.

[Logany]

Farrah groans softly as she hears a car start up. She had asked SPECIFICALLY would she hae to get in a car before accepting this mission. Something cat and she shared in common. Closed spaces made her skin crawl. Closed spaces that move makes her feel like killing someone. Following Jack's heat she climbs I'm the car after him and strapped on her seatbelt. Farrah drew two of her many daggers from her sleeve and started sharpening them against eachother. Something she did when she was nervous but only those close to her would know. She kept a cool steely demeanor but after the top if the car slid off and she could feel the breeze she started to slow her quick sharpening to long smooth strokes. Hearing the commotion she casually leaned her arm over the back of the seat brushing her hand against Jack's neck. She hoped someone briefed him in her ability because when one felt her presence inside thier head it could be a bit startling. She found his orbital cortex and opened her eye to look at the mechs and whistles lowly at the amount of work it would have taken to get those up to ZENON standards. Since she was in Jack's head for a momment he could hear what she thought. She glanced non impressed at the gun that revealed its self before exiting Jack's head and carefully shut that ability down in her head so there won't be any accidental mind entering if she touched him. When the roof closed she started sharpening her knives faster before she felt sparks and put them away ad crosses her arms for a momment before whispering to Jack,"PLANES?" she had aske specially about planes as well.

[Jdog1227]

When he felt Farrah's arm on his neck, he flinched briefly. He felt her as she entered his mind.
"Hey, to be fair, I had no idea about this either. Relax, Farrah. Get some sleep. That's an order."
Kato and Karai quickly go to sleep. Jack stays up for a little while longer. He still had questions to ask.
"You say 'your' people. We don't hire out mercs." Jack says.
"Whatever. We'll talk about this later." He adds, leaning back into his chair and falling asleep ten minutes later.
.

[Logany]

Farrah snarls something under her breath a curse on the wright brothers and Ford industeries. She puts her gloves on for extra protection to make sure she doesn't venture into someones mind while she sleeps and pulls her hoody ontop of her head. Yeah it wwas 86 degrees but she perfered to cover the scars that riddled her body. She pulled her knees up to her chest and blows some hair away from her nose so she could smell and shut down 7/8ths of her brain allowing herself to feel the vibratiions and heat around he while she slept.

[Barricade]

"Captain, lets's just say you don't know all of Zenon as well as you might want to think," Paragon said, as he drove steadily. "Do you know what electricity is Captain? It's an atomic reaction. So I could have and did get into all of Zenon's files. There's Lots of bad things there. Sorry to burst your bubble Cap'n, but Zenon isn't as perfect as they say." His chassis shuddered. "You don't want to know things they've done to people, and what they are willing to do to get them back."


(Two days later)


After several rest stops, Paragon merged onto the exit headed for New York city from the Interstate. "Rise and shine, sleepyheads, we're here! Captain, You are going to put your hands on my wheel and look like you're driving. A car that drives itself will look like government. In my Glove box there is a blue envelope. Give it to the man who will stop us. He will understand." Paragon wove through broadway, and said if you got any questions, ask 'em now."

[Logany]

[you just said Paragon ddrove steadily... what do you mean a car that drop by its self]
and dont a think knowing all of zenons secets is a bit much. That means you charactar would know absolutly everything about eeverybody and everything about zenon. I'm not comfortable with that. That seems a bit of s stretch...]

[Barricade]

[you just said Paragon ddrove steadily... what do you mean a car that drop by its self]

A: What does this mean?
B: Not everything. I will make something happen he doesn't know about
C: Chill. Everything will work out.

[Logany]

[drove* Just be carefull your charactar is teetering over the edge of being all powerfull...]

[Jdog1227]

"About what you said earlier. That was the past, Paragon. My family has been with Zenon for generations. My parents escaped, and they stole me when I was a child. My father was Base Commander before Lash replaced him. Base Commanders and other General Officers have clearance for everything on Zenon's past, due to having a Commander's log. My father told me all about the things he's had to do. I don't think you quite understand those files you got. What I am damn sure of, however, is that you didn't get all of them. Trust me when I tell you, I know Zenon. Which also means we have actual mercenaries breathing down our neck. Sure, we've had some discrepencies with the MEC, but we're on peaceful, if shakey, terms." Jack said, taking the wheel and finding the envelope. He motioned for Kato and Karai to prepare themselves, silently. Kato telepathically relayed the command to Farrah.
"We don't need mercs to do our dirty work. And if you're gonna let me drive, let me drive, damnit."
He pulled up to the checkpoint and gave the man the envelope, conversing quickly in Arab. The man opened the envelope, nodded, and pointed them in the direction they had to go. Jack thanked him and pulled off.
"So what exactly are we doing in Baghdad?" Kato asked.
"Yes. You've been avoiding our questions for days now." Karai said.
Jack just stared forward, having said what he wanted to say already.

[Logany]

Farrah refused to get out of the car when they went to the rest stops. She had slowed her digestive track so she didn't need to urinate or defecate. Geetting out of the death trap and back into the death trap for the sake of 'resting' in a place that could be a death only to getting back into the death trap seemed ludicrous. When anyone would ask she would apear to be ignoring them but she was simply meditating blocking out the outside world, depending on her comrades to jar her out of it if needed. The whole two days she found it difficult to sleep with Pargon's driving as if he was in NewYork. Would it kill him to stay in one lane and not weave back in forth. She had stayed in her fetal like position and hadn't moved while she was in a meditative state resting her mind and in total zen. Her body and mind would be in more alignment when she 'awoke. She was sure Jack had been briefed on her peculiarities and knew not to disturb her unless necessary. It was rare she had a chance to put hersself in more alignment but since she was in a secure environment amongst Jack and the twins she felt at ease. Her two day session would pay off if danger was to be met. IT was aa long proccess and left her vulnerable but ti paid off. When Kato barged into her head she began to slow proccess of awakening her mind. About 20 minutes later she finally awoke stretching in her seat next to Jack. Her bones crack from 48 hours of no movement sounding like she was popping bubble wrap. Se would probably meditate on the flying death trap again putting her at more of an advantage.
"Good morning Jack, Kato and Karai." she slurrss. She pauses all though her sass wa sthere her verbal skills weren't yet. She waited a few more minutes before realizing someone had gotten into her head. She internally freaked. "I require nourishment." she whispers to Jack and she did meditating took allot from her body by slowing her digestion. She sshook a bit still kinda freaked that someone got into her head.

[Barricade]

"You people kidding me? I'm going back where I belong. You just said you'd come along. I'm needed there. For some apparent reason, you people have crap tons of Adamantium from your moon expeditions, and used it to make chains and a cell wall, instead of hovercrafts. That's how I was captured. And I'm going back there. Mercenaries or no."

[Jdog1227]

"We came here thinking you had something for us. And if you got captured, that means you were doing something you weren't supposed to on or near our land, Paragon. Don't think we hunted you down for no reason." Jack says calmly, guiding the car on the road inside the facility,"where am I going?" he asks, referring to the crossroads he was pulling up to.
Jack nods, acknowledging Farrah, and tossed a few MREs back to them.
"Take your pick."he says, handing back water bottles as well.
Kato and Karai started assembling their weapons: an assortment of parts that soon became two submachineguns  and a Glock-45, the newest model that Glock had produced for Karai, and a System 7 assault rifle with a high powered scope and extendable stock and barrel for Kato, with the same pistol. They strapped combat knives into the available sheaths on their fatigues, then camoflauged them.

[Logany]

Farrah feels the packs dump in her lap. She figured everyone else absorbed the materials they needed. She smelled each package before settling on beef roast and vegetables quickly warming it up in the provided FRH before seeming to stare at the meal , warming it up was easy eating it was a tad bit difficult. She was so accustomed to having her meals laid out for her in a specific manner along with the utensils. Even in the place she was created she had her meals placed in a specif way. Feeling around with her with her fingers for a spoon she finds the spoon and cursed as she stuck it in the wrong way into the powdered drink mix. She tossed the spoon out the window as she received a mouth full of powder before she picked up the Roast beef mound with her fingers and ate it that way. Who the hell needed utensils any way. She ate her vegetables with her fingers as well before eating her sides hearing guns click together. Wiping her hands on the front seat, wasn't her car she didn't care. While she ate she put all auditory stimuli on hold while she forced her system to digest her food faster than normal. She cracked open another package that was beef stew without heating it up she lifted the package to her mouth and drank the stew, chewing when appropriate... Her system moving faster made room for her second meal and sides without her feeling bloated, She chucked twwo bottles of water before restoring her system as normal and played back the auditory signals she received on pause.
She balked, "I know damn well I am not getting on a plane to simply escort you home!" She says carefully feeling over her body from head to toe, checking to make sure she was okay, and that her weapons where in metal detector proof pockets.
She puts on her gloves that still let heat through to her hands but prefented her from accidentally seeing other's minds. She crossed her arms, "I suggest you start telling us the truth now, or I'm going back home. I'm not an escort, I'm special forces." she says offendedly pretending to look out the window

[Barricade]

"Captain, to answer your question, I was hunting down some rogue terrorists. And I need your help. Legal and combat. There are six. Five are pretty easy, but they fall under the protection of the last. He's incredible, and insanely difficult to defeat. He gains immunity after contact, and heals quickly. For instance, if you shoot him, he heals quickly, and bullets won't bother him again. Crazy smart too. You have to deal the fatal blow instantly, and if that doesnt work, you have to find something else. He' s immune to bullets, artillery rounds, all types of projectile and bladed weapons, even jet engines, and that list isn't exhausted." He paused. "I haven't found a weakness yet. So," He said as they pulled into JFK airport, "Here we are." A massive freighter loomed before them, with the MEC flag painted on the side, (Gold on the right, then white on top of green, with a black crecent and star in the middle) He instructed all out, and dumped the bags, then returned to his normal self, relieving himself of the aches that settled when he remained in one form too long. He was dressed in a white polo shirt and jeans, black boots, leather gloves, a fedora, and a trench coat. Inside the coat two submachine guns were strapped, along with some ammo and grenades. "We need to get in the air now," he said as the rear of the plane lowered down. He walked up, and entered the cockpit, giving special instructions to the pilot. (Decided I'll throw on more.)


Suddenly with out warning, six police cars screamed around the corner, sirens wailing, and officers exited, then shot from behind their open doors. Pistol shots whizzed through the air, and an officer came out with an RPG. "Take off, I'll catch up!" Yelled Paragon as he ran down the ramp he grabbed his guns and shot out the tires. Right as he turned, the Rocket fired, straight at paragon, tracking him. He whirled, grabbed the projectile, and ran with it at the cops, restraining it from turning, and the. Let it loose into a car. They ran, and dropped their guns which promptly melted. All of them got away, and he turned and saw the freighter take off. He shifted to a jump jet and followed them.

Back onboard the freighter, Paragon was facing an angered captain, who was screaming, "COPS? COPS? We're all going to die!" "No," said Paragon sternly, we're not. Once we reach waypoint AA7, we'll be safe, and you can leave us. "In the ocean?!" "Yes." "That's suicide. The mosquitoes will get you there," he said, then muttered, "C'est un affaire flambé" or "It is a lost cause" in French, as the freighter reached cruising altitude and sailed away.

[Jdog1227]

Jack agreed with the captain. Kato and Karai were both on high alert, guarding both doors that led onto the plane as it takes off.
"Police officers? Paragon, how deep in trouble are you?"
Jack asked, but he also considered. What exactly was this man into. He'd already seen what he could do. He was with the MEC, who were known for unconventional tactics. Could they have made an organic weapon? He leaned back on the hull of the plane.
"So, what's the story on your powers?" He said, nodding over to Kato and his sister,"I know their's. Both involved in the same accident. Gave them their abilities." He says, pushing off the wall and walking over to the group.
"With a mission like this, we need to start talking to each other. Trust each other."
Kato and Karai nod, having heard this spiel before. They were long time veterans of the program, like Jack was.
"We have a long trip ahead of us," Jack continues, sitting down"So let's get started."

[Logany]

"No we do NOT need to get in the air!" Farah growls before closing her eyes and holding up a hand freezing a few bullets that whirled toward them and clenched her fist causing them to drop down to the ground. On second thought...not wanting to be stuck out here with officers and guns she stomped stopped onto the plane, "Get in the Car Farrah, Get in the plane Farrah. Jump out the plane Farrah, Go fight Farrah."she mutters bitterly. "Might as well say commit suicide Farrah.. That's what they are having me do anyway with these ludicrous demands." She said this all under her breath with scorn. She flops down next to Kato and ulls her knees up to her chest and locks her arms around them. She closes her eyes and puts hersself in a half meditative state. There was no way in hell she was going to spill her sstory to some guy she didn't even know. .. A gy who apears to have a bounty on his head. She'd listen but not speak.

[Barricade]

"Madmen and geniuses in 1554. And a whole lot of pain. But there are still problems at home. You think it's over, you backed out. But now its the revolutionists versus the loyalists. Civil war. And farrah, if you are willing to leave, there are parachutes in the back, and the hatch controls are those red and green buttons near the rear. But you're as wanted as anything for resisting arrest. Do as you wish." He turned back to Jack. "These people are loyalists, so there's probably troops with them. I do have an idea though. Wait here, and be on your nerve." He walked to the captain. They talked, then satisfied, Paragon walked to his room, and brought an attache case to the captain. The captain smiled with glee. "We'll drop you off wherever you want!" He said with renewed enthusiasm. "39.728405, -20.840482 Should work," Paragon said, as the captain nodded. "We'll be there in a few." Turning back to the passengers, "Alright, we're getting off in a few, there's been complications. He unlocked a locker, and pulled out a yellow pack. "This is a seadiver. n the back here is an oxygen tube with 2 hours on it. Use it in emergencies. Here's your pullcord for your parachutes, and on the back here there's spotlights, the switch here. You'll need these these late at night. I'm going to launch a yellow flare. Swim away as fast as you can. Then swim towards it." The plane shuttered. "Damn! Fighters!"

"Get ready to jump!" The pilot yelled. Paragon strapped on his pack, and jumped off the back, and dove for 2000 feet, then pulled his cord, his parachute as black as night. He maneuvered, then landed on the ocean, and disconnected his chute. He floated, then sparked a flare, and swam as fast as he could away from it. The waters began churning and frothing in the crossfire, and a black conning tower rose, along with a submarine the size of a aircraft carrier. The top opened, and aircraft launched, distracting the fighters. Paragon swam onboard the sub via a ladder, and beckoned from on deck.

[Logany]

OOC: Hey barricade I made the extra font you added white instead of black so i could read it- I hope you odn't mind

[Jdog1227]

Jack looked at the others and shrugged.
"Farrah, I know you don't like it, but stow it until you hit the deck. Or go into deep meditation so me, Kato, or Karai can take you."

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