Sons of Liberty, "When black and white turn to grey" Options

[Sylar JPC]

In the wake of all the Laws and persecution they have been attempting to overthrow the government to start anew. Backed by a multimillionaire the "Sons of Liberty" begin to make terrorist type strikes on US interests throughout the country and abroad. With a network of specials and human backers their strength begins to grow immensely.

The President struggles to hold onto power and the support of the nation well trying to track down the terrorist group. During the unveiling of a massive offshore clean-up facility the "Sons of Liberty" took over the facility as well as capturing the President.

Several of the members of the terrorist group put out demands and if not met they will murder the President as well as destroy the facility thus creating a cataclysmic environmental disaster.

The Government begins to stall well they prepare their special forces to attempt a daring rescue...

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Chapter 1: "The Best of the Best"
Army Base
IC: Colonel Ben McCain

Colonel Ben McCain stood before the recruits as they sat, assembled in the debriefing room. Looking down at his note upon the podium he cleared his throat into the microphone as the noise quieted down and it was completely silent as all eyes and ears were upon the man.

“As you all know, we are here because of the terrorist organization who calls themselves the Sons of Liberty. They have managed to capture the President and are threatening to destroy a billion dollar off-shore clean up facility." Pausing for a moment, he flips the slide over to a picture of the building. "It’s a massive facility which, by our satellite photos, shows they have enough men to completely secure it." The man paused at this moment, scanning the crowd to make sure what he said so far had sunken in before continuing.

"Approximately six hours ago, the Facility was seized by former members of the Navy SEAL's special anti-terrorist training squad, Dead Cell and their leader Justin Avox." Flipping over to the next slide, the Dead Cell insignia is shown, as well as a shadow figure of Justin. "Now they are not alone in this one. They are being backed by Russian mercenaries who make up nearly the entire terrorist group.”

"Unless the demands are met, the terrorists intend to blow the facility out of the water which will intern ignite the crude oil, turning the Manhattan Harbor into an inferno." Pausing well he takes a drink from his glass of water. "That’s not the worst case scenario...If the chlorides being used to decontaminate the seawater go up; oil toxins containing catastrophic levels of dioxins will be released. For those you that do not understand, the bay's ecosystem will be wiped out, and the sea will turn into a toxic soup for centuries, which, in turn, will destroy all life on this planet as we know it.” Setting his cup back down upon the table he glanced upon its contents, appreciating the simplicity of water for once in his life.

Gazing back up he cleared his throat, continuing. "You have two mission objectives. One: Infiltrate the offshore decontamination facility and safeguard the President and other hostages; and Two: Disarm the terrorists by any…means…necessary." To reiterate his point, his brow furrowed as he made eye contact with a few of the recruits.

“You should also know that you are one of many teams working together on this so be aware of the other teams’ rescue operations. I have handpicked you all because in my eyes "You are all the Best of the Best and leading you will be one Samantha Davis," he said as he extending his hand out towards her, showing everyone who she was. “I expect professionalism and courtesy when working with Ms. Davis. Any other behavior towards her will be regarded as insubordination and grounds for immediate dismissal.”

Shuffling his papers and gathering them in his hands he finished up his debriefing. "Your team will be flown in by helicopter but dropped off a slight distance away. It will be quite a swim to the facility so I hope you all like swimming with the fishes." He smirked at this little play on words before adding, “That is all for now. Rest up cause in several hours this operation goes underway. You are dismissed."

[Tag: Everyone!!]


((OOC: This is where I tell you to mosey around, talk to each other, until everyone gets their first posts in. But if time goes by and we are waiting on someone, the game will be moved forward regardless))

[Snowind]

Chapter 1: "The Best of the Best"
Army Base
IC: Samantha Davis.

Sam turned to her team.

"I've lead several missions, nothing quite like this but I'm confident we will succeed..." said Sam.

"I'm your leader, we're using military discipline here, I don't expect any of you to call me Miss, or Captain or anything, but be aware that all my orders will be fulfilled, I don't take insubordination lightly, if anyone in here has problems taking orders he should speak now so I can replace you with someone that doesn't have a problem..."

"Now... Name and why you're useful to me..." said Sam to her team, she hadn't worked with anyone of them in the past which made things even a bigger challenge.

TAG: Whoever wants to introduce themselves first.

[Admiral Cheesema...]

Chapter 1: "The Best of the Best"
Army Base
IC: Morty Zhurov

"I don't mean to sound egotistical, but I'm essential to this mission. The name's Morty Zhurov. My specialty is rescue operations. I was the best hostage situation negotiator in the FBI when I was recruited into Special Forces. You may or may not recall when the Secretary of State's family was abducted by Kurdish terrorists 3 years ago. My team rescued them, and captured all of the terrorists without any deaths."
He frowned, and said "This will ruin my perfect track record for sure. Hahaha! You know, it's entirely typical of them to make us swim. Unnecessary, stupid, and possibly life-threatening. I love the army, don't you?"

[Tag: Everyone else?]

(OOC: Morty will bring in the funny. It's so boring when every character is ALWAYS serious. O' course, Morty is far saner than the standard WOOO! Lunatic Cheese Character.)

[Snowind]

Chapter 1: "The Best of the Best"
Army Base
IC: Sam Davis.

"Morty Zhurov... Yeah I remember you... You're the guy the government called to when I wasn't available..." said Sam making a half joke-half truth to the guy, that was her way of making bonds.

"Sorry Kid but in hostage situations I'm better... I have a Zero percent fail rate to the date, and I haven't given the terrorist what they wanted... in any occasion..." she said, her ability was extremely useful in those situations, taking hostages out without the need to negotiate.

"Basicly it means that you probably are the best negotiator out there but I'm so good I don't even negotiate... Glad to have you on my team though Zhurov..." said Sam greeting the man.

"Lets see... You!" said Sam pointing randomly at someone.

TAG: The next one volunteering to introduce him/herself to Sam.

[nic_nac]

Chapter 1: "The Best of the Best"
Army Base
IC: Leo Memphis

Leo stood, having had Samantha pointing at him.

"I'm Leo" He said standing, "Now I'm you and you and you." He continued, changing forms to Samantha, Morty and then Ben.

"That's what I bring to the table." Leo glowed, slumping back into his seat once more, returning to his usual form.

Tag: Snowind

[Snowind]

Chapter 1: "The Best of the Best"
Army Base
IC: Sam Davis.

"Try to stick with one form while we're not in a mission..." said Sam. "But otherwise you'll be really useful, I know now who to send first to the missions, you'll be good retcon..."

"We'll talk more about retcon later, I'll make sure you'll get every photo of possible adversaries first so you can change into them if needed..." she said.

"Now the rest, name and reason..."

TAG: Others that have not introduced yet.

[liam]

Chapter 1: "The Best of the Best"
Army Base
IC: TEX Soweby.

“Well y’all got nothing on me I hate to say it. Without me you could end up down the wrong path like death haha. I am the ultimate lie detector and the best thing a sniper can know is what his victim knows.”

“Ya see I know what y’all are thinking, what ya deepest nightmares are and make ya think ya init I am the telepath”

[Tag anyone]

[Snowind]

Chapter 1: "The Best of the Best"
Army Base
IC: Sam Davis.

"Qu'est ce que Je pense maintenant?" thought Sam. "Entonces sabes muchos idiomas? Por que dudo que entiendas Ruso... Y vamos contra algunos Rusos... Entonces deja a un lado esa actitud o yo te dejo a un lado, Me entendiste?".

They all saw the confused look upon his face.

"Basicly what I just told you..." said Sam raising her voice so the others would hear. "Was that you're not so useful against people prepared, so unless you know a lot of languages... Like Russian, because we are going to fight some Russians... Then drop the attitude or you're out of my team... Just tell me one thing..."

Sam stood up and got closer to him phasing her hand through his skull...

"Are you immortal? Because I don't see how you're going to prevent all of our deaths if a missing bullet hits you in the skull..."

Sam returned to her seat.

"So, What's your name and Will you drop the attitude?"

TAG: Liam, someone else who might wanna say something.

[Misunderstood]

((OOC: liam -- Please edit your header...you are not playing Samantha Davis. Thank you kindly. ))

[Dear Prudence]

Chapter 1: "The Best of the Best"
Army Base
IC: Ambuja Kumar

They day started auspiciously. The forecast was clear and sunny, great for late-night sightseeing. Well, looking to the sky kind of sight-seeing, not the creepy staring at your neighbor kind. Everything was prepped, her Technicolor sling bag across her shoulder had her binoculars, constellation and star map and a hearty supply of granola and organic snack bars for the day. Ambuja's hands were folded in her lap as she looked around the group, a few pieces of hair strayed and on her face her eyes wandered up and blew on them playfully. When introductions were due, she came to attention and smiled at Sam after watching her feat and announced "I'm Ambuja, translator extraordinare."
Indeed she was extraordinary, the ink stained notebooks and acceptance sheets proved it, all with chicken scratch of a dozen or so languages, the most recognizable Arabic, English, French and German littering the covers and pages.
Ambuja looked down a bit, blushing as she said this
"I know about 24 languages now, I'm working on the tapes of Kurdish and some other languages, I was gonna go to Louisiana to learn Creole and some odd bits of Pidgin, but it never happened"
She bit her lower lip and looked up and sighed
"I guess you could say I could be pretty useful in the future"

[Tag: Sam, anyone else]

[liam]

Chapter 1: "The Best of the Best"
Army Base
IC: TEX Soweby

“Sorry m’am meant do disrespect by it I am Charlie Sowerby but y’all can call me Tex. Don't worry i will keep out ya head unless you need me to find something for you?"

[Tag all]

[Snowind]

Chapter 1: "The Best of the Best"
Army Base
IC: Sam Davis.

"Pour le moins Il ne sais pas français..." thought Sam. She liked to at least have some confidence that her mind was a secure place.

"Good... Ambuja, Tex, welcome to the team..." said Sam. "That only leaves us with you... Mr?"

Sam was looking at William, the bold man that hadn't introduced himself yet to the team.

TAG: Kevin, others that might have something to add.

[Misunderstood]

Chapter 2: No Turning Back
To Big Shell
IC: Colonel Ben McCain

Next to the pilot with eyes glaring at the massive facility (now housed some of the worst criminals this country has ever seen) sat Colonel McCain. Looking back at his rag-tag group of specials that will be forced to risk their lives for their country....and a president who hates them, he sighed, switching on his com-link.

“Hope your all enjoying your personal transmitters we had installed before we left base" he said, referring to a small microchip which was implanted into their right ears so they could communicate with each other as well as receive orders from HQ.

"They must hurt like a b*tch," he smiled at his own personal enjoyment of the situation. The pilot raised his hand signaling time to drop the lines. Nodding to the pilot he stepped out of his chair and over to the door, sliding it open. "Okay ladies and gentlemen....enjoy your swim."

Leaning down towards Samantha Davis, placing his hand on her shoulder he dropped his voice so only she heard him. "Take care of them soldier."

Standing up straight, he addressed the recruits once more. "Your special suits will protect you from the cold, but feel free to dump them once you enter through the submarine bay." Moving off to the side allowing for the group to leap from the chopper he grinned. "Once you leap...there is no turning back"


[Tag: Group]

((OOC: Jump....swim....get to land....chat....wait for the GMs' signal to proceed))

[Snowind]

Chapter 2: No Turning Back
To Big Shell
IC: Samantha Davis.

Sam turned to her men.

"You heard the man..." said Sam as she activated her power and jumped, the phasing preventing her from getting wet as she phased through the water.

This was one good thing about her ability.

TAG: Everyone.

[Sylar JPC]

Chapter 2: No Turning Back
To Big Shell
IC:Pilot, Unknown

As the revamped F-117 Nighthawk flies through the clouds, the pilot switches on the com-link to a large coffin shaped object attached to the bottom of the aircraft. Clearing his throat "We are nearing the facility...ETA ...Eight minutes."

Switching off the com-link, he began to flip several switches, beginning the drop sequence. Beneath the aircraft inside the coffin like container, a tiny view screen scrambles until several silhouettes appear. The person in the middle laughs a bit "You have already been briefed on the situation as well as what your mission objectives are."

The signal cut out briefly. "We have new a order for you Fox...." Pausing for a moment, it continued. "The President's brief case. We need it undamaged and secure." The screen cut out once more.

"Your payment will be waiting for you at the prearranged drop site. Fox....you’re not known for failing...so don’t start now." the screen crackling before cutting out once and for all.

The pilot descends through the clouds, locking onto the facility. Flipping several more switches alerting his passenger to prepare to drop. Once the onboard computer begins to flash the pilot releases the pod, sending it free falling towards the facility. With a loud crash it pierces the structure coming to a complete stop on the 3rd level of section A of the facility. A platoon of soldiers surrounds the pod, aiming their weaponry upon the object.

[Tag: Dez]

[Jerub-baal]

Chapter 2: No Turning Back
To Big Shell
IC: Gray Fox

The pod opened, and Gray Fox was ready, as soldiers kept watch and guns on Fox. Gray Fox leaped out of the pod, landing in a crouch next to it.

"Hands up...identify yourself....down..." the shouted words of the soldiers filtered into Fox's earpiece, the computers that ran the exoskeleton tuning out the frequency of human voices.

Fox puts its hands up, a katana gripped firmly in one. As a soldier had the temerity to step forward and try to apprehend the new arrival, Fox began. The katana flipped into a grip, and a quick downward slash cut through the man's gun arm. Fox stepped forward, a hand grabbing the man by his neck and snapping it, but pulling him close to use as a shield.

As the others hesitated, not noticing the shield was already dead, Fox spun, tossing the man into a mass of soldiers as it cartwheeled with a flourish, landing into a capoeira stance. Fox landed right next to a soldier, legs wrapping around the man's sides as Fox spun, using momentum to lever him over and then slicing the soldier to ribbons in mid-air.

Fox dashed forward with an unnatural coordination and speed, cutting through the soldiers with ease. Fox kept so close a stray shot was more likely to cut down a comrade than the blur of armor, and intimidated by the almost supernatural and frightening ease with which Fox took them out, they were easily killed.

One tried foolishly to slam the butt of his rifle into Fox's exoskeleton, it simply clunked off and Fox dove with a headbutt into the man's chest, then flipped back with a kick that sent the man into the air, and he came down in three concise and clean cut pieces. The ghastly and showy maneuver gave way to efficient cuts through the rest, bullets deflected off their paths, body armor proving no use, as the Fox disappeared into the halls of section A, in a bloody wake.

No failure, no compromise, no mercy. And a hell of a body count.

[tag: GM]

[Sylar JPC]

Chapter 2: No Turning Back
Big Shell
IC: Darius Reed

Darius walked through the dimly lit corridor as if drawn instinctively by the sound of combat. The Russians had already arrived at the scene only to end up like cattle in a slaughterhouse. Wounds were clean, precise...perfect. Kneeling at a fallen soldier’s body, pulling his fingers across the open eyes of the deceased. Standing back up Darius places his finger on his earpiece preparing to radio the boss of their new guest. "There is a new player in are game..." his tone showing a hint of frustration at himself for not arriving sooner.”No...Whoever it was...is long gone" turning towards one the adjacent walls, noticing a faint disturbance on the wall towards the back of the room.

Sliding his hand down to his katana, preparing to go through the motions of combat "You’re very skilled with a blade" he offers a compliment in hopes of discovering the identity of his new foe. "Not many men follow the way of the sword anymore...it’s nice in a twisted sort of way that someone else enjoys the vibrant dance of swordsmanship”

[Tag: Dez]

[Jerub-baal]

Chapter 2: No Turning Back
Big Shell
IC: Gray Fox

Gray Fox lurked in the shadows of Big Shell, the optical camouflage of the exoskeleton suit activated, and the High Frequency blade which had decimated so many soldiers stowed. The shadows of the room were Fox's true cloak, intimidation and fear the weapon with which Fox waged such a campaign of purposeful, cold violence.

Without a sound, Gray Fox was in the rafters of the room, which was filled with cargo containers, a cramped space. Fox wasn't going to start a fight, if the man would just move along, he would have no harm visited upon him. But if he didn't...

[tag: SylarJPC]

[Snowind]

Chapter 2: No Turning Back
Big Shell
IC: Sam Davis

Sam arrived at land and turned back to her team that were swimming to the shore.

"Everyone's here?" said Sam counting heads. "Yeah, we're complete... Good."

"Listen to me Gentleman... I'll break you in... Once in there the President's security is of Vital importance... Also remember we have to prevent the world from ending, so don't do anything stupid, don't even think of doing something stupid... We have to be flawless, we're the best you have to remember that..."

"Tex... You'll be our eyes..." said Sam. "Zhurov, you'll be by right hand... You stick with me unless I tell you otherwise, Clark you'll be in tune with Tex and Zhurov, if they foresee an attack you make sure you strike them first..."

"Leo, you'll go in first... Blend... Keep us communicated and tell us where is our target..." she continued giving orders. "And Ambuja... If I'm not mistaken your ability lets you understand program coding just by seeing it... Zhurov and Clark will protect you, you'll be our security expert, we can go through walls but we don't want the alarms going on, your job will be to disable them..."

"Do you understand your jobs?" said Sam in a menacing tone.

TAG: Everyone!! And GM's

[Misunderstood]

Chapter 2: No Turning Back
Big Shell



As the group continues on through the submarine bay a small group of Russian soldiers sit among the cluttered mess of the bay. Some chat among themselves while others sleep and few even begin to play poker.

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A slight beeping echoes through Samantha’s com-link alerting her of an incoming call.

Colonel Ben McCain radios in "How you proceed is up to you...just remember every action has a consequence." The call ends soon after he speaks.

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A soldier leans against the railing over looking the pool. "So...how much they paying you?" he asks another soldier playing poker.

The poker player grins. "Not enough to get stabbed in the back for." Several of them begin to laugh.

Chit chat continues on as the group slowly breaks the surface of the bay. Do they take these soldiers? Or slip past them and to the lone elevator that rests in the back of the bay?

[Tag: Snow, Soldiers]