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C.381. A lone Research Facility on planet Korcal, stationed 112 klicks out from the nearest safezone. A sane individual would wonder why on earth such a place would exist so far away from safety, although one with knowledge of the site would know that "safety" wasn't a major consideration.

Two lone mercenaries have taken up the job of going into this place, tasked with just one simple job: "Shut down the core."

Whether this would be easy or difficult remains to be seen...


C.S:

Name:
Codename:
Age:
Gender:
Species: (List in spoilers below)
Primary weapon: (Character's heavy/DPS weapon.)
Secondary weapon: (Character's backup weapon, has to be light. If Gohlorn, can be a second heavy/DPS weapon.)
Knife/Melee weapon: (Character's CQC weapon. Not mandatory.)
Gadgets/tech: (What your character's gadgets are. Can have up to 3 gadgets, K'helsien can have up to 4 gadgets.)

Select species:

Name: SH308-BR197
Codename: Shadow
Age: 3 years old
Gender: N/A
Species: Synthetic
Primary weapon: L197-Rifle (Laser-based Assault Rifle)
Secondary weapon: It can shoot lasers out of its wrists
Knife/Melee weapon: Its hands can electrify things that it touches.
Gadgets/tech: Built-in rocket hands and feet (slight flight/hover capabilities), infrared vision, and self-welding capabilities (can repair outer armor, slightly restrengthening itself).

Name: Doran Rolphwitz
Codename: One-Pup
Age: 29 Years
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Primary weapon: Koeler-Grant 959 Assault Shotgun
Secondary weapon: JNP .51 Revolver
Knife/Melee weapon: Military-grade Bowie knife
Gadgets/tech: Night-vision goggles, 2 Incendiary Grenades, Radiocolt (Able to pick up far-off noise)

"Right, we got the numbers sorted, yeah?"
"All of them."
"And you've given these two their introductory payment I assume."
"All 10'000 niks."
"Ok good, let's get rollin'. RIGHT, LISTEN UP LADIES!"

The lights within the Armoured Personnel Carrier dimmed. In the centre of the seating area was a central hologram table which the Captain was standing next to, alongside a man dressed in fairly heavy armour.

"Shadow, One-Pup, you two best be getting acquainted with each other sooner rather than later otherwise your time together won't be very memorable." The armoured man spoke up, raising his chin and bearing a smug grin.
"'Exactly," The captain took a step forward to the two. "Still waiting on a few more people, though." Doran was simply sat there, his chest and entire lower torso protected by moderate kevlar-carbon weave armour. He too was strapped into his seat from his titanium frame harness that had both him and SH308 of them rooted in place. Although the rear entryway was still open, revealing the huge and rather busy military complex which happened to 'hire' the mercenaries, there was currently no sign of the APC moving or anyone entering the vehicle at any time.

Whilst the captain and the armoured soldier looked to the exit, Doran looked over to the robot, looking him up and down.
"Not too often we see robots 'round here, eh?"

SH308 looked back at Doran.
"Most Synthetics are deployed to different sectors. I, however, have been equipped specifically for these types of missions. The number of Synthetics in this sector is quite low, making the odds of finding one 327,984 to one."
Shadow looked back at the captain and the armored soldier, analyzing them.

The captain, although an average looking human being, had abnormally calm and controlled mannerisms. He was very well groomed, his synthetic eyes scanning both SH and Doran imperiously whilst dusting off parts of his very smart yet restrictive military suit. Scanning for his name would give nothing.

The armoured man did have a name: Tiko De Mouyv. He was about a foot taller than the captain, which probably wasn't from his armour considering it was fairly light, other than the bulking shoulder plates he had. He had a number of scars on his face, but they were only minor and made it look like he'd had a rabid cat attack his face. "Now he's probably another mercenary," Doran muttered to himself. "Got the look of a guy who doesn't care shit for anything but his own pockets." The captain gave Doran a stern, cold look as if he heard exactly what he said.