RPG Metal Gear Solid: Snake Eyes [M -SLV]

[Talon]

[center][size=4][color=darkslategray][b]Prologue[/b]
[u]Boot Camp Blues[/u][/center][/color][/size]

[color=slategray][i]Seven recruits stood at attention before Command Harrier. Vae, Livewire, Scope Falcon, Auto Viper, Zero Magnum, Blade Raptor, and Phantom Panther. No names, just codes. No emotions, just duty. Command Harrier looked at them all skeptically, as if this ragtag bunch of kids could never accomplish the mission before them. He sighed and pulled out a pack of Luckies, lighting one up and standing before the recruits. Indeed, it was going to be a long, long year.[/i][/color]

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[color=darkslategray][size=1][i]Tactical Espionage Action[/i][/size]
[size=5][u]Metal Gear Solid[/u][/size]
[size=3]Snake Eyes [/size][/color]
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[color=slategray][i]Phantom Panther cringed as he felt the bullet pierce his Stealth Suit's left leg, but ignored the pain, as he had been forced to do many times this first week. Training was rough, moreso because of the ban placed on his natural stealth abilities. In this training exercise, that was especially hurtful.

Panther grimaced as he remembered that particular rule. Under no circumstances was he, to use his abilities. Solid Snake had infiltrated this island once during a real hostile takeover, Panther could sure as hell infiltrate Shadow Moses as a training exercise without them, too. He sighed and quickly stirred the blood-stained snow, crounching down into the shadows of a large oak as the once-red powder changed back to its natural gray-white. He raised his right hand to his ear, activating his Codec and tuning it to channel 141.97.[/i]

"This is Vae."

"Vae, what's the layout? I just got hit by a PSG-1, sixty degrees to the right of my position."

[i]There was a brief pause before Vae's voice crackled to life in the Codec again.[/i]

"You've got the comm. towers a hundred meters in that direction, Panther. My advice is get out of the canyons before Mr. Kitty becomes dogfood."

[i]Panther glared in what he hoped was the general direction of the demolitions expert and changed the frequency on his Codec, hailing Scope Falcon, even though she was right next to him.[/i]

"This is Falcon. What do you need, bossman?"

"Don't call me that, Falcon. Get a bead on that sniper on the tower, if you can find him, and take him out."

[i]The sound of a paintball discharging from Falcon's rifle gave him the answer he needed to his unspoken question. He could feel her smirking through the Codec as he signalled the members of his squad to move out.

Briefly, as his leg's injury twinged and stung even as his nanos hurried to heal it, he cursed the deities that decreed his team could only used paintballs and paint-grenades/Semtex instead of the live ammo and explosives their opponents were using.

He pulled out a Lucky and lit it, knjowing from his Soliton radar that there were no guards around in this area of the Shadow Moses replica left to discover his position from the smoke. He released a puff.[/i]

"Livewire, take out the door locks and get us into the tower. Falcon, keep an eye on our retreat path. Raptor, when Livewire gets the door open, you and I do the swing and fling. Vae, Viper, Magnum, autonomous action, but keep an eye out. We need to get to the roof, nine levels up. Move!"[/color]

[Chaos]

"Copy that, sir."

Vae listened as the others confirmed orders. The world seemed to crawl by the lens of the scope he peered from, resting within a snow bank, his M82A1's barrel the only thing to welcome a wandering eye. Even now, buried under snow, he could see, as if by a remote camera, the actions and reactions of his team's insertion to the "hostile" territory. With a round going off from the sniper, someone would radio in for a report. Gunshots can be heard for miles in the dead of night. An investigation would be launched, a "dead" sniper would be found, and the entire area would be seething with guards.

"Sir, do you copy? Over."

Vae sounded bored, oddly enough, even though his eyes were constantly twitching at the slightest flick of movement the wind created.

"Go ahead, Vae," Phantom Panther replied.

"Might wanna tell someone to pop some fizz and get their communications down until we can enter the building. And want me to keep scanning the treeline?"

"Copy that, Vae. Over and out," Phantom said, a tone of authority in his voice.

"One more thing," Vae said, and unconsciously smiled.

"Go ahead, Vae."

"Got those thermoscans, sir," Vae chuckled. "And it looks like one hell of a party in there."

"Copy that, Vae. Remain in position until chaff clears and we have clear entry."

"Ten-four, sir."

Vae adjusted his grip on his rifle's handle, and moved, ever-so-slowly to gain a better eye of the far side of the canyon.

[SilverCyclone]

*EDIT* Sorry about that Legacy. I was out of it last night*

Viper sighed, staring at the west side of the Comm. Tower. A few guards, who he yearned to shoot, but he sat tight. No point in exposing himself. A wandering eye would only see a bush on a snowdrift, but he was staring out of the roots with his goggles, covered in snow and the bush he had pulled up.
"Viper, whats your status?"
"Bored as hell..."
"Viper..."
"Five guards on the west side. Armed with FAMAS and grenades. There were six, but one gave me trouble. I put him away and took his radio. Are we gonna do something soon chief?"
"Livewire is opening the door. Move in when I give you the ok. And dont call me chief."
"Whatever you say chief. I'll stay put for now. Oh, and chief?"
"Yeah?"
"I have to go the bathroom. Can I call a timeout?"
"...."
Viper chuckled as the frequency cut off. He shifted slightly, still staring at the west wall. His guns were held in front, near his face, and he periodically checked them to make sure they werent freezing on him.

[Ezekiel]

[COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1]Falcon smirked as she backed up slowly, keeping her eye glued to the path from her hiding spot behind a large snow bank. She heard Panther behind her, his radio crackling with messages. He shot her a glare that screamed the message [I]'Get the hell down, moron'[/I], not that Falcon ever listened to the wonderful Phantom, he knew it, too. She just smiled and waved, giving his leg a look before shaking her finger in the way a mother would scold a child. Panther looked as if he was ready to throttle her. He probably would have, too, if the enemy hadn't just thrown a grenade.

[B]"All units get down! Live grenade! I repeat. Get down!!"[/B]

Panther threw himself over towards Falcon, taking the two of them through a snow bank, landing in a large pile of frost and snow just in time to hear an explosion and watch snow and dirt rain from the small crater. Falcon sighed in relief as Panther sat up, knocking some soil from his uniform. Falcon laughed nervously and shrugged, a silly grin on her face as she untangled herself from her commander.

[B]"I'll keep a closer eye out next time..."[/B] she said timidly before turning to where she was supposed to be watching, cringing from the cold stare of Panther's eyes boring into her back.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Gavin]

[SIZE=1][I]Livewire had been watching the exchange silently, his eyes consistently moving trying to catch a glimpse of any possible trace of the enemy. The banks of snow made them stand out against the background, however in the right conditions it could turn into an advantage, he crouched low to the ground, the freezing cold of the snow making him grimace internally, sighing he moved on quickly, his objective was to get those doors disabled. His left hand rested against his taser, even though his radar told him the area was clear, it wasn?t paranoia that make Livewire do this, it was simply a case of being prepared. The snow crunched beneath his feet as his moved, he could see lights coming from the complex indicating he wasn?t far from his target, he moved his right hand to his radio, quietly activating it.[/I]

[b]Livewire:[/b] Sniper Falcon this is Livewire, any enemy activity near the doors ?

[b]Sniper Falcon:[/b] Livewire this is Falcon, negative the doors are clear.

[I]The doors were now only a couple of meters from his present position, his taser had since been removed from it?s holster, apart from his own footsteps there was no indication of any enemy movement. He continued quickly, his peripheral vision still watching for even the slightest oddity, as he reached the doors he could see the locking mechanism wasn?t all that high-tech, quickly removing his tool pack he began work. With fifteen seconds the door was open and Livewire smiled silently to himself, obviously Falcon had been watching as his radio echoed her voice.[/I]

[b]Sniper Falcon:[/b] Finished ?

[b]Livewire:[/b] Let?s move.

[I]Silently he darted through the doors, his taser was now set to stun and kept at eye level, ready for use, should the need arise. Quickly the other members of the team moved through the door, Livewire and Panther exchanged silent nods, the former being the oldest on the team. The three moved up the stair, Livewire leading the way with Raptor watching their six, the tower was inhabited and they?d have to be careful to keep their presence unknown until the very last second. Sticking close to the walls he manoeuvred his way towards the top of the tower, their footsteps sounded silently off the metal stairs, he could see clouds of greyish smoke, as well hear conversation, indicating that they were right upon their target.[/I][/SIZE]

[Blayze]

There were two guards in the area. They were moving along a standard patrol route. Simple. Blade Raptor drew his high frequency blade that was his namesake, and moved in silently. Panther and Harrier didn't like over-the-top use of violence, something with which Raptor didn't believe in at all, but he changed the frequency of his blade to stun rather than kill anyway. No point in getting the superiors angry.
He ran up behind the first silently, and covered his mouth with one hand, drawing the blade across his throat with the other. The frequency of the blade knocked him out cold, and Raptor lowered him to the ground, and moved the slumped body into the shadows. He moved, again silently, to the second man, and used the same maneuver on him. They were now completely incapacitated, and the coast was clear.
Raptor signalled to the team members behind him, and they moved out. they spread, and Panther congratulated Raptor quietly. He acknowledged, but said nothing.

[Talon]

[color=slategray][i]Panther looked silently up the stairwell, noting with disdain that there were no cameras lining the walls. Panther shook his head and slowly, carefully began picking his way up the stairwell, the rest of the team excluding Vae entering the tower behind him.

Panther trained his senses, closing his eyes and navigating by touch, focusing on his sense of smell, his exceptional hearing, and Vae muttering in his Codec about where Panther should place his feet. The rest of the group followed as silently as possible, but Panther cringed every time he heard Magnum's holster creak, or the chamber of Falcon's rifle rattle. He sighed, keeping himself as silent as possible. Life was unf-

Panther swore as his Soliton radar shut down, a red alert symbol taking its place on his heads-up display. He looked around as another bullet pierced his left leg. He looked up, finding a gatling gun camera in a niche in the elevator shaft. He lifted his Beretta, relasing a single, silenced round into the lens and limping as fast as he could up the stairs, drawing one of his wakizashi and holding it ready in his left hand.[/i]

"We're spotted! Vae, eye on the surface out there! Magnum, Viper, cover our asses! Falcon, Livewire, keep to the center and provide support if needed! Raptor, up front with me, NOW!! Keep an eye out for cover or shadows, get outta sight when you can. MOVE IT!"

[i]A round of hasty affirmatives met his ears as he wrapped his bandanna around his wounded thigh, holstering his Beretta and readying his FAMAS automatic in his right hand. This was gonna get rocky, and fast. He kept his wakizashi low and turned it around, so as not to use a killing blow by accident.

He knew he shouldn't have mouthed off to Harrier that morning.[/i][/color]

[Ezekiel]

[COLOR=Green][SIZE=1]Falcon turned quickly to see Panther's blood stain his bandanna; she cringed inwardly and cursed about not sensing anything sooner. She backed up against Livewire and he nodded, keeping a close eye around them as the two backed to a wall, keeping away from enemy fire.

Panther was being reckless yet again, he was injured twice but he didn't stay back, Falcon admired him for that and found herself slipping into a state of unawareness, what a mistake that was.

She heard the harsh whistle of a bullet as it sped dangerously close to her ear, another few inches and it would have been fatal. Livewire spun and tried to pull his comrade out of the way but the enemy fire was too fast and within a split second, Falcon was down with a bullet in her side.

She wheezed and curled up, clutching at the wound in her side. Livewire swore and kneeled down, dragging her behind some rubble for protection. He took out his radio and was about to tell Panther when Falcon stopped hi, shaking her head.
[B]"You go ahead and help him, I'll be okay here by myself."[/B]

She reached out and clutched at her sniper rifle, giving Livewire a weak smile. As much as he didn't like the situation, he nodded, keeping his taser high and at the ready before jogging up to the rest of the group.

Falcon sighed and groaned, sinking as low as possible, her back pressed against the cold rubble while her chest heaved. She removed her hand from the wound t her side, bad mistake. Blood had stained her suit and gloves and if she weren?t careful it would get infected easily in these conditions.

She looked to the ceiling and sighed as the enemy fire died down, obviously the group was far enough ahead and she wasn?t counted as a threat any more. She closed her eyes and an image of Panther broke through her pain-clouded mind, at least for those few seconds she could smile.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Chaos]

Even with ink cartridges, the M82A1 bucked hard under the snowdrift, sending ovals of green phosphorescent paint hurtling through a cold winter and into warm BDUs. Three shots fired, three men stopping in their tracks.

The door to the communications tower was closed, but not locked. If the strike team had any chance or need of retreating, the ground floor would have to be secure. When Vae heard the orders from Phantom Panther, he instantly changed. His bored, mild attitude vanished as his right eye squeezed shut in favor of his left peering down his scope. Blood roared through his body and with it adrenaline as well. His muscles tightened up as his one open eye gained a flash of rage.

Five more shots rang out, snow being thrown from the mound due to the force of the gun's recoil. Four men dropped their weapons and took a knee, with the exception of the fifth soldier that ran along. He managed to slip a little just as Vae's round darted past.

Vae pulled his rifle along, marking his bead some feet ahead of his target. This one wasn't going to get away. This one got lucky.

With a shattering blast, the hammer collided with a large, brass shell and the resulting explosion sent an otherwise-round ball into an almost gelatinous blob. With unnerving accuracy, the semi-hard round slammed stunningly forcefully into the ear of the remaining soldier just as he was a few yards from the entrance of the communications tower. Mixed in with neon green was a tint of crimson.

Vae could only smile as he heard the tinny screams over the cold, dead air.

Then he heard the diesel engine. He turned slowly within his little mound, and saw the flatbed carrying some twenty men with heavy weapons. M60s, M240s, SR-25s, and even a few M16A2s. It was going down a particularly crisp trail of tire marks, a low spot in the canyon where the snow did not sink and slip as much as on a rise up higher. It had been used three times today. Once to shuttle an electrician, again to bring a few guards, and now.

Vae sneered at the sheer idiotic predictability of his superiors. Command Harrier might be in charge of this field operation, but his captains knew nothing of counter-surveillance.

Taking out the small detonator clipped at his waist, he slid down the safety lock and flipped open the cover that protected the firing trigger. A twitch of the finger at the right moment sent twin explosions on either side of the flatbed, showering it and its occupants in bright paint, a sign showing that the claymores buried in the thin snow would have killed an entire squad of men instantly.

"No problem down here, sir. A walk in the park..."

[Talon]

[color=slategray][i]Panther used what strength he had to pick the unconscious Falcon up, having reached her just as she finted from the blood loss. He used a spare bandanna to stop the bleeding as best he could, then threw her over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. As he held her, he heard her mumble something that sounded like "phantom", but shook it off.

He kept his FAMAS trained upwwards, firing a few neon rounds every few seconds while Viper fired a steady stream down the stairwell. Panther sighed, pulling a grenade and hurling it up the stairs.[/i] "FIRE IN THE HOLE!"

[i]Neon paint decorated a whole section of the stairwell, and without warning the alarm system ceased blaring. Panther's Soliton radar returned to functionality, revealing that there were no more personnel to worry about for a good while. Kit took that at face value and set Falcon down.[/i] "Squad, open communications. Livewire, Falcon and I need medical attention. Viper, Magnum, Raptor, keep your eyes peeled. Vae, we'll be needing a heads up in case of a nasty surprise."

[i]After receiveing his affirmatives, Panther settled in to Livewire examining his leg while he gave Command Harrier a call on frequency 140.85.[/i]

"Alright, Commander, we're in the tower. Updates on the location of the 'football'?"

"Panther, your mission update is as follows. Recover the dummy nuke in the Blast Furnace, decapacitate the anti-FOXHOUND personnel beyond the communications towers, and report to the Comm. Tower B helipad for evacuation."

[i]Panther did a small doubletake at the mention of anti-FOXHOUND personnel, but demanded no clarification. For all he knew, it'd be a bunch of Snake wannabes with rocket launchers and Soliton radars.

Panther closed communications and looked at the now-waking Falcon, an odd twinge piercing his hardened emotions. Panther shook it off; he didn't need weak things like feelings to get in his way.[/i][/color]

[Ezekiel]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=Green]Falcon groaned and lifted a hand to her forehead, feeling a somewhat damp film of sweat on her skin. She coughed weakly and flickered her eyes open to see Livewire smiling down at her, his hand at her side, stitching up the small wound that had been caused. She winced as the needle pierced her skin for the final stitch before Livewire snipped the thread and patted her head gently, nodding reassuringly.

[B]"You were lucky, Falcon, the bullet didn't actually do too much damage on the inside. You should remember to thank them back at the armoury."[/B]

Falcon nodded weakly and propped herself up on her elbows, looking out of the corner of her eye she could see Phantom giving her an edgy look, his wounds now properly bandaged. She looked up at his face and saw the same emotionless expression that he always held. She frowned and shuffled over so that she was sitting next to him, looking straight at him.

The young man looked the other way, frowning, [B]"What?"[/B]
Falcon sighed and grabbed his chin, turning his face so that she could look directly at him,
[B]"Why must you always act like you have no emotions, you may be strong but you're still human."[/B]

Phantom slapped her hand away and looked down, [B]"Why must you always act like you care?"[/B][/COLOR]

[B]OOC Angst...angst...fluffy emotions![/B][/SIZE]

[Gavin]

[size=1]Just a quick question Legacy, are our opponents using paint balls or live ammunition for this exercise ? I?m just slightly confused as you?ve been hit by two round of live, and yet the vast majority of the time it appears to be paint filled munitions we?re using. I know mine and Jamie?s posts don?t match exactly but I wrote this before I had a chance to read her?s.

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[I]Livewire moved quickly across the neon-coloured terrain to reach his team-mates, as the only member with any medical knowledge he was the designated medic for the squad. He gritted his teeth in pain but made no sound, a large gash ran along the upper part of his left arm, a bullet that had narrowly missed it?s intended target, he?d managed to stop the bleeding and wrapped up the wound with medical gauze and a bandage. Several ?enemies? lay face down in the ground, their bodies showing bright green paint at some point, Falcon and Panther had been hit during the exercise although Falcon had the more serious wound. His taser had since been returned to its holster, the radar seemed clear and the chances that there were enemies in the immediate sector was negligible, his footsteps sounded off the snow as he ran, leaving their impression in the whitish-green earth. He reached the two, his attention immediately drawn to the blood stained bandanna wrapped around Falcon?s midsection, Panther had been hit in the leg twice though he could tend to that later.

He drew out a small vial from the case and removed some of the clear liquid using a syringe, locating a vein in her mid arm Livewire injected some of the sedative so he could work on removing the bullet. This was well beyond his usual training although he wasn?t going to balk this and let her die, he nodded to Panther and removed the makeshift bandage, Falcon groaned in pain as fresh blood ran from the wound to the frost-covered ground. Removing a pair of medical forceps, as well as a scalpel Livewire began to probe the wound to try and find the bullet, the shot had hit her pretty far out to her side meaning that it wasn?t near any vital organs, her back was also free of a wound meaning it hadn?t exited the body. He drew in a sharp breath as he found the bullet, it was pretty deep but using the forceps he managed to retrieve it, removing more morphine from the vial he administered some more to Falcon before starting to treat the wound. The bullet had been small enough in calibre, tossing it aside onto the ground he removed some more medical gauze and bandages, the blood flow had been reduced by a large factor since he had removed the round. Clamping down on the source of the blood flow he prepared to close up the wound.

Patching the wound with the gauze he wrapped the medical bandages round her waist as tight as he could, Falcon coughed indicated they were tight enough, Livewire wiped some of the sweat from his forehead, he definitely didn?t want to go through that again. She glanced at his shoulder to which he merely shrugged, helping her up they exchanged glances before he moved onto Panther, his suit was stained with blood although the two lacerations themselves were not all that serious looking, Panther had already taken a dose of the morphine as Livewire had instructed while he had worked on Falcon. One of the bullets had cut right across his upper calf, which meant it was just a simple case of patch and bandage, the other in his thigh was slightly deeper although it took wasn?t severe. After a number of minutes Livewire stood up to survey both patients, Panthers nanites would be able to have him right as rain soon, Falcon on the other had was still fairly white looking, she?d lost quite a bit of blood but Livewire?s pack wasn?t equipped for blood transfusions.[/I]

[b]Livewire:[/b] We should hold up here for a while, get some energy back after the firefight.

[b]Panther:[/b] Negative we have to press on with the mission, the football is in motion and we need to get to the evac point.

[b]Livewire:[/b] [[I]Sighing[/I]] Alright then I suggest that you and the rest of the team head on while Falcon and I guard your six. I?m not sure she?s ready to be involved in another firefight, that round and the sedative will make her a little groggy.[/size]

[Chaos]

Kane, our squad has simple paint rounds, but this is a live-fire exercise. Meant to keep us at a disadvantage. It's actually used quite often in the military. By the way, with my exception, we're inside the first communications tower. =)
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"Sir, do you copy?"

Panther pressed his right finger to the corresponding ear and replied.

"I'm picking up some scrambled transmissions down here. Sounds like air traffic."

"What's the payload?" Phantom Panther, begrudged, asked, a small curl on the left of his mouth.

"Can't confirm, sir, but in this weather, a plane would most likely frost over, and most choppers would, too," Vae rattled off, while thinking in his head. "Given the storm, temperature, location, altitude...I'd have to say either an AH-64 Apache or a RAH-66 Comanche."

"What would you say the chances are that they'll have one in the air?" Panther questioned, voice still dripping with aggravation.

"Well, since we're using paint rounds, there would be a very limited chance that we'd do damage to the thing," Vae muttered, realizing now that they were practically taunting Command Harrier to launch air support. "So I'd recommend a cautious approach. I'll keep an eye on the satellite scans, but right now, there's nothing within four miles in the air."

"...Right. Do that, Vae."

"Don't shoot the messenger, sir."

[Talon]

[color=slategray][i]Panther checked on Livewire and Falcon once more before nodding, his nanites already patching up the wounded leg. Panther stood up and tapped the side of his head, indicating that he should get a constant stream of feedback. he then pointed at the two of them, and out the door of the Comm. Tower A, towards Comm. Tower B, across the roof. Livewire nodded, and Panther turned away, opening communications.[/i] "Squad, we're moving out. We're crossing the roof, going down Tower B's elevator shaft, and we'll meet with vae in the snow field at the bottom of the shaft. Once we're there, we'll take a short breather and plan our assault on the blast furnace."

[i]With that, Panther pulled out a Lucky and lit it, opening the roof door and walking casually over to the Comm. Tower B's rooftop door, slinging his FAMAS overhis shoulder and signalling his team to follow, his Soliton radar completely blank with the exception of the guys following him.

Panther blew a puff from his nostrils, palming one of his wakizashi in a backwards grip, blade facing inwards. An Apache or a Comanche. Both were hardass attack choppers. Panther thanked God, not for the last time, that Vae was on his side. He too another hit of his cigarette as Magnum, Viper, and Raptor entered Comm. Tower B, spurning the elevator in favor of the stairwell. Panther sighed, popped a chaff grenade, and held his guts in as the familiar sick sensation he associated with a disruption of his bioelectric field took place. He wished he could tell the guys, but it was "need-to-know".

He hated Harrier, and he knew the bastard knew it.[/i][/color]

[SilverCyclone]

Viper moved up the stairwell, heading up first because of his natural tendency to shoot all over the place. If the others were ahead, and a guard appeared, he would probably shoot them in the back on accident. He moved swiftly, never lowering his guns. The chaff gave him a...tingly feeling all over. He moved upwards a few levels at a time, aware of the others right behind him. He saw several cameras, but so far the chaff was keeping them occupied. He paused at the next level, waiting for the others to catch up. He turned to panther.
"Chief, three guards up there. Two armed with FAMAS, looks like the third may have some stun grenades. Should I take them out, or would you like to initiate a more cowar-I mean, quieter approach?"
He was purposefully mocking his preference for stealth, but he did it so often, he doubted if Panther even noticed anymore. Viper checked his guns, waiting for commands. He may not get along with his superiors, but none of them could doubt his skill and value.
"You should probably make your mind up quickly, as the chaff will wear out, and we're under a camera."
"Are there any up there?"
Viper dodged his head out, then whipped it back.
"Cant get a clear view, but looks like its clean."

[Blayze]

Raptor moved silently across the ground, his footfalls making absolutely no sound whatsoever on the ground. The guards were up ahead. He leapt and grabbed onto a railing above him, and flipped off, landing silently on the ground behind the first guard, knocking him out and stunning the second as well. The third, however, turned and saw him moving. He fired a few rounds of his weapon at the movement, and hit Raptor in the arm and the leg. Raptor's rage took over, and he sliced the guard across the chest and once across the face. He fell to the floor, but as the blade's frequency was only set to stun, the guard was mostly unharmed. He dragged the guard's bodies, with the help of Panther, to the shadows and dropped them off there. He sat quietly in the shadows and bandaged up his wounds. Luckily they were only flesh wounds, but they hurt like hell anyway.

[Chaos]

"Ease up, soldier, its all fun and games until someone loses an eye."

Vae smiled at his own childish joke while kept his eyes sweeping and his SOCOM raised. The uniformed soldier before him muttered a few curses, and wiped some of the green paint from his forehead, clearing his goggles.

Vae walked slowly, both hands placed on his weapon, left hand on the handle, with his right cupped under his left. The LAM was off, but his aim was dead on without a pinpoint laser. His M82A1 was slung across his back horizontally, held in place by the wrap-around pack that matched his snowdrift motif field uniform.

He walked quietly, yet quickly, around the towers. He had found a way on the LANDSAT scans, through the thick forest. He came out just fifty meters from the tree line and remade his mound of snow swiftly about the time the fire team began to descend the second tower. He set up his M82A1 on its legs, and gently opened his laptop. He ran a thermo diagnostic and radio scan and about the time his squad emerged, just as he heard a distant shot.

"COVER!" he shouted in the pale night, not thinking quickly enough to go over the radio.

Luckily, his voice carried far enough to his team, but also to his unseen enemies. A hail of gunfire and shells met the squad. Thankfully, there were a few oaks and snow mounds, and they gained defilade. A muffled explosion shattered the side of the tower, collapsing a pile of debris over the doorway, and lead peppered the area.

Vae heard a beep, and looked to his laptop.

"Shit. Shit, shit shit," he said, in pure disbelief. "Sir... We have a tank out there. And a shy over half a dozen infantry. Heavily armed. I can't get a clear shot from this vantage point."

"Any ideas, team?" Panther said, not bothering to hide his anger.

[Talon]

[color=darkslategray]"Any ideas, team?"

[i]This was not good. Withering anti-personnel fire, heavy artillery, and grenade rounds were one thing, but that plus an M1A1 Abrams tank was another thing entirely. Panther barely hid his fury as he raised his weapon, taking sight of one of the anti-FOXHOUND personnel, a woman with a heavy machine gun, prone on a white blanket in the snow. She was decorated lime green an instant later.

Panther had never expected his question, spoken in angry sarcasm, to be taken seriously. Both Raptor and Auto Viper dove from their cover, drawing their respective weapons and attempting to take out the tank.

A low, repetetive whirring, like air being chopped rapidly, made itself evident just as they dove. Panther paled and raised his weapon to the air.

Time seemed to slow down for Vae, Magnum, and Panther as an AH-64 Aache attack chopper flew over their position just as Viper and Raptor took their third steps across the compound towards the Abrams. It hit an arc and turn about as they hit their fifth. Halfway to the tank, the chopper opened fire on the two exposed FOXHOUND units.

Panther screamed as hollow-point bullets, unusual ammunition in an attack chopper, tore open their chests and shredded their innards. Even before they hit the ground, Harrier's voice could be heard on a public address system.[/i]

"ABORT! ABORT! THIS EXERCISE IS A FAILURE! DAMNIT, PANTHER, I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO KEEP THEIR JETS COOL! GET YOUR ASS BACK TO BASE, NOW! HALBERD, CALL IN THE BACKUP RECRUIT! MOVE IT!"

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[i]Phantom Panther stood up and looked outside, ten days' growth of stubble affecting his normally pristine complexion. Of course, ten days confinement in camp detention centers without the luxury of a razor would do that to a man. He blinked in pain as the door opened and his handcuffs were removed. His gaze focused on Harrier.[/i]

"My men?"

"Dead."

"My team?"

"Falcon's recovered completely, Vae's his usual self, Magnum's withdrawn, and Livewire's beating himself up. And you, of course, are just returning from a stay in Shit Central. Get your ass back the the bunker and yank your team off their vacation stay, there's a new team member you need to meet."

[i]Panther turned and mae his way towards the snowed-in cabin at the far-end of the compound to reaquaint his team with him as Harrier called over his shoulder.[/i]

"You're lucky they died so damn soon in the training. Gives you time to integrate the new guy flawlessly. NOW MOVE IT, ASSWIPE!!!"

[i]Panther ambled on, seething just a little at Harrier's bullshit.[/i][/color]

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SilverCyclone, Blayze, I apologize, but I have no choice but to pull you from this RPG, hence your characters' deaths. Perhaps, next time you join a TACTICAL RPG, you'll keep in mind that when there's nobody on the radar, and stealth is the key, that there's NOBODY ON THE RADAR.

You're up, Hibiki.

[Ezekiel]

[SIZE=1][B]OOC I'm going to basically recap some stuff so as not to interfere with the introductions, if that's okay with you, Mr Legacy ^_~[/B]

[COLOR=Green]Falcon grumbled in her state of half awareness, the voices of her team mates barely audible through her ear mufflers. She brought a hand to her eyes, shielding them from any light that penetrated the dank room. Her bunk was less than comfortable, but it was a damn site better than what she knew Panther would be in. She sighed as her thoughts drifted to that horrific exercise that had gone so horrible wrong.

She cursed quietly to herself, Livewire was trying to shift the blame to him, but Falcon knew it was all her fault for being so damned careless. Panther had always said that the battlefield was no place for a city girl...how Falcon regretted admitting he was right.

She remembered the anguished screams as bullets ripped through the crisp air. She and Livewire had been far enough away so they didn't see anything, but the piercing cries of pain and the sound of speeding ammunition was enough to tell them that the day had turned for the worse. Both had lowered their heads to the ground, a single tear escaping Falcons eye as dread washed over her, she remembered one sentence that Livewire had muttered,
[I]"Panther wouldn't die..."[/I]

The sound of rusty hinges creaking slowly pulled Falcon from her musings. She shivered and pulled her covers around her bare thighs, her shorts only covering the first half. Vae always said that the heating was too high in this damn room, no wonder the new recruits always came down with colds. Falcon couldn't help but smile as Panther walked through the door, the sound of snow crunching against boots not far behind him. She gave a halfhearted wave and he nodded slowly,
[I]'Damn...he needs a shave....'[/I][/COLOR][/SIZE]

[Guest KairuHibiki]

OOC: Placing my bio up for others referance.

Real Name:
Kyle David Koryu

Codename:
Shou Kai

Translation: God Destroyer. Responds mainly to Kai.

Rank:
Offically; Unassigned, classified as deceased. Unoffically; Squad Co-Leader, First Lieutenant, Special-Ops

Serial Number:
031-8

D/O/B:
02/21/81 (Twenty-nine years of age)

Special Skill:
An expert at entering and exiting places undetected. However, his true gift comes in combat. He possesses a keen mind, and razor sharp reflexes. Able to think very quickly and precisely in the heat of battle. He is a master of the sword, most noteably, a No-Dachi, or Great Katana. He is also an expert at handguns, a superior marksman with his special Peacemaker. His senses are at their peak, honed through years of training and is able to hear even the most minute sounds, such as someone reloading a weapon from 100 yards away.

Weapon of choice:

[url=http://artillerie.250free.com/No-Dachi.jpg]No-Dachi[/url]

Unlike a traditional katana, a No-Dachi was first created for samurai on horseback because of it's very long blade. This blade for instance stands five foot, six and one half inches from blade tip, to pommel. It is made out of a incredibly durable substance known as Condrite. A mixture of titanium alloy and diamond dust, fused together by the marvels of science. Designed by Kai's specifications, the blade was created to be able to deflect bullets in a skilled persons hands. Very lightweight for it's size, weighing only three and one quarter pounds, and indestructable due to it's construction.

[url=http://artillerie.250free.com/vash_gun_photo.jpg]Peacemaker[/url]

Kai carries two of these unique weapons with him, one on each side at the base of his ribs for quick access. He carries two in the off chance that one is lost or taken from him, however, in desperate times, he won't hesitate to use both at once to clear his way. They are modified Colt Pythons, still using the traditional .45 caliber rounds, but modified to spin with greater force when fired, thus increasing the bullet's velocity and distance. It has also been modified to minimize the vicious recoil of a normal Python. Often refered to as "Mini-Nukes" because of their power.

Apperance:
[img]http://www.animeleague.net/~brokenangelkairu/Kairu.jpg[/img]

Personality:
Shou Kai has a calm presence and is a man of few words, choosing mainly to keep to himself. However, his eyes tell his feeling clear as someone looking through a mirror. However, much like a mirror can have two sides or one, Kai can show one emotion, and have a completely different one. When angered, he becomes withdrawn, more so than usual, and highly focused. Known to make a joke or two, when he feels it's necessary, he'll try and lighten the moods of people around him. But unless you are an ally, don't let your guard down, because he will not hesitate to strike at the most opportune moment.

Past/History:


Special-Ops Officer Database.

[I]Please input username and password...[/I]

Username: Kyle

Password: ******************

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[I]Username and password invalid. Three more attempts before system lock-down... Please input username and password...[/I]

Username: Koryu

Password: *********

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[I]Username and password invalid. Two more attempts before system lock-down... Please input username and password...[/I]

Username: Kyle Koryu

Password: ************

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[I]Password does not match for the username specified. One more attempt before system lock-down... Please input username and password...[/I]

Username: Kyle Koryu

Password: *****

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[I]Access granted. Retrieving information for: Koryu, Kyle. One moment please...[/I]

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[I]File retrieved. Enter command prompt for desired action reguarding this file.[/I]

"View Data Record"

[I]... Initilizing system... Opening file...

Data entry from 04/01 - 12/10 Title: Kyle's Journal[/I]

"Open File - 04/01"

[I]...Opening file... Redirecting...[/I]
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04/20/2001

I've been assigned to my first unit since joining the Army. It's nothing like I expected it to be. My CO, Colonel Jack Richards, is a real prick. He seems to choose me as an "example" to others... I'm not a damn lab experiment on display for everyone to see... I like keeping to myself... instead, he places me on the spot in most cases, saying something along the lines of, "Now watch a REAL soldier do this."

I just wi---

"End journal entry. Goto 06/03"

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06/13/03

I've been asked to take part in a special project due to my current millitary record. However, as to what the project was, they wouldn't specify. All they would tell me is that it is on a need to know basis, and currently, I didn't need to know. Bastards. The whole thing sounds fishy to me... Anyhow, I go in for the first session tomorrow morning.

Why do I have a bad feeling about this?

[I]End journal entry for 06/03. New command, or exit?[/I]
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"Open 06/03-2"

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[I]No such file or directory in the database. New command, or exit?[/I]

"Open 07/03"

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07/03/03

These test they've had us undergo have been strange. In a two week span, i've been given three injections of nanomachines and have gone through gene testing... some new type of millitary test. Some of the others involved in the tests have started acting strangely. One guy litterally snapped and shot two doctors point blank in the head before turning the weapon on himself...

I don't know if I want to go through these tests anymore...

[I]End journal entry for 07/03. New command, or exit?[/I]
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"Exit and reconnect to Government Projects - Gene Therapy test subjects"

[I]Redirecting now...[/I]

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[I]Gene Therapy Research Department. Enter keycode to proceed.[/I]

Key: 0331-5624-998342-098

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[I]Welcome, Colonel Richards. Enter command.[/I]

"Test subject data for Koryu, Kyle. Nano-feed video"

[I]Subject located. Opening now...[/I]
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Date: 04/15/10

[I]Location: A remote forest located 300 klicks from the island known as Zanzibar Land.

Subject: Genome Test Subject: Koryu, Kyle

Status: Unconfirmed, incomplete data

Begin feed...[/I]
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The unit moved slowly through the dense forest. Foilage and other fauna grew in every place imaginable around the group. There were thirteen of them in total. They were to meet a recon party northeast of them, about thirty miles from their current location.

"Sir, all units report that the area is clear." Came the soft voice of a man dressed in millitary attire. He was speaking to another man just to his left, apparently the Squad Commander.

"Of course it's clear, Koryu... This is neutral space." The other whispered back.

"Well... If this is a neutral zone, sir... Why are we whispering?" Kyle quirked back.

The Lead officer let out a chuckle. "Good point, Kyle..." He responded, still just a whisper.

Kyle had known his Commanding Officer since Boot Camp. His name was Luther Miller. A man just two years older than Kyle himself. His uncle had been someone important in the millitary, however, Kyle couldn't recall his name. They walked along the thick brush for a bit longer, still scanning around as if expecting some surprise attack at any moment. It was their training, and being in neutral space didn't change how they reacted.

After a mile or so, Luther called the unit to a halt and then motioned for then to gather. They all huddled in a loose circle as Miller went over what they were doing.

"Ok, guys..."

"Ahem..." Came a female voice from the left, interrupting Luther in mid sentance. Luther broke off into another quiet chuckle.

"Ok, guys... and Lassandra," he resumed, putting empahsis on ladies and getting a smile from the woman. "We have about 25 miles to go, the recon and extraction party should already be there awaiting our arrival. We get there, we get out of here. Simple as that. Any questions?"

"Yeah... Just what the hell were we supposed to investigate out here in neutral territory?" Kyle asked.

"heh... You were at the briefing, Koryu. You should already know why we are here." First Lieutenant Miller responded.

"Refresh my memory."

Luther laughed and sighed in one breath, "Very well... For Koryu's limited memory skills... I'll go back over it." Luther said, getting a laugh from more than a few members of the team, as well as Kyle himself.

"We were sent here because of reports of strange activity near Zanzibar island. We are to come in and scout around. If we find something, we are to radio HQ and await further orders. If we find nothing, we are to go to the extraction point to be picked up. There, all "refreshed", Koryu?" He finished, smirking.

"Oh yes, great master of all things Bullshit." Kyle mocked, bowing down slightly before Luther and inciting another round of laughter from the squad.

"heh, Good one, Kyle... Anyway, let's move out crew. Lessandra, you take point." Luther said, motioning for the millitary woman to take the lead.

She nodded her head and stood up, slowly moving to the front. As soon as she got out to take the lead, a loud bang was heard, soon followed by Lessandra's body falling backwards. A bullet hole just above her left eye.

"Get to cover!" Luther screamed as he dived behind a tree. The rest of the unit scattered, all taking positions behind one form of cover or another. Trees, bushes, ect were all used as cover to hide from the unknown shooter. Then, the firefight started. Bullets began flying all around the Special-Ops squad like flies. Two members of the team were immedietly picked apart by the hail of lead, one having his leg eviscerated at the hip and over thirty bullets to the chest, the other losing his arm from the elbow down, and the right side of his head.

"Return fire!" Luther called out to the remaining team members. They all peeked around their forms of cover, let off a few rounds, and then retreated back behind cover just as the next shower of bullets flew through, tearing into trees and plants like shears. Kyle's tree was taking a beating. Not much of it remained. One more wave and he'd be joining his one time friends in this forest, now graveyard. Lieutenant Koryu stood slowly, making sure to stay behind cover, awaiting the last of the bullets to zing by before he shot of and dove behind another tree, close to where Luther was, behind a thick oak tree.

"Luther, we can't win this! We have to fall back!" Kyle yelled over his friends return fire.

At this time, four more unit members were gunned down as their cover failed, leaving only Kyle, Luther, and four others.

Miller examined the situation, then nodded before barking out a command. "Unit, fall back! Retreat to the drop point! MOVE IT!"

Lieutenant Miller ran, still low to the ground. As he passed by, Kyle began to shift to follow, but something in his gut told him to stay put. He pushed back against the tree and swerved around to fire off a few rounds before sliding back around the tree. Another round of enemy fire came like a wave through the forest, soon followed by a single cry. Kyle turned around and watched as Luther's body became a spasming ragdoll as bullets pummled his body to pulp. The other four soon followed, leaving only Koryu left. His heart raced in his chest and sweat poured down his face.

Mnutes had passed since another shot had been fired. Kyle could hear the sounds of rustling foilage as the enemy troops moved through slowly. He peeked around very slowly to the left then ducked back. Six enemy soldiers were on the left. He peeked around the right side, repeating the same proceedure. Five soldiers were on the right and were closer to his position than those on the left. He formed a mental image of the enemy layout. Visualized their pattern and speed of approach. Just as the first soldiers weapon came past his view, he sprung out, grabbing the man by the neck and spinning him around, holding him in front of him with one arm around the mans throat as his other used the weapon the enemy carried to fire on his own comrades. He dropped three of the surprised soldiers with his tactic, leaving only one to fire blindly, killing the man Kyle held in front of him. He let go of the body, but held the weapon to fire at the last soldier on the right side, killing him in a hail of bullets from the M-16. The other soldiers came running and Koryu sunk into the bushes, awaiting them to get close.

He reached into his belt and withdrew a small 9mm, fixing a silencer to the end of it. As the soldiers rounded the tree, looking for Kyle, he took their confusion as oppertunity and fired a silenced shot, catching one enemy in the back of the head and flinging him forward. The rest spun around just as Koryu hoped up from the bush and started firing off rounds from the M-16, killing the remaining soldiers. Or so he thought.

Another hail of bullets scoured through the forest, making Kyle retreat back behind his tree. Mounted guns... They were using mounted guns. Two of them. Judging from the devastation they caused through the forest and to his one time squad, they had to be fifty caliber rounds. He glanced around, trying to find another point of cover closer to the gun. Hopefully, he'd be able to get a better view of their placement and how many gurads were with each. He found another large oak tree just fifteen feet from his location. However, getting there would be the hard part. With those fifty caliber guns, he'd never make it five feet, much less fifteen. He'd need a slight diversion.

"Think, Kyle... Think..." He mentally chastized himself, tapping his head back against the large hardwoord. His helmet made a soft clinking noice as it tapped the oak, and suddenly, Koryu had his idea. He removed his helmet, revealing his shaved head of which he ran his hand slowly over the suface, removing the sweat. Crouching low in the rather high grass, he flung the helmet outwards in the opposite direction he wished to go, causing it to bounce and roll across the ground through the grass. Just as he hoped, the mounted guns fired on the helemt. From their vantage point, it looked like someone moving through the grass. As soon as the firing started in the direction of the helmet, Kyle ran low to the ground as fast as he could to the other tree, diving around and scrambling up against it.

His eyes slowly shifted around the bark of the tree, scanning around for the guns. He found them shortly. They were fifty calibers alright, however, they were on minigun emplacements. That would explain their high rate of fire, too. How could he get closer? His mind raced with all sorts of thoughts and ideas, each one playing out fully in his mind. One idea seemed to agree with him. Kyle gazed back around the edge of the tree, examining the soldiers behind the guns. The one shooting was on one knee, the other was on the shooters right, standing in a crouch. The loader. Kyle brough his right hand around the tree and quickly fired off another shot, catching the reloader in the throat. The man aimed the gun and fired in Koryu's direction just as he ducked back behind the tree.

[I]Click

Click

Click[/I]

That sound was music to Kyle's ears as the fifty cal ran out of ammo. Using this, he swung around the tree and fired off several rounds from the 9mm, two bullets caught the man. One to the chest, the other to the face. In either respect, he was dea, and one gun had been removed. That still left the other which was a bit obscured from the vantage point by the gun he was at. Which was both good and bad. Good for the fact that the other gunner hadn't yet learned the fate of his compatriots, bad because Kyle couldn't see them. Koryu knealt down beside the minigun and pulled the clip from his 9mm.

"Four bullets left..." Kyle whispered to himself. His eyes examined the fifty cal chaingun carefully. He noticed the swivel it was placed on and he tried to move it. Kyle smiled at what he found. The gun itself had a limited swivel range. It could only turn about sixty degrees in either direction. So if he came from further beyond that range, they wouldn't be able to fire at him with the guns. Taking a moment to pilfer through the dead soldiers belongings, he found nothing of importance, but did however find another clip for his 9mm. That at least would give him a few more shots if he needed them.

Ever so slowly, he crept through the dense underbrush of the forest as he made his was closer to the second gun emplacement. A loose branch got caught under his feet, snapping and alerting the three minigun soldiers to his presance. The first rushed him and tried to thrust the bayonette through Kyle's chest. He grabbed the rifle by the shaft and spun the man around, the soldiers finger getting caught in the trigger pool and dislocating painfully. Koryu then aimed his 9mm at the second oncoming soldier, placing a bullet dead into the mans head. The third came from the left with a knife, attempting to stab Kyle in his side at the liver. Kyle kicked out and up, catching the man in the windpipe and collapsing it. As the choking man fell, Kyle grabbed the knife from his hand and used it to slit the throat of the soldier he was holding. It was then, Kyle collapsed to his knees, out of breath and covered in blood from his ordeal... Just as the recon team they were supposed to be meeting arrived.
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[I]End of feed. New Command, or exit?[/I]

"Current location of: Koryu, Kyle"

[I]Searching... One moment please...[/I]

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[I]Subject Koryu is deceased. Died from complications after the Zanzibar incident.[/I]
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[I]New Command, or exit?[/I]

"Exit and leave message for Colonel Richards: Koryu sends his greetings"

[I]Sending message to: Richards, Jack...[/I]

[I]Message sent... Shutting down... Have a nice day.[/I]

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OOC: If anything is wrong with this post, please let me know and I shall fix it.

IC:
[I]Ba-bump...

Ba-bump...

Ba-bump...[/I]

Echoed the mans heartbeat in the dimly lit room. In his right hand, he gripped the long handle of his no-dachi. His head was lowered, deep in concentration.

This was a special excersize. Shou Kai's head raised slowly, his once closed eyes opening to look ahead, a deep focus etched in them. With a slight grunt, he stepped on a small plalte next to his right foot... and the fireworks began.

Ahead of him, about twenty feet away, an assault rifle had been placed, attached with wires, a triggering mechanisim to start firing the weapon electronically linked to the plate Kai had just stepped on. The rifle came to life in a hail of bullets, directed straight at Shou.

In an instant, he brought the long blade up into an arch, then again, and again. Faster and faster. A definitive twang resounding through the room as each bullet was deflected off the specially made blade of the no-dachi as it was swung flawlessly through the air in Kai's hands.

"Twenty... twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three..." Came the bald headed mans mental count as he deflected each bullet. A slight slip of the hand, and it happened. A single bullet penetrated his defense, catching Shou Kai painfully in the left shoulder. Kai cringed in pain as he crouched, deflecting one last bullet as he knelt before the assault rifle stopped firing, the barrel smoking.

Sweat slid down the bald headed man's forehead, dripping to the cold floor below him. He set the no-dachi down and brought his right hand up to cover the wound. Already the nanomachines in his blood started repairing the wound, reattaching sinew, muscel, and bone back into their original places.

Shou Kai growled at himself, and once the nanos had finished their job, he stood once more, cleaning the small amount of blood off his hand before taking the sword back up and focusing once more.

After a few moments, he stepped back on the plate and bringing the assault rifle to life once more. Kai's arm moved through the air gracefully. The blade of the no-dachi following along perfectly as each bullet met the same fate against Kai and his sword.

One hundred and seventeen bullets later, the assault rifle made the customary click, click, click of a gun out of ammo. Just as Shou redirected the last bullet, he spun 180 degrees and swung the blade downwards sharply, then flipped it up to rest the no-dachi against his shoulder, his eyes closed once more, standing there in silence, his breathing slow and steady.

A tapping on the bullet-proof glass now in front of Kai, brought him out of his meditation.

"Kai, you've been asked to go to the Armory." Came the mans voice through the comm.

"What for...?" Came Kai's less than enthusiastic response.

"I dunno... I'm just the messenger."

Shou Kai sighed, speaking quietly to himself as he started walking toward the door. "Probably just another training excersise..."

As he exited the chamber, he grabbed a white linen towel from a table nearest the assault room door, using it to wipe off his balde before leaving his training room and heading for the Armory.