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Tech Con Mercenaries
The Backbone of Tech Con's grip on Terra
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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by barney_fife
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ATTENTION: THE FOLLOWING IS CLASSIFIED A-1, AND IS NOT TO BE ACCESSED BY UNAUTHORIZED PERSONNEL
WARNING! MILITARY SOFTWARE DETECTED... A-1 CLEARENCE REQUIRED
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Tech Con Mercenary Loadout
The Tech Con Mercenary
MERCENARY FOOTSOLDIER
The Footsoldier of the Tech Con Resource Development Agency is the bread-and-butter of Tech Con's Private Military Company, these well paid, well trained mercenaries are pulled from all walks of life, and include former Aschen Marines, former Terran Marines, and former combatants from across the Galaxy.
Tech Con's RDA Mercenary:
Governing Branch: Tech Con Group
Training Regimen: 3 Months basic training, 10 Months Advanced Training
Weapon Loadout:
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Type 53,
Designer; Giles Hermaine
Manufacturer; Tech Con Group
Archetype; Disruptor Rifle
Weight; 3.5kg
Length; 32 in
Ammunition Type; Particle Beam w/ Atomic Destabilization Properties
Action; Capacitor-Energize-Discharge
Rate of Fire; 150 rpm
Muzzle Velocity; ~150,000m/s
Selection; Semi
Feed; Microfusion Cell w/ 100 round Capacity
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Type M1 MK III,
Designer; Terrence McGregor
Manufacturer; Tech Con Group
Archetype; Magnetic Assault Rifle (Magnetron III Rifle)
Weight; 25kg
Length; 35.2in
Ammunition Type; 10x17mm Slugs
Action; Linear Induction Motor
Rate of Fire; 250rpm
Muzzle Velocity; 8,000m/s
Selection; Semi, Burst fire, Automatic
Feed; Drum Magazine containing 250 Rounds
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Type 51,
Designer; Robert Alverson
Manufacturer; Tech Con Group
Archetype; Plasma Rifle
Weight; 8.0kg
Length; 32 in
Ammunition Type; Superheated Hydrogen Flouride Plasma
Action; Dual plasma collimator
Rate of Fire; 500 rpm
Muzzle Velocity; 126m/s
Selection; Automatic
Feed; Microfusion Cell w/ 500 Round Capacity
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Type 26T-ER,
Designer; Gabriel Cadena
Manufacturer; Tech Con Group
Archetype; Electric Rifle ('Tesla Rifle')
Weight; 15kg
Length; 37in
Ammunition Type; Electricity (5.5 Million Terajoules of Energy, 1 Billion Volts)
Action; Capacitor-Overload-Discharge-Energize-Charge-Discharge
Rate of Fire; 15rpm
Muzzle Velocity; Instant
Selection; Semi
Feed; Dual Microfusion Cell Containing 500 Shots
Equipment
Rifleman
1x Tan Shirt
1x Black Cargo pants
1x White Ablative Ceramite vest (Can stop 20-30 bullets up to 7.62mm at 30 Yards, or 4-5 Gauss rounds at 100 Yards, 10-15 Energy shots at 50 yards, 1-2 12mm MR Rounds)
1x Black Combat boots
1x Ceramite Helmet (Can stop 1-2 Bullets up to 9mm at 50 Yards, 3-4 Energy shots at 50 yards, ineffective against Gauss and Magnetic weaponry)
1x Type 22 Frequency Oscillation Field Generator (Can stop 100-150 Bullets up to 5.56mm at 10 yards, 50 Bullets up to .50 Cal, 50-70 Energy Shots at 25 Yards, 10-15 Gauss rounds at 100 Yards)
1x Magic Inhibiting Pulse Module (Stops most if not all magical manifestations)
1x Type 53 Disruptor rifle (Directed-Energy Weapon)
15x Microfusion Cells (100 Shots per cell)
1x Type 30 Disruptor Pistol (Directed Energy Weapon)
4x Small Microfusion Cells
1x Orange Shemagh (Multipurpose scarf)
1x Field pack (Backpack)
1x Entrenching Tool Shovel
1x Water Storage System
1x Polarized goggles (Sunglasses-type)
5x Type 08 Plasma Grenades
1x Pair of Water-proof gloves
1x Pair of Ankle pads
1x Pair of Ceramite knee pads
1x Binoculars
1x Subspace Comms Relay
1x Nanotech First aid Kit
Heavy Weapons
1x Tan Camouflage Jacket
1x Black Cargo pants
1x White Ablative Ceramite vest (Can stop 20-30 bullets up to 7.62mm at 30 Yards, 4-5 Gauss rounds at 100 Yards, 10-15 Energy shots at 50 yards, or 1-2 12mm MR Rounds)
1x Black Combat boots
1x Ceramite Helmet (Can stop 1-2 Bullets up to 9mm at 50 Yards, 3-4 Energy shots at 50 yards, ineffective against Gauss and Magnetic weaponry)
1x Type-33 Light Anti-Armor Weapon (Fuel Rod Cannon)
15x 35mm Fuel Rods (5x Boxes)
1x Type 30 Disruptor Pistol (Directed Energy Weapon)
4x Small Microfusion Cells (500 Shots per cell)
1x Orange Shemagh (Multipurpose scarf)
1x Field pack (Backpack)
1x Radiation Containment Pack (Fuel Rod Pouch)
1x Type 22 Frequency Oscillation Field Generator (Can stop 100-150 Bullets up to 5.56mm at 10 yards, 50 Bullets up to .50 Cal, 50-70 Energy Shots at 25 Yards, 10-15 Gauss rounds at 100 Yards)
1x Entrenching Tool Shovel
1x Deployable Frequency Oscillation Shield Generator (Deployable Cover)
1x Water Storage System
1x Polarized goggles (Sunglasses-type)
10x Type 08 Plasma Grenades
1x Pair of Water-proof gloves
1x Pair of Ankle pads
1x Pair of Ceramite knee pads
1x Binoculars
1x Laser Designator
1x Subspace Comms Relay
1x Nanotech First aid Kit
Support
1x Digital Camouflage Jacket
1x Digital Camouflage Cargo pants
1x Digital Camouflage Ceramite vest (Can stop 20-30 bullets up to 7.62mm at 30 Yards, 4-5 Gauss rounds at 100 Yards, 10-15 Energy shots at 50 yards, or 1-2 12mm MR Rounds)
1x Black Combat boots
1x Ceramite Helmet (Can stop 1-2 Bullets up to 9mm at 50 Yards, 3-4 Energy shots at 50 yards, ineffective against Gauss and Magnetic weaponry)
1x Type-52 Directed Energy Support Weapon (Rotary Plasma Cannon)
15x High-Capacity Microfusion Cells (2500 Rounds per Cell)
1x Type 30 Disruptor Pistol (Directed Energy Weapon)
4x Small Microfusion Cells (500 Shots per cell)
1x Orange Shemagh (Multipurpose scarf)
1x Field pack (Backpack)
1x Entrenching Tool Shovel
1x Tripod Mount
1x Deployable Frequency Oscillation Shield Generator (Deployable Cover)
1x Water Storage System
1x Polarized goggles (Sunglasses-type)
5x Type 08 Plasma Grenades
1x Pair of Water-proof gloves
1x Pair of Ankle pads
1x Pair of Ceramite knee pads
1x Binoculars
1x Subspace Comms Relay
1x Nanotech First aid Kit
Team Leader
1x Digital Camouflage Jacket
1x Digital Camouflage Cargo pants
1x White Ablative Ceramite vest (Can stop 20-30 bullets up to 7.62mm at 30 Yards, 4-5 Gauss rounds at 100 Yards, 10-15 Energy shots at 50 yards, or 1-2 12mm MR Rounds)
1x Black Combat boots
1x Ceramite Helmet (Can stop 1-2 Bullets up to 9mm at 50 Yards, 3-4 Energy shots at 50 yards, ineffective against Gauss and Magnetic weaponry)
1x Type-40 Directed Energy Weapon (Plasma Rifle)
20x Microfusion Cells (500 Rounds per Cell)
1x Type 30 Disruptor Pistol (Directed Energy Weapon)
4x Small Microfusion Cells (500 Shots per cell)
1x Orange Shemagh (Multipurpose scarf)
1x Field pack (Backpack)
1x Entrenching Tool Shovel
1x Type 22 Frequency Oscillation Field Generator (Can stop 100-150 Bullets up to 5.56mm at 10 yards, 50 Bullets up to .50 Cal, 50-70 Energy Shots at 25 Yards, 10-15 Gauss rounds at 100 Yards)
1x Deployable Frequency Oscillation Shield Generator (Deployable Cover)
1x Water Storage System
1x Polarized goggles (Sunglasses-type)
5x Type 08 Plasma Grenades
1x Pair of Water-proof gloves
1x Pair of Ankle pads
1x Pair of Ceramite knee pads
1x Binoculars
1x Subspace Comms Relay
1x Laser Designator
1x Nanotech First aid Kit
So begins...
Tech Con Mercenaries's Story
The Mercenaries would slowly lead them out, and then Randin would have his weapons promptly returned to him. "There you go, you know.. Tech Con is willing to sell from the Protein bank, you pay us, we supply unlimited blood to the boy, it'd be a pretty sweet deal, wouldn't you agree?" He said, as another Technician rolled up a 55 gallon drum of blood towards Parson. The blood sloshing in the plastic refrigerated container.
The Men in the base nodded. "Have a nice day! Thank you for choosing Tech Con private detention systems! Helping you detain your criminals!" Then the base door was closed with a loud hiss, Parson no longer Tech Con's problem.
The setting changes from Wing City to Mjötviðr; The Realms
"HIMIV Geryo you are cleared to land." The Voice clacked in a reply as the Tech Con technicians worked the controls and such of the mining facility, waiting to greet the Belkan retinue, there were several mercenaries on the lookout for UCON Assets and Counter Balance. "Your vessels need to approach with caution, and covert, this meeting is to be confidential, this never happened." The Mercenary explained from his position on the radio, one of the gaping hangar bays in the Tech Con mine opening up to welcome the Belkan vessels into the mine, large enough to accompany all of them, to keep them out of sight from prying eyes.
Tech Con Mercenaries were lined up in formation to greet the group, at first glance, anyone with enough smarts could tell this wasn't the Aschen Government, rather this was a Tech Con installation, nestled in the asteroid field.
One of the Mercenary captains approached the three, and extended his hand. "Please, this way." He said inclining his head, making his way through the halls of the mine, which had a fully contained atmosphere, special platforms lowering the vessels into large gaping hangars should they proceed down. Eventually, the three would be led to a large room, Hagan, and Dr. Graystone silently sitting at a large table, the Mercenary captain inclining his head. "Have a seat." He said before leaving.
One of the Mercenary captains approached the three, and extended his hand. "Please, this way." He said inclining his head, making his way through the halls of the mine, which had a fully contained atmosphere, special platforms lowering the vessels into large gaping hangars should they proceed down. Eventually, the three would be led to a large room, Hagan, and Dr. Graystone silently sitting at a large table, the Mercenary captain inclining his head. "Have a seat." He said before leaving.
The setting changes from Mjötviðr; The Realms to Gambit's Bar
Tech Con Mercenaries are poised to strike when the order is given.
The bar door was suddenly thrown open by a group of four Mercenaries clad in white Tech Con RDA Armor, each of them were armed with Type 3a Disruptor rifles and seemed to be pissed about something. Each of the man fanned out within the bar, ignoring the patrons for a moment before the Sergeant pointed to the menu pads. "Seize those.. and those." He said gesturing to the robotic wait staff, the men then fanned out and began to ransack the bar, throwing glasses and drinks to the ground, and taking electronics and other bar property, stuffing them into burlap sacks.
"Leave nothing Aschen made behind." The Lead said as they spread out, one of them pulling out the cash register, dumping it onto the counter and seizing all Aschen currency from inside the bar, while a fourth man made a beeline to the back to crack the safe and seize assets from there.
"Go go go! We have a time limit people!" The Sergeant barked.
"Leave nothing Aschen made behind." The Lead said as they spread out, one of them pulling out the cash register, dumping it onto the counter and seizing all Aschen currency from inside the bar, while a fourth man made a beeline to the back to crack the safe and seize assets from there.
"Go go go! We have a time limit people!" The Sergeant barked.
The Sergeant turned to see the person as she raised her crossbow, of course people didn't think before they fired their weapons, and the canister struck it's target, sending the sergeant flying back in a mist of gore, of course the three other soldiers immediately went into action, with one laying down cover fire in the direction of Catherine Vidall sending bolts of energy hurling towards her with extreme accuracy and precision, the other two continued to gather the items while four more Tech Con mercenaries entered the bar, one of them hefting a rotary plasma cannon onto a table.
"You better get the frak on the ground you little bitch!" He barked, before he revved the rotary weapon.
"You better get the frak on the ground you little bitch!" He barked, before he revved the rotary weapon.
; With another soldier wounded, and everyone keeping their distance from her as to not be impaled by the ring of earth, a second commander spoke up. "We're retaking what belongs to us, OmniCorp are the thieves, now if you continue to engage us we will have no choice but to utilize every methods to neutralize the threat which is you, stand back and we will be out of your hair, the choice is yours." He said, as two more soldiers threw down a Deployable cover, while the one with the rotary plasma cannon's blast shields prevented the wind from doing any damage, the lead soldier waved again, and two more Soldiers came on, one of them with a Mana disruptor, and a second with a Mana inhibition pulse Generator.
The men all stood there and laughed, then he set down the pulse generator, which unleashed a powerful anti-magic pulse in all directions, destroying any magical energies in the area and any enchantments, including rune magic for a short time. It was then one of the men slid a lever forward on his disruptor, he aimed it to the front door and fired, sending a powerful blinding green bolt of light towards the door, once it struck the entire pillar of earth would glow bright green and turn to ash, wafting in the wind. "We'll be taking our leave now." The men had thoroughly ransacked the bar. Papers, napkins, glass and drinks were slung everywhere as they began to walk out of the door, out to their waiting APCs.
Outside the bar a single Toyota HiLux with the traditional white and black color scheme of Tech Con group slowly pulled up to the bar. Once it's engine stopped, four mercenaries jumped down from the back and then they racked their weapons. "Let's ransack this place again!" One shouted as he threw the door of the bar open with his rifle, shouting. "Everyone hit the deck!" He screamed before he unleashed a torrent of blue bolts from his plasma rifle. Then he stepped aside and three other men walked in with weapons drawn. "Anything of value, take it!" He shouted while the sergeant spoke. "On the fucking ground, this is a raid!"
The four mercenaries patrolled the bar for several moments, one of them quickly approaching the bartender (The robots were taken the night prior), shoving his rifle in the man's face he barked. "Empty the register, now!" He shouted, racking his plasma rifle, while a mercenary approached Ilyana. "Money, hand it over now!" He shouted before he moved to kick her on the ground, while the third approached Natalija. "Money, jewelry, goods, hand it over, now!" He shouted, pointing his rifle at her while the fourth began to round up anything he could find. "Finders keepers bitches!" He shouted.
The Mercenaries stared down at Ilyana, she was huddled over something and he could tell, but what? "That's all you got? You poor welfare sucking piece of shit." He barked, moving to strike her with the weapon but stopping in mid swing. "Come on you've got to have more." He said, while the other was rifling through Natalija's wallet. "Nothing of value... terran credits... worthless." He said tossing the wallet back. "How about jewelry, electronics! cough them up!" He barked, while a fifth approached the door, watching for the authorities.
Once the cash register was robbed, and items stuffed in a burlap bag the mercenaries shouted. "You saw nothing, if you go to the police we'll find you!"
Once the cash register was robbed, and items stuffed in a burlap bag the mercenaries shouted. "You saw nothing, if you go to the police we'll find you!"
the four men stared at the Assassin for a moment, their armor should have been obvious, white ceramite with the company logo. "Piss off and drop the weapon or you're going to get a body full of plasma!" He shouted, the lead raising his plasma rifle and aiming it to the Assassin.
The one over Ilyana stared down at her through narrowed eyes. She was grinning, actually laughing at him, or so he thought. "You're going to laugh bitch!?" He shouted before he fired a single shot, a flash of blue light and a smoldering hole in the bar floor. "I'll give you something to laugh about!" He shouted.
By now Hans was the next victim, and would find a plasma rifle aimed at him from one of the heavily armed and armored soldiers adjacent to him. "Hands on your head, punk, anything valuable, drop it on the table before I fill you full of plasma!" He shouted, before a second white HiLux pulled up outside, this one had a rotary plasma cannon mounted in the bed, four more mercenaries were on their way to the bar, armed and armored and ready to fight.
The one over Ilyana stared down at her through narrowed eyes. She was grinning, actually laughing at him, or so he thought. "You're going to laugh bitch!?" He shouted before he fired a single shot, a flash of blue light and a smoldering hole in the bar floor. "I'll give you something to laugh about!" He shouted.
By now Hans was the next victim, and would find a plasma rifle aimed at him from one of the heavily armed and armored soldiers adjacent to him. "Hands on your head, punk, anything valuable, drop it on the table before I fill you full of plasma!" He shouted, before a second white HiLux pulled up outside, this one had a rotary plasma cannon mounted in the bed, four more mercenaries were on their way to the bar, armed and armored and ready to fight.
The mercenary that confronted Hans was standing a good ten feet away, it was amazing the speed and alacrity it took to move ten feet without getting shot, and then attack an armed, trained soldier. The aim was adjusted just slightly, and as Hans dove for cover, the Soldier had decided this little punk was going to die. "Hey, bring in some big guns!" He said, while the two mercenaries that just entered covered the assassin with their plasma rifles. Of course, the mercenaries weren't worried about a 9mm pistol. three inch thick ablative ceramite hardplates could more than stop a bullet, several even.
It was then one of the soldiers waved his hand, the one standing at the door tossed the sergeant a large bulky weapon, he caught it then shouldered it, loading a magazine of five glowing green rods. "You've got a grenade launcher, I've got a fuel rod gun, who'se going to win, now drop the weapon." He said as the holographic targeting reticule lit up. He could bounce the rod off the wall and flood the area with toxic radiation.
"So who has a death wish!?" One of the men bellowed. Everyone was effectively covered by the trained men, each equipped with plasma rifles.
It was then one of the soldiers waved his hand, the one standing at the door tossed the sergeant a large bulky weapon, he caught it then shouldered it, loading a magazine of five glowing green rods. "You've got a grenade launcher, I've got a fuel rod gun, who'se going to win, now drop the weapon." He said as the holographic targeting reticule lit up. He could bounce the rod off the wall and flood the area with toxic radiation.
"So who has a death wish!?" One of the men bellowed. Everyone was effectively covered by the trained men, each equipped with plasma rifles.
The grenade struck the soldier and there was a very familiar sounding 'FWUMP!' as a green blob of light hurled over to the assassin's spot, the bolt arced and then ricocheted off the wall before exploding in a flurry of green light, sending lethal doses of radiation in all directions.
The kunai made their mark, only to be stopped several inches short of striking the man's flesh, a faint white-blue bubble flickered around him before he racked his plasma rifle, and delivered three well placed shots at Sasuke. The aim was precise for a trained soldier, and would be difficult to dodge. The soldier that fired the fuel rod recoiled from his burns, and then discharged another shot with the weapon into the ceiling, flooding that area with radiation, geiger counters would be going nuts by now as fragments of plutonium were hurled in all directions.
The kunai made their mark, only to be stopped several inches short of striking the man's flesh, a faint white-blue bubble flickered around him before he racked his plasma rifle, and delivered three well placed shots at Sasuke. The aim was precise for a trained soldier, and would be difficult to dodge. The soldier that fired the fuel rod recoiled from his burns, and then discharged another shot with the weapon into the ceiling, flooding that area with radiation, geiger counters would be going nuts by now as fragments of plutonium were hurled in all directions.
The men outside in the Technical revved the engine, before the gunner pointed the rotary plasma cannon into the door of the bar, while the fuel rod gunner was crippled by the flash bang, ears would be bleeding and he would be on the ground writhing in disorientation. The others, that weren't so hurt by the grenade knew what they needed to do, Tables were flipped over, and one of them threw down a deployable cover, throwing up a convex forcefield to provide cover, the Fuel rod cannon was now on the ground without an owner, But as the men fanned out, they had to swat the gnat that was Sasuke, while Verhasst covered one of the mercenaries opened fire on the shadow clones. Blue bolts of death leaped from their rifles, searing across the bar and filling it with thick ozone and oxidation.
The wounded were quickly dragged out, while one of the mercenaries came in from outside wielding a large cumbersome rotary plasma cannon mounted on a tripod, putting it on a table, he shouted to Verhasst. "Get down!" Before he began to unload the weapon, sending thousands of plasma bolts in all directions, mowing down anything that was standing up. 'appropriation' soon turned into combat. "Covering fire!" The Plasma gunner shouted as he tried to pin the assassin down with sustained heavy weapons fire.
The wounded were quickly dragged out, while one of the mercenaries came in from outside wielding a large cumbersome rotary plasma cannon mounted on a tripod, putting it on a table, he shouted to Verhasst. "Get down!" Before he began to unload the weapon, sending thousands of plasma bolts in all directions, mowing down anything that was standing up. 'appropriation' soon turned into combat. "Covering fire!" The Plasma gunner shouted as he tried to pin the assassin down with sustained heavy weapons fire.
As the shadow wrapped around the mercenary with the plasma cannon, then began to choke him, he quickly identified it as magic and leaped into action, feeling his belt with his hand he caught the button of his anti-mana pulse disruptor, sending a magic crippling pulse outwards in all directions, the man quickly regained his composure and covered Verhasst by laying down a volley of plasma fire.
There was no suprise as Tech Con manufactured most of the weapons used by the Aschen Military, naturally, Tech Con's private army would be issued similar equipment, if not better equipment. Once the plasma gunner was free, he began to fire plasma into the smokey void, while the other mercs checked for moving targets in the soup.
"There's too much smoke and too much ozone, I can't see anything." One complained, of course with the sheer volume of energy weapons discharge, the interior of the bar would have heated up several degrees.
There was no suprise as Tech Con manufactured most of the weapons used by the Aschen Military, naturally, Tech Con's private army would be issued similar equipment, if not better equipment. Once the plasma gunner was free, he began to fire plasma into the smokey void, while the other mercs checked for moving targets in the soup.
"There's too much smoke and too much ozone, I can't see anything." One complained, of course with the sheer volume of energy weapons discharge, the interior of the bar would have heated up several degrees.
The men had enough of the stupidity, with magical beings running amock, so the decision to withdraw was made, taking their burlap sacks and letting out cover fire, they filed out the front door of the bar and towards their armored vehicles. Pursuit would be fruitless and result in more casualties. They took their loot and ran, as was the original plan until idiots made it complicated. Once they filed out, with a few wounded, the two technicals burned rubber and quickly drove off. They had what they came for.
The setting changes from Gambit's Bar to Vogel's Bar
The bar is filled with a ton of RDA mercenaries, carrying on and having a good time.
The setting changes from Vogel's Bar to Gambit's Bar
; Outside the bar, six white HiLux Technicals and two Casspir APCs, all clad in white were racing down the streets from Hagan Avenue and the Tech Con mercenary barracks, alerting the NPA and the WCPD in the process, as well as sending out beacons to the UCON FOB in Wing City, their sirens cut through the dense air as the vehicles raced through the city.
"Suprevisor McGregor this is Action Team Six, we're en route to the target location, ETA one minute, heavy weapons and Anti-Magic weapons have been deployed, Air Support is being forwarded to the Terran Government and PCF Airfrigates are en-route to the bar." The radio chimed.
The Sirens outside would steadily grow louder, accompanied by the sounds of aircraft, thanks to an active datalink with Supervisor McGregor.
"Suprevisor McGregor this is Action Team Six, we're en route to the target location, ETA one minute, heavy weapons and Anti-Magic weapons have been deployed, Air Support is being forwarded to the Terran Government and PCF Airfrigates are en-route to the bar." The radio chimed.
The Sirens outside would steadily grow louder, accompanied by the sounds of aircraft, thanks to an active datalink with Supervisor McGregor.