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"What you look like doesn't define one's humanity. It's how they act towards others."

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a character in “Building The Wall”, as played by R.T.M.X.


(also known as Jack by his squadmates, for the sake of simplicity and humor)

Weapons Specialist

"They call me Jack because I WILL JACK YOU UP!"

Standing at a solid height of 60 inches, Goblin is dwarfed by the majority of his fellow operatives. However they never tease him about his short height, because they know better. He sports an overly lean and athletic build due to his constant sparring and staying in shape, though looking at him one doesn’t get the appearance of power, rather that of impossibly high endurance and agility: his features are wolflike, lithe, and sharp. His frame is not particularly broad but neither are they thin, remaining this way so that maximum maneuverability in combat is achieved. His face is neatly shaved, no trace of a beard or mustache, and even his dark hair is trimmed shortly so that the opponent could not use that against him. His olive flesh is visible with obvious augmentations, enhanced to withstand the constant strain that he endures in and out of the field, his lower body and arms being the most obvious.

However, Goblin doesn't wear the standard-issued ASIT gear, and as such, there can be no mistaking the soldier. When he's operating in combat-laden situations, his armor gives him an armored reptilian/insectoid appearance... a "living weapon", which others have commented on at times. His faceplate features a smooth, skull-like visage, contoured around his face and jawline, complementing the lightning blue eyes of his, with a series of dreadlocks in the back of the head, and the lower mouthguard is removable to allow the consumption of meals while in the midst of an operation.

Due to his constant training while off-duty, Goblin has the tendency to "jump" back into the action after he's down, very much an annoyance to his opponents (as well as something that attributed to his codename of Goblin), who often wonder why he just won't stay down.

Unlike the other members that patrol the 83rd District, Goblin's armored suit is technically a removable, dermal armor augmentation, designed to be streamlined for the ease of movement and, like the armor worn by his teammates, is resistant to most small-arms fire, however prolonged duration is not advised. In lieu of operating conventional weaponry, Goblin utilizes dual "Armor-Buster" Quake Gauntlets that cover both his hands and forearms, along with dual straight bladed falchions.

Each Quake Gauntlet is installed with field displacement generators, which when activated, shape and redirect certain fields in a specified direction, creating a seemingly explosive pulse of raw kinetic energy, effectively earning them the nickname of "Armor-Busters". Goblin had the generators modified to include a small electromagnet to "fling" magnetic materials (such as tungsten rods) when he activates the gauntlets. The armguard is split through the middle, providing an area that the user can utilize to lock down and disarm an opponent from a weapon.

"Big things come in small packages."

If the team is the gun, Goblin is the bullet. Despite his small stature, he serves as the team's weapons specialist. He looks at people in terms of the threat they pose; those deemed as one are treated immediately and permanently, those not are ignored only for the moment—but never wholly disregarded. After years of honing his body's abilities, Goblin created what he believed to be an extremely versatile method of battle: to deliver as much crushing force in as little time as necessary. His armor, weapons, and fighting style all reflect this philosophy.

He will not toy around with his opponents. He is blunt and direct when not actively holding stealth. Efficiency is his only style; he does not care for splatter and fanciful methods of killing when a simple single shot is all that will suffice. He will deal with opponents the simplest and quickest way possible only because he does not intend to waste time, resources, and effort any more than he has to.

However do not mistake him as a sociopath. He derives no pleasure from killing, nor does he relish the action of inflicting pain. He will just as coolly walk past you as he would smash your face into a blended mess of blood and pulped flesh. He does not care whether people live or die, he merely deals with "obstacles" as he sees fit. If dealing with said obtrusions requires slaying, then that is what must be done. These obstacles may be anything as serious as a guard shooting at him to something as trivial as merely asserting his standing in a bar; in both instances there will be shots fired and bodies strewn across the floor.

Though, it is known that he does have a slight sense of humor, albeit wicked, as he did nickname his two Quake Gauntlets "Bitchslappers 1&2".

Just don't make fun of his height, and you might not have to worry about getting your face smashed in. Almost every criminal that laid eyes on him has done this, and they have all regretted it.

Theme Song
Papa Roach - Kick In The Teeth


So begins...

Goblin's Story


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"So, who wants to be next?"

Goblin, or Jack as others had nicknamed him, had surrounded himself with a group of roughly ten or so local gangbangers, each dangerous in their own right. It was a good number, but not quite enough to cause worry for the operative. Two of them were already lying motionless on the ground next to him.

Despite being a good two feet shorter than these punks, he bounced around in place, readying himself to take each one down, nice ass-whooping to boot. Three of the gangbangers had closed in, two holding heavy lead pipes, the other wielding a chain. The chainfighter made the first strike at him, swinging the heavy chain at their surrounded target, the chain wrapping around one of the operative's arms.

However, that wasn't enough to disable Goblin from using his arm, and as suddenly as the chain had wrapped itself, he pulled his arm in towards himself, the sudden tug on the chain throwing the gangbanger off balance and into the operative. Within mere seconds, Goblin secured a grip on the jacket, directing the unfortunate soul towards the ground as he lifted his knee with (near) lightning speed, his mechanical knee connecting with the gangbanger's face, smashing it inwards almost instantly.

Despite their friend's face being crushed in, the others didn't care much about their own safety as the two bumrushed Goblin, flanking him from both sides. The operative, still having a solid grip on the injured gangbanger, spinned himself around, his improvised weapon making contact with one pipe wielding thug, but the other thug had made contact, smashing the lead pipe into Goblin's left shoulder, the pipe bending around the impact from the amount of force.

"I really didn't want to use them bu-"

Simulation paused.

An automated voice interrupted in, the gangbangers suddenly pausing their movements, revealing their identities as training drones. Training drones built specifically to handle almost any punishment from Goblin. "You know, I really hate it when my training simulations get paused like this, N. Direct the message to my transmitter."

Wiping whatever bloodlike substitute the drones spilled over him away, Goblin had started checking on his damage rating when his internal transmitter chimed to life. "1348 Normandy, District 83."


While he was leaving the training room, the holographic details and structural supports faded into the room's default appearance, returning to its bland hue of silvers and light blues. It had taken him a good minute or two to reach the building's rooftop, where his personal vehicle was generally stored. He often traveled to each location that the ASIT team was called in by air, preferring to keep a low profile until he was called upon. The vehicle itself was a modified ASIT Interceptor, hummingbird model, redesigned with stealth as top priority, as well as allowing N. to autopilot the sleek aircraft back to the team's "Den" (as he would call it) when Goblin was ever needed to airdrop himself.

The dual engines silently hummed to life, and it had been a mere five minutes for the aircraft to reach the designated location.

"Send message to Specter: GBLN in position, will airdrop when requested. You should know that I love making a big entrance."


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#, as written by Citadel
Specter gave a nod to each member of the team as they came in. After going over the likely cause of death with Angel, he turned to the others and said, "Alright, it looks like Bravo, Goblin, Prowl, and Sigma are still uncounted fo-" Before he could finish he felt a vibration in his ear. "Scratch that, Goblin is here." Specter turned on the comm function in his earpiece, allowing Goblin to hear everything being said in the room. Shortly thereafter, a beat cop walked up to Specter and handed him a digital pad. The officer gave a polite nod to those there before returning to his post by the door. "Well, looks like we'll be carrying on without them. Sending the info to your N devices now in case you want to follow along." Specter began pacing back and forth in front of the body as he scrolled through the information on the police pad. It was a habit of his when he was trying to focus. If one were to pay attention, he only took three steps before turning back in the other direction, a sign of someone who was used to small spaces. Not a particularly noteworthy detail, but one that would give an insight into his personal life, something he wasn't very keen on sharing. "Victim's name is... how the hell do I say this? Acacia? Akacia? Fuck it, its spelled Acacia so that's how I'll say it. Acacia Harp Groves, aged 26." Specter's eyes widened as he looked down the at the pad. "She is the estranged daughter of Julius Harp, Chairman of Harp Enterprises. Shit."

Harp Enterprises, hard to go anywhere in Weiss without seeing something with their name on it. As well as being a major producer of electronics, they are one of the cities biggest producers of augments, high-end and low. Their warehouses have been hit like clockwork over the last three months, mostly by the YT's. Due to this, Harp has been putting heavy pressure on the police. Now, with his daughter dead, who knows what move he would pull next? "She was reported missing by the Harp family four years ago. When she was discovered to have ran away with her boyfriend, one Alex Groves, her family disowned her. Actually, I remember this. It was all over the news for a while, 'District 1 Princess goes missing.' In the end, she turned up and made her father look like a fool. That's all we really have on her. after the fiasco a few years ago, she became just another nameless face out here." Specter, raised an eyebrow as he continued down the pad. "Well, here's something interesting. both her arms were Grade D augments, but her leg was a Grade S. It was likely from before she ran away. Ah, here we go. A car accident six years ago, her family's driver died but she managed to survive." Grade S augments were the best money could buy, in a sense. They were the most "human" looking augment on the market. In fact, they were so good it was impossible to tell them apart from an actual limb. "Why take the arms, then? The leg could let someone live comfortably for over a year. The arms would get you a nice hotel room for a week, maybe. Why risk getting caught trying to take her low-end augments? Doesn't make sense. Unless of course, it was supposed to look like she was targeted for her augments." Specter took a heavy sigh and dropped the pad to the floor. "Ah, why can't it ever be easy."

Specter looked at the others. "If she was targeted for her augments, the list of people who would even know about her leg is short. You don't go around babbling about an augment like that, especially not out here. We have three leads, the family, the YT's, and the husband. Goblin and Gamma? You to go talk to the YT's. If you can, try to get in touch with Bravo on your way over and have her...him... just have Bravo meet you there. Harp security has killed more than a few members of the group, wouldn't surprise me if this was retaliation." Specter didn't have to tell them where to go. All ASIT members knew where the YT's congregated within their District. While ASIT did not know the meaning behind the name of the group, nor that of their leader, they knew almost everything else.

Within District 83, the YT's met on Orson, a side street off the main paths that allowed them to get in and out mostly unnoticed. Despite this, they put graffiti all over the three story building, making the secrecy a little pointless. The YT's were a augment-only gang, being a heavy trafficker and modifier of illegal augments. Specter just hoped he wouldn't have more paperwork to do should talks between the team and the gang break down. "Angel, get in touch with Prowl and have him meet you at the husband's place. Their last known address is 56 Hines Street. He's probably the only one save for the family who knew about her S augment. Be careful, we don't have anything on him so we don't know what he is capable of. He managed to smuggle the heiress of one of the most powerful families in the city out of District 1. Proceed with caution. Majestic? You and I will pay a visit to the family." Specter looked down at his right wrist, a small opening appearing. "It is a little past nine. We'll reconvene at the station in twelve hours. However, if anyone finds evidence that this case is linked to someone experiencing CR, contact me immediately. Any questions before we move out?" Specter felt weird giving out orders. He felt even weirder about splitting up the team, but they needed to cover all leads as quickly as possible. In a few hours, the death of Acacia Groves is going to hit the news wire. Despite being disowned, it didn't change the fact that she was the daughter of a man who has made a fortune off augments. Now, with the only lead being that she was killed for her augments, the bitter taste of irony will likely send the media into a frenzy. Specter and the others might not care about Harp or his power, but their superiors did. Specter removed N from his pocket and sent a quick message to Sigma, letting him know that the crime scene wasn't very informing and to meet him outside once he arrived.


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Majestic inclined his head when Specter said he'd give the rundown when most of the squad had arrived. He studied the body further. I’ve seen her somewhere before, possibly on WNN broadcasts. He realized with slight surprise that he didn’t recall anything else about this woman. He noted to himself he had to do better.

He heard someone, another member of the squad, about ten feet away from the door. He could tell by the muffled (not to him) voices of the guards greeting her. Gamma. She reciprocated the the greeting to Specter. Not turning back, Majestic felt Gamma coming up behind him. He tensed slightly, a knee-jerk reaction by now, but allowed himself to relax. He turned his head slightly toward her. Clicking her tongue, she spoke to him.

”Well this looks messy don’t it? Any leads or are we firing blind as per usual?”

“Specter will inform us of the situation once more members of the team arrive.” Majestic replied, as she knelt down to observe the body. Turning his head halfway toward her, he blinked as her file appeared on his Retinal HUD. He didn’t need it, as he had already read through it, but that was the default for the program.

What surprised him most about her was her height. He knew the file said she was 4’ 9” but to encounter her in person was slightly shocking. Majestic knew that he was slightly above average height (as the average male in Weiss was 5’ 10”) but he towered over her, nearly and foot and a half taller than her.

He didn’t doubt her because of that, though. Makes her harder to hit when exchanging fire with enemies. He observed the combat knife she was toying with, not unlike his own. And most problems with strength and the ability to take hits were more than compensated with augments. Something caught his eye. A sword. It was on the equipment list, but he didn’t really think she would carry something like that around.

“Is it really necessary to have to have that on your person?” He asked, gesturing toward her sword. “It would be impractical to use in close quarters combat, since your combat knife would be less cumbersome and easier to perform a killing strike if anyone had gotten that close to you in the first place.” No practical use unless she was trying to be more intimidating. He digressed mentally. Then again, that would be Goblin’s job.

He waited, and listened to her response, then met Specter eyes as he gave information on the situation. When he mentioned who the girl was, he nodded. Ah yes, her. I remember now. Mr. Harp is most likely going to have a major emotional response to this. And with that comes less than optimal judgement. Majestic had also had the unfortunate opportunity to be the subject of a news report, albeit more his actions and less of showing his face and name. He was thankful, as that would’ve made him still infamous to this day. And outside the wall, rotting in one of the prisons.

As he listened, his face grew dark as Specter mentioned the S augment. That would also probably be the reason why there is a 30 minute gap in intellicam feeds. He thought, pulling up the footage. He furrowed his brow, making him look slightly more brooding than that of usual. He broke out of his thoughts and listened to Specter further. Their three leads were the husband, the family and the YT’s. YT. The name confounded him. If there were any latin phrases or acronyms that coincided with the name, he didn’t know any. It frustrated him slightly.

He raised one of his eyebrows as he listened to Specter assign the squad members to their respective leads. Interesting. I would’ve sent Prowl with Goblin, as they are likely to face the highest probability of a gunfight. Then again, Angel probably needs Prowl for his expertise, as the husband is probably very slippery. But why not send one of General Purpose members with Prowl, and Angel with Goblin? If something turns hostile, he would need… He stopped himself. Doubting already, are you? He berated himself mentally. He’d already annoyed the hell out of his last commander with his inquiries. He needn’t start it again.

Specter finished the Sitrep, asking if there were any questions.

“Just one, Commander. Did you bring any means of transport? I came here by foot. My bike is back at HQ. I have been modifying it, something is amiss with the Plasma intake.”


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As she’d knelt to look over the body of the victim her squadmate had replied to her about the situation they’d found themselves summoned to with his usual bluntness coming to the fore.

“Specter will inform us of the situation once more members of the team arrive.”

She could see him watching her as she inspected the scene, and could almost taste his disapproval as if she might disturb something important while his appraisal of her continued. It almost brought a smile to her lips as she waited to find out what their next course of action was. Her momentary reverie was broken when Majestic spoke again.

“Is it really necessary to have to have that on your person?” He questioned her, his hand gesturing toward the sword strapped to her back “It would be impractical to use in close quarters combat, since your combat knife would be less cumbersome and easier to perform a killing strike if anyone had gotten that close to you in the first place.”

She looked up at him, tilting her head slightly as her face widened into a crooked grin.

”Perhaps but a knife can’t cut through heavy armour as easily or as effectively, regardless of the space involved in the combat. Also it gives you the additional range that you lack with the knife, not to mention it feels somehow more… I can’t explain it, honourable perhaps? Not to mention the metal is of a higher quality and specification than the standard issue or the knife.”

Sheathing her knife she stood up, turning towards their commander as he began to speak, the little information they had already about the victim did not bode well and she could well understand Specter’s sigh and grumble at the media shitstorm they’d soon be caught up in if they didn’t find something soon.

“We have three leads, the family, the YT's, and the husband. Goblin and Gamma? You to go talk to the YT's. If you can, try to get in touch with Bravo on your way over and have her...him... just have Bravo meet you there. Harp security has killed more than a few members of the group, wouldn't surprise me if this was retaliation."

”Yes sir, I assume Goblin is airborne and awaiting the moment to make his entrance as per usual? And yes, I know you can hear me Goblin, so let’s make a move.”

She nodded towards Specter and turned to leave, half flashing her crooked smile at Majestic again before walking past the rest of the team and out into the cool night air. Picking N out of her suit she flicked it on and opened a channel to Bravo

”Bravo, I don’t know what the hell you’re upto right now but I want you to meet me and Goblin over on Orson. We got the fun job of having a nice friendly chat with our local group of YT. Lucky us. Over and out.”

With that she pocketed the device and climbed back onto her bike, gunning the engine and rolling off into the night towards the aforementioned street.


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Mari walks to Specter. /me Hello. My name is Mari.


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Character Portrait: Mari Ayanami Mari Ayanami says,
 “ Hello. ”