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James

The troubled sniper.

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a character in “Exodus: Aeon”, as played by TJ_The_Beardsman

Description

CHARACTER INFORMATION:

Species: Human.
Age: Currently 21.
Height: 5'8 1/2.
Weight: 135 pounds.
Build: Thin, with athletic build.
Eyes: Dark brown.
Hair: Brown-Black.
Skin: Olive.
Tattoos/Markings/Scars: None.
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General description:
James stands about a few inches shorter than the average adult human male, but is an inch-and-a-half taller than his identical twin, Preston. His body type is thin, but athletic due to his naturally high metabolism and constant exercise, this being one of the reasons why his role as a sniper came to him so naturally; Being thin, small and athletic gives him the speed, agility, and stealth more taller and heavier beings wouldn't have so easy. Despite being similar in build and athletic ability, James' personal appearance is somewhat different than his twin. The main difference is that he keeps his hair buzzed short to help keep him cool and to allow an easier and more comfortable fit for his helmet. However, due to his own personal likes, he sports a full beard that he jokingly considers the "best feature he has" due to the fact that it is a unique mix of red and black hair.

He has a Texas accent and uses Texas/Southern slang as well as a mix of Spanish profanities.
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Personality:
James is usually more outspoken and humorous than his brother, but only when in the company of his companions and family. Otherwise, he tends to keep to himself, thinking and analyzing the world around him. He is very loyal to his companions and his brother. He also lives by a very strict moral code of helping the weak and innocent. Due to this, he will do whatever it takes to save the innocent and weak, even if it means torturing others. For this reason, many seem him as chaotic good. The only twist to his moral code is that he is very pro-human, and cares little to nothing for any being not of his species. While some see it as twisted, he feels that his species must be the first priority if it is ever to recover.

James is also a man of faith, which others can see before every mission as he bows his head and prays to God for protection. Being a man of faith also holds a deep and personal view of his willingness to give his life up if it meant saving another life. While this does not make him reckless or careless in any way, it does affect him deeply when he feels like he could have saved someone.
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EQUIPMENT/ABILITIES:

Combat outfit:
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Casual attire:
James chooses to wear his explorer's outfit in both combat and casual situations. His reasoning being that he feels that it's less of a hassle to worry about changing between attires for different settings. The only change of attire for him when in a casual setting is that James will swap his cloak for his black Mexican poncho with red and gold trim, wanting to keep his Mexican heritage alive.
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Weapons:
Being a sniper, James carries the PSG1 as his primary weapon. His secondary weapon is his personal and loved case-hardened Colt SAA revolver that he has strapped to his right thigh. For close encounters, James usually carries a pump-action shotgun, but it usually is only needed when in a confined area.
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Abilities:
James, like his brother, was raised on the outdoors where they learned and mastered many techniques that required only themselves, their instinct, their personal equipment and whatever they could find. From this lifestyle, James has mastered hunting, stalking, food preparation and emergency first-aid. He is also avid at navigating rough terrain and is able to find a ideal sniping spot in almost any place, or a potential trap. But most important to his career, is his natural ability of sharpshooting that he has mastered over the years and is what makes James one of the best snipers on the team. While James prefers to take his prey out at long ranges, he is no pushover if he needs to get more personal with his target. For that reason, James is skilled in CQC and has no problem using his knife to finish the job. Technology wise, James is somewhat skilled. Not caring too much for computers and other devices, he rarely took the time to learn how to fix or maintain them. While he can do some partial repairs, he leaves that up to those more skilled in that area.
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BACKGROUND:
Not a lot is known about James, including his last name which he keeps a secret to protect his family back home. All that he has willingly shared about himself is that he has a twin who he shares a close bond with, and that was born and raised in Texas on a ranch with his twin. There, they would make a daily habit of exploring the mountains and hills surrounding their quiet life. As Jame grew older, he took on a short career as a volunteer Firefighter, feeling that God had saved him from dying at birth and put him to work saving the lives of others.

While he took great joy in this path, he began to see that the world was beginning to fall apart. With many issues such as countless wars, depleting resources and overpopulation only growing. With the sad truth before him, James decided to leave his Firefighter career as well as his family, the ranch, and life as he knew it and immediately volunteered in U.E.G. with Preston as freelancers. James hoping that their efforts could save their home and way of life. Once accepted, he was assigned to the Marco Polo's Second Guard Unit with his brother, the two then forming a sniper-spotter team when on missions. Due to his placement, James also met and formed a close bond with Mosa and Clockwork, considering them as family. The five of them are regularly spotted together relaxing and chilling when not on any sort of mission.

James has stated that he wishes to return to the family ranch in Texas and start a family there when the time comes. But for now, his new journey with the Marco Polo, her crew, and the adventures that await him will be the most defining moment in his life.

So begins...

James's Story

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James groans and rubs his face as the blinding light and the audible hiss of his cryotube shakes him from his dream of his life back on the ranch. He couldn't help but let out an audible sigh as he heard Jan scream at them to get their shit together and meet up. "Christ Jan, don't rupture your damn vocal chords." He muttered to himself as he stepped out of the cryotube and onto the cold, hard ground.

Slowly stretching, James allowed his eyes and body a few moments to adjust to the room around him before walking past some of the other cyrotubes and straight toward his personal room. Entering his personal key code, James slowly opened the door and walked inside and turned on the lights. Inside, was a tiny sink and mirror as well as a large locker that held whatever personal belongings he had with him. James shrugged as he made his way over to the tiny sink where he found a simple bar of soap, his toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste. Smiling at finally being able to freshen himself up, James went to work brushing his teeth, and washing his face and beard before quickly but thoroughly drying himself off with the tiny towel before looking in the mirror.

"Eh, could be worse." He joked to himself before taking a few steps back and turned to face the large locker in front of him. Opening the locker's handle, James smiled slightly as he saw his outfit and weapons neatly stored inside a large locker. "Well, at least I have some parts of my old life with me."He whispered to himself as he began to equip his armored explorer's gear. But before he could put on his helmet, James froze and looked at his reflection through the mirrored visor, frowning slightly. "I just hope I can return back to it when this is all over." He shook his head slowly, shaking the thoughts from his mind as he slipped his helmet over his head, hissing as the airtight seal was engaged. He then looked down at his weapons, should he take anything, or would that convey a sense of distrust amongst the rest of the crew?

"Fuck it." James said as he grabbed his shotgun began loading 8 shells into it, racking the slide and then slung the shotgun's sling it over his back, "I have to be prepared for anything." With all that said and done, James then slowly made his way to the meeting room, not caring if he was late. After a few minutes of what James considered a boring stroll, he finally came upon the meeting room. Noticing that the others were already there, he decided to slip into the crowd, crossing his arms and stood quietly.

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James rolled his eyes underneath his helmet. The captain's emotional speech was boring and pretty much what anyone would consider common sense. He was about to leave when the captain activated the holographic map. "Damn." James whispered under his breath as he stared at the display in front of him, this was going to be a long and tedious journey, that he knew. Just as he was about to get lost in his thoughts, the captain began speaking again, snapping him back to the boring speech at hand.

"Some of you ain't gonna like each other. Hell, some of you might have even tried to kill one another." This made James freeze up a bit as he thought back to a particular crew member and incident. "God damnit, Ozma." James thought angrily, knowing very well the history they shared. With that, he slowly turned his head to Ozma, tilting his head slightly to the side as he slowly raised up his right hand and gave him the middle finger, not caring if he saw or not. While the captain specifically said for them not to kill one another, James sure as hell wasn't going to let Ozma get away with his antics without a few bruises and cuts if he needed to.

After satisfying his need to show Ozma his hate for everything about him, James locked his head back to attention as Darkstar began spouting off orders and commands like his old high school coach. After what seemed like hours and hours of needless screaming to James, Darkstar finally dismissed them to the mess hall to grab some food and get acquainted with the others. With all that finally out of the way, James turned around and began to walk his way down to to the mess hall, hoping to get some food and a change in scenery.
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As he finally made his way into the mess hall, James stopped and looked around the room and the occupants in it. He could already spot a few familiar faces. Abigail, Raxis, Erik and Gelon. All very colorful people to his eyes. Abigail was a strange woman to him, she never seemed to have any emotion on her face and was in quite the hurry to leave once the speech was over and her arm, that is what intrigued him the most. Raxis? Well, Raxis just gave James an uneasy feeling. He wasn't comfortable around what he thought as soulless, metal beings. The fact that Raxis was able to show what passed for emotion on what passed for his face sent shivers down James' spine, it didn't matter if Raxis used to be a human like him. It just didn't feel right at all. Erik, however, he liked. Especially after Erik pretty much shouted what was swimming through his own mind. He seemed like a guy worth getting to know. As for Gelon? Gelon seemed like a decent enough guy, but James wasn't too sure what to make of him just yet. Only time would tell.

After his analysis, James decided to grab a table as far away as possible from everyone else. Not that he was anti-social, but he needed some time to let everything soak in. Food could wait.

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Preston entered the mess hall, quietly laughing in his mind at Erik's comment, but his face didn't show it, save for a slight smile which quickly faded. He walked past the others and entered the mess hall, the orange and brown interior with a touch of white was nice, the colors invoking a homey feeling, contrasting the usual stark whites and greys of the ship. The change in color relaxing him.

The scent of barbecuing meat was the next thing he noticed, the smell filled him with happiness as he recalled his thoughts of home, and for a moment, he believed he was back on the ranch with his family, safe and content. However, the daydream ended abruptly as he watched the tables filling up with unfamiliar faces replacing those of his loved ones. He sighed softly, as the memory faded, replacing itself with bleakness. Regardless, he pushed his emotions aside as he made his way to lunch line, grabbing a tray and eating utensils. He looked at the food set out before them, all of it looking good. He reached out for the barbecue, but paused halfway, the memory coming back in his mind, ruining his taste. Instead, he picked out a standard selection of food which passed off for breakfast; an apple, cereal, eggs and milk. He exited the line and took a quick survey of the area, looking for James among the sea of crew members. He tilted his head up, trying to get a better view when he caught the familiar but distant sight of James's cloaked and armored figure, and what appeared to be some woman in black. Somewhat hesitant, since the distance and color of the interior broke the armor's distinctive image, he waited to see if the man at the table would notice and signal for him.

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James' time to himself was soon ended by a mysterious woman in black as she made her appearance his table. He was taken by surprise for a few seconds at her sudden arrival, but his helmet hid his expression. He tilted his head slightly, not sure why she decided to come all the way over here. Did he know her from somewhere? She had a pretty face, but not a familiar face. And that smile, something about it was odd. Not in a bad way, but strange. Nonetheless, James smiled a bit under his helmet, glad to have someone to talk to.

"Hola, me llamo James." He said and slightly nodded his head. "May I ask who you are?" James crossed his arms slightly. But, before the woman could answer, James stood up and raised his right hand in the air as he saw his brother enter the mess hall "Hey hermano! Over here!" He shouted, waving his hand towards the table.

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He raised his hand up, acknowledging and returning the wave. The familiar, distinct accent and use of Spanish being able to cut through the noise of the crowd, confirming his original presumption. Preston had found his brother. He made his way over to them and set the tray down on the table, sitting next to James while taking a quick glance at the woman, then directing his attention to the apple, which he simply poked with his finger. Unlike his brother, who began conversing with the stranger, he remained silent, trying to ease his thoughts and clear and relax his mind.

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The blue gator-like man seems more beast than man, with both his horrid table manners and noiy devouring. He has somehow made the act of eating a chicken leg seem like a bloody massacre; the bones crushed by his jaws and fangs, bits of the flesh strewn across the bowl like splattered blood, and fleshy chicken juice dripping down his chin, some of which he noisly slurps. It takes him a moment to finally notice the glass he spilled when he sat down, and he turns to Abigail, facing her with his crocodillian grin. "Sorry bout that. Mosa replace laterrrrr." One wonders..is this an intimidation tactic, or is he just naturally this savage?

Mosa then pulls out a large and juicy burger, and begins worfing it down, while making small talk. "So!!", spewing bread crumbs over his bowl as he talks with his mouth full. "Where you two from?", he asks, before continuing his munching.


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The woman in black looks between James and Preston, and doesn't lose her smile. "You looked lonely...I figured you could use some company."

She chuckles lightheartedly, and twirls a fork in her hand, before poking a piece of watermelon with it. "...but It's always nice to see me being proven wrong.", she glances briefly to Preston, before putting the watermelon piece into her mouth.

"Name's Clockwork.", she said simply and directly, in an unaggressive tone.

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Preston looked up at the woman, his expression still blank. "Preston. Nice to meet you." His voice was a bit hushed and flat. He gave her a slight smile before picking the apple up and taking a bite, then swallowing. "We don't mind sittin' alone, but thanks." He set the apple down on the tray, taking off his hat and laying it on the table.

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Clocwork nods, still with that smile on her face. She then clasps her hand and stares at Preston's hat as he puts it on the table, with a curious expression....almost like a cat, especially when she tilts her head.

She then turns to Taylor, and smirks.

"It depends on who you ask~", Clocwork says in a playful tone.

"You ask my superiors, and the'll say the name came from my 'clockkwork-like efficiency'...."

Clockwork looks at the archaic analog watch on her wrist, the golden shine is very attractive.

"You ask my friends, and they'll say it's because of my obsession with analog watches."

She pauses for a bit, then shows off her watch, chuckling.

"But why wouldn't I be obsessed? They're so intriguing....they have their own heartbeats, just like me!"

As they pay attention to the watch, even amidst the chatter of the mess hall, they can hear the ticking of the clock. Steady, mechanical, efficient.


She then leans back, and clasps her hands again. "But enough about me..."

She looks at them, with that mischievous smile, as always.

"Tell me about yourself, boys. I'm sure you have interesting...stuff...to tell me~"

Her eyes darts between James, Preston, and the hat. Quickly, repeatedly, but rhytmitically. Like clockwork.

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Preston looked down at his hat and then up at Clockwork, unsure what to make of her odd, cat-like behavior. It was just a hat. He stared at her for a few seconds, then went back to eating. He turned to James, and as he was just about to ask him something, Clockwork started talking again. Preston sighed and listened in as she gave her answer to James's question. He didn't care for the cryptic explanation of her name, and he couldn't relate on her interest of watches, as to him, they were just...watches. However, he did take a slight interest in her watch when she showed it off to them. There was something about that particular watch that he took notice in, but he couldn't think of it. He did have to admit, it was a nice watch, and the ticking it made was oddly relaxing.

He leaned back in his seat just as Clockwork finished her speech and demonstration, waiting for a moment just to see if she would say anything else. She did. Preston watched her eyes darting between him, his brother, and his hat. "Not really, no." He replied to her after a short pause, picking up his hat and placing it back on his head. "At least, I ain't got nothin' of interest to tell you. We lived a simple life, and now we're here." He turned to James, "If there's anything you wanna add, go ahead. I'd just like to finish eatin'. We gotta report in for trainin' soon." With that, Preston took a few more bites of his food, then excused himself from the table. Tipping his hat to Clockwork, Preston grabbed his tray and walked off.

The setting changes from Mess Hall to Second Deck - Training Chamber

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"ALRIGHT!"

An hour has passed as everyone, including the medic Katherine and the armsmith Nyles is summoned to the training room. Jannelo marches in front of the entire crew, with his hands behind his back, putting on his drill sergeant persona once again.

"You had your fill, you had your rest....now it's time for ACTION!"

Jannelo stops marching, and points towards the combat grounds.

"I'm sure most of you've seen this set up before...and if you haven't...WELL!"

The target shooting boards pops out of the rails, with red dots all over its body and head. It moves left and right, or forward and back, depending on the rails.

"Shoot, hit, or blow up the damn things! I wanna see how good your arms are."

Jannelo folds his arms.

"Your score will be based on your speed, accuracy, and efficiency!"

And then he cocks his head.

"Durandal, START RECORDING!"

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Since he hadn't brought his weapons with him, he walked over to his brother, grabbing the shotgun from him, checking if it was loaded. Seeing that it was, he walked up to the targets and racked the shotgun's pump. Though the shotgun wasn't a weapon he preferred or something he had a good amount of training in, he still knew how to use one from his hunting days. Preston kept the muzzle point down, waiting for the targets to pop up. Might as well exercise trigger discipline. When the targets popped up and started moving, he raised the shotgun and aligned his shot, then fired. Targets near and far from him were shredded as metal pellets sprayed out in a wide, cone like pattern. He racked the pump again and fired, repeating this process until the shotgun ran out of shells. The targets were nothing but splinters and shredded bits on the floor. No target had remained untouched.

Preston shrugged and turned around, racking the pump one more time, making sure there were no jammed shells inside. As no shells popped out, the chamber being clear, he pushed the SAFE button in, and walked over to James. "Thank you for sharin'," and handed the shotgun back. He then walked over to a wall and leaned against it, watching as the rest of the crew started or finished their drills.

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Ozma Howitzer and Deunan Knight trains nearby; Ozma showing off his gun-kata skills which are quick, and stylish, if inefficient. Meanwhile, Deunan is quick on her feet, but isn't very good at her aim, and her score is, in Durandal's database, the lowest so far.


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Jannelo folds his arms and nods, looking over everyone, then claps twice.

"ALRIGHT! Good job everyone, but we're not done yet. I've seen you all fight one by one....but now is time to see how well you play as a team."

Jannelo gestures them to line up, and looks over the assembled soldiers, eyes briefly glancing to Erik, but mostly focused on the entire group.

Standing straight, Jannelo holds up two fingers. "TWO TEAMS; TWO COMMANDERS!....Any volunteers?"

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Jannelo looks at Erik and nods. "Gunnarson, red team. Choose your squad!"

So far, the lineup is....

1). Abigail,
2). Raxis,
3). james,
4). Preston,
5). Gelon,
6). Clockwork,
7). Mosa,
8). Deunan,
9). Ozma,
10). and possibly Nyles, if he chooses to join.


Jannelo then turns around. "Alright! Who's gonna lead blue team?"

At the same time, he glances to a nearby camera, and orders, "Durandal, prepare the simulated battlefield; Urban warzone!"

The target shooting boards are retracted back into the rails. In their spot, barriers, metal covers, and walls of various height and thickness appears. A pair of turrets also appear; one in the red zone, the other in the blue.

The setting changes from Second Deck - Training Chamber to Stratevaria

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Erik looked over his team trying to decide and weigh his options based on the short showing that he had seen. He tried to think of what he'd want his squad composition to be considering what tactics he could use and eventually came up with what he felt like was the best probable result.

"Raxis, James, Clockwork and Gelon on me" he said and started to jog off towards the red teams turret.

With so little time to prepare and so many unknown variables He started to draw up the only plan that made sense to use given his force disposition. They didn't have the experience, coordination or firepower to prep a full blown assault so they were going to have to play the long game. It was time to get dirty.

As his team formed up around their turret he began to lay out his plan.

"Here's what I'm thinking guys, we don't have the experience, coordination or training to run a full assault scenario, especially not in an Urban Environment. It's gonna come down to CQC and it's gonna get nasty, so I want us to have every advantage possible ok?" He looked around to emphasize his point. "I've chosen you because we have all the right tools to win against those guys. We don't need the biggest guns, we gotta fight smart. Gelon and Clockwork you guys have the traps, I want you to establish two killzones one on the right and one on the left ok? Let's try and funnel them into the middle, let the turret do the work and flank them. I'm going to hold down the right side of this terrain, Gelon when you're done I'm hoping you can cover the right. Raxis and Clockwork are the most mobile so they're going to be our fast response group. If they try and stack one side and go really heavy you guys need to hit them from the sides, the back, drive them into traps. Do whatever you have to do to help take the pressure off. James you're clearly our Marksman, so I'm going to give you a fair amount of autonomy. If you can find a good roost you're golden to just sit up there and engage targets of opportunity. Use your judgement and prioritize your targets. It's Urban warfare, fight dirty, feel free to stack the odds, engage by twos whenever you can so you have someone watching your back, check your corners. Let's get Tactical ladies and gentlemen! Any questions comments concerns?"

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"It really is quite hilarious that you have a plan that could possible kill the other team, who also happen to be crewmates. HAH, if I didnt know any better, I'd say you have a hate-on for everyone." Raxis snickered.

"Well you know what they say" Erik quipped back "Be Polite, Be Efficient, Have a plan to kill everyone you meet."

Gelon had gone off to set his traps and so had Clockwork. Erik turned to the other two again. "I know I said you'd have a fair amount of freedom, but your priority of targets, should be as follows: Whoever poses most danger to a team mate, after that your main targets will be Bionic Betsy and the Crockosaur. They're going to want to try and get up close, they're not defensively minded. This can work for us ok. We ARE going to win." He held out his fist for a bump. "Good Hunting"

He turned away, unslinging his rifle, pistols were fun and all but it was time to get down to business. "Red Team, Comm check" The replies flooded in and he began to mentally map people out. "Saboteurs how are those traps coming? Everyone else in position?" The team sounded tense but eager. "Alright, everybody take a couple deep breaths, not you Raxis, and settle. Game on."

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The alarm goes off like a bomb and there's no more time for chit chat. Raxis gets up just like James and Erik knows they might have a tactical advantage there.

"Raxis, James, status report, what are we looking at here, how are they deploying?"

At it's most basic level combat was not terribly complicated. You deployed explosives to deal with vehicles, snipers to eliminate key targets, but at the end of the day, you always needed infantry for the messy jobs. The basics were simple but the finer shades of nuance that truly made someone a combat genius were oh so hard to master. As one such man had said "No plan survives contact with the enemy".

He saw Ozama and Mosa come barreling down range and decided to drive them into the traps. He leaned out of cover pouring fire at them in short bursts of 3-5 rounds each. As soon as he'd fired off a couple he ran from his cover to his fall back location back beyond the second set of traps, hailing the rest of the team on the radio as he did. "Hard Contact! Hard Contact! I've got two Uglies coming down on my position." Bullets screeched around him as he zigged zagged and finally threw himself headlong to get to cover rolling up on his knees as he did so. As soon as he was in cover he armed a grenade in his underslung launcher and sent it sailing to detonate just between the pair of fighters coming down at him and the center of their side of the field. Let them think he was trying to drive them away from the turret. In truth he hoped it would be a trap either way, if they avoided the turret they ran into the traps trying to flank, if they went for the turret he would try and trap them in a merciless crossfire. But if they took that turret then this could turn into a bloodbath as they'd get caught "between the Devil and the deep blue sea" as the expression went.

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OOC: May not be able to post for a day or two since I have two 10-hour shifts coming up. Just wanted to update.

The setting changes from Stratevaria to Second Deck - Training Chamber

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James returned the fist bump and nodded his head. "The hunt is always good." He replied with a slight laugh, both to show his commitment to the team and to satisfy Erik's comm check. As the two others left, Erik turned to him and Raxis, letting them know their priorities of taking out Mosa and Abigail. "Si, consider it done."

The alarm went off, perfect. James turned to some of the higher-leveled platforms and spotted one that gave him a hawk's-eye view of the entire battlefield as well as enough cover that he wouldn't be spotted easily. As he turned and started moving to his selected spot, Raxis unfolded his wings making the already imposing being even more intimidating. "Damn..." James whispered to himself as he made his way over to the platforms and began his climb to the top platform with his PSG1 slung over his back. That however, was not a problem for Raxis as James watched in jealousy as Raxis simply flew up to his own platform without any problems whatsoever. After a brief moment, James reached his desired location and went prone as he unfolded the bipod on his sniper rifle and inserted a 10-round magazine into it, smiling as it clicks into place. He then beings fine-tuning his rifle, adjusting the scope for the range as well elevation and and the stock's cheek rest and shoulder pad. Feeling comfortable with his adjustments, James closed his left eye as he scans the field below him, pulling the bolt on his rifle to cycle the first round into the chamber.

Looking through, he already sees both his team and the blue team engaging one another. He heard Erik's request for an update, but he had to stay focused and couldn't be distracted. "Sorry Erik, you'll get your update soon enough." James thought to himself as he muted his helmet's comm. as he aimed his sniper rifle near Erik to see who he was actively engaging, or being engaged by. To his joyous surprise, it turned out to be none other than Mosa and Ozma. A smile formed under his helmet and James let out a small laugh as he saw the two running into battle like complete fools. It was so bad it was funny. As if things couldn't get any more comical, Mosa walked right into one of the mines Clock and Gelon set up. Causing a huge, but beautiful explosion and foam to engulf him for a moment before he breaks free and starts spraying his LMG like a spaz, sending bullets everywhere.

Ozma, on the other hand, was lucky enough to avoid the same fate Mosa came upon but still ran towards Erik like a fool, firing his smg's at him while moving in a zig-zag pattern. While smart, it wasn't going to save him from James' revenge-fueled goal. Flipping the safety off, James put Ozma in his crosshair while aiming a bit to the right so he could lead the bullet to Ozma's helmeted face. As he did this, James couldn't help but laugh at the fact that Ozma's helmet was basically a green bunny-eared bucket. This made it all the more enjoyable now that James finally got to carry out his desire of humbling his British enemy.

"Get ready limey, this yankee doodle is going to put more than a feather in your cap."
James whispered. It was a horrible joke, but he saw it most fitting for the scenario being played out between Ozma and himself. He took a deep breath in and slid his finger over the the trigger and gently squeezed it, exhaling as his rifle sent it's present streaking dead on towards his prey. *Thack* The bullet hit Ozma right in his goofy bunny-eared helmet, sending him tumbling to the ground and onto his back. Despite knowing one round was enough, James fired off the rest of his remaining 9 rounds into Ozma's crotch, stomach, arms and legs until he heard the distinctive click of his rifle, letting him know it was empty. Watching Ozma twitch and flop on the ground like a fish out of water filled James with happiness and satisfaction. While Ozma would be perfectly fine with no permanent damage, there was for sure going to be a lot of pain and bruises following the training mission, not that James cared though.

After making sure Ozma was sure as hell out for the count, James calmly and quickly reloaded his sniper rifle, this time replacing it for a 20-round magazine, for his next target was going to require a few more bullets to stop him. Once he was reloaded and the bolt cycled, James moved back over to Mosa, the giant blue-skinned alligator. Shaking his head slightly at seeing Mosa still going beserk and spraying his LMG with no regard to any of his team, James sights his crosshairs at Mosa's body, looking around for any weak spots on his armor for the earlier explosion. "Bueno!" James smirked as he saw that Mosa's right leg and shoulder were exposed.

"Sorry big guy, you seem friendly enough." Unlike Ozma, Mosa seemed like a friendly while scary man, his actions and attitude at the mess hall showed it. Despite this, James knew he still had a job to do and proceeded to sight in at his right leg first and fired off 10 rounds, hitting Mosa in the knee, each bullet impact causing immense amount of pain and bruising. This was enough to cause Mosa to limp as the pain made it too hard for him to support himself on his right leg all the way. After dealing with his leg, James quickly aimed Mosa's exposed right shoulder and fired off another 10 rounds, a few bouncing off of Mosa's armor, slightly denting it, but the remaining 7 rounds hit his shoulder perfectly, making his right arm pretty much useless and now forcing Mosa to only rely on his left arm to hold, fire and reload his weapon. While he may not be out like Ozma, Mosa's combat effectiveness has been greatly hindered.

With both of the two out of the picture for the moment, James decided it was best to relocate and find another spot to control. Silently and stealthily moving away from his previous location, James switches back on his comm. "Sir, Ozma has been taken care of and is out for this fight. Mosa has been dealt with and will be having trouble walking and using his weapon. However, he is still able to continue the battle. I'm sure he'll be no problem for you to deal with. I'm going to relocate to a different spot to hunt."